And what of you?

*Enigma* · 07-07-2017, 12:03 AM

Satisfaction. That was all he could think as he succeeded in his attack against his brat of a brother. Teeth sliced down the brats face, flesh splitting and blood spilling onto his tongue. Enigma ignored the bites and bruises he had gotten, knowing that none of them would be as severe as what he had just done. And now that he'd hopefully taught the brat a lesson, he would release his grip, only after making sure his brother knew who was top dog here. Enigma waited for Draven to fall away from him, the alabaster male standing tall, tail curled over his back. Venomous amber orbs glowered at the bloodied and beaten whelp, "Next time, learn to keep your fucking mouth shut, punk! None of us are going to stand for your shit." And by that he meant he and his littermates.

He licked his muzzle clean of blood, ignoring the wound he had on the side of his neck. It wasn't anything that would kill him, really. He'd take care of it later, for now he was waiting for the brat to turn tail and run. Or at least acknowledge that he wasn't the one in charge.

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