These Gangstas Ride Rockets, They Takin' Off! [Abraxas, Any Brave Souls]
11-25-2017, 01:35 PM
Ashiel crept closer, concentrating intently as he realized the scent was live and heard just the slightest glimmer of movement. Yes, he'd found it. His shoulders rolled forward, his neck scrunching back as he set all of his defenses but most of all preparing his mind to rip apart the helpless occupants with in. So he thought anyway till a voice boomed from the den causing him to jump slightly and stumble back. Thank goodness only Gaios was there to see that. Ashiel swiftly recomposed himself and glared at the entrance of the den from where a man's voice, and an older one at that, rolled forth from the opening. He hadn't done well enough to untangle the scents… he could've sworn he smelt the sent of pups and a nursing woman so what was the old codger doing in there? "Like hell I will," he snarled back. Gaios spoke and Ashiel chuckled a little. Yea, they certainly had no manners. Ashiel thought back to how his uncle had handled the situation but they were swiftly past the stage of bargaining what with his uncle preparing to fight the alpha to the death. "Why don't you heave your wrinkly ass out here and defend your pack. If not that's fine. I smell pups… I'm sure they're around here some where. Maybe I'll decorate your trees with their entrails. You know, for the holidays." His voice was low, sharp, and laced with all the cruelty he was learning from his family. Part of him was relieved at the prospect of fighting a male. To be honest for all his gusto he didn't know if he could actually maul a child. Though at the same time the male sounded older and wiser than he. Could they beat him even if it was two on one? Bah! Of course they could, he bore the marks of his mother's brutal training for one, and he was a god for another. The mortal didn't stand a chance. |
-- PLEASE NOTE: Ashiel is an EVIL character and can be prone to acts of swearing, maiming and other violence. -- Consider this your warning.