TRASHED AND SCATTERED [M]

Apparently, this stranger wasn?t going to leave him alone. A sigh escaped him. Seriously?

?What?s your name??
Why the hell did he need to know that? Who in the hell did he think he was, asking his name? Couldn?t this fool see the devil raging inside him? Didn?t he realize the clear and present danger that he was in? Turning, a growl growing deep in his throat, he stalked forward, his eyes narrowing as he watched this other wolf. There was something about him, that reached back into a memory- something was there- something about his scent. It was old, but it was familiar.

Lips curled up, revealing his canines, he lowered his head, his words coming out in a low growl. ?My name is irrelevant, fool, though it is legendary. My name is Creedance Voltaire. Who in the hell are you?? Tail lashed as he spoke, revealing just how annoyed he already was. He really didn?t feel like dealing with this shit tonight. It was only now, that he realized that should this male be aggressive, he wasn?t in the best location- though the water-falls would make any battle far more interesting, he didn?t fancy being the one who went over the edge. A sense of determination course through him, he would just have to make sure he would be the one throwing this fool over- not the other way around.