This Angel Has No Wings...

*Sasori* · 07-16-2013, 01:18 AM

The horrible stench of a wolf that din't bathe, didn't clean themselves, and reeked of some sort of horrible disease, sickness, and blood. Stale wold blood to be exact as well as the smell of prey. It was a disgusting scent that lured Sasori to the scene. It was revolting, but he was curious to see what wretched creature would do such a thing to their body. He'd met some really unclean and shady characters, but holy cow, this was ridiculous and certainly topped all else.

Glacial eyes watched as everything unfolded. He arrived with the black female just as the creature that rode upon her back began to speak. Ears flicked forward and his look held a hint of confusion as the rat fell into a fit of laughter. Crazy. That was the word to explain it. He didn't like characters like this. Shady and up to no good. Eyes fell upon the black male as he resulted to violence immediately defending them. He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew the white female. Eyes then fell to the darker one. He really had no desire to get involved but perhaps he could get something out of this. At the very least if there was two wolves helping get rid of that horrid stench they'd go away faster. It really was sickening.

"Get your head out of your ass, rat, and go suck a sugar frosted fuck off the end of someone's dick. Your presence is no longer needed here. You are dismissed."

Greek tones were cool, calm, and collected as he made his presence known, slinking from the shadows and standing on the fringe of the group. Normally he wasn't so blunt or so vulgar with his words, but wolves like this were pathetic excuses for wolves. At least he didn't bother others. They could go somewhere else and be a terror, as well at take their pungent stench with them.

Speech,

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