This Angel Has No Wings...
07-16-2013, 10:26 AM
The monstrosity did not seem phased by so many wolves fast gathering, she never so much as flinched. Hollowed, empty, white orbs remained fixated on the suicide depressant wolf whom had first spoken, she singularly had caught the ebony dames attention, she solely was the one in her line of sights. What Banshee would do... that still remained to be seen. Lifting one forelimb into the air, it crashed back down into the dirt, jagged claws tearing into the terrain before the massive beast fell silent once again. She cared little for the affairs of the rest of these whelps, they meant nothing to her, not so much as a blimp on her radar, Wraith, however was entirely separate case. The foul miscreant shrieked, his laughter only growing all the higher as the insults flew at his tiny person, flailing onto his spine, the creature clutched at his heaving abdomen in a desperate attempt to contain his laughter. He had forgotten how utterly amusing wolves could be! ?Oh dear, ya see, you don't command me I'm afraid that privilege belongs only to my sweet Banshee!? He twined around her ear lovingly, swooning as if she was something gorgeous to behold. With that he turned to face the second, a wickedly foul grin creeping across his maw. ?Oh! It seems you would know more about that than I!? The male degenerated into wild, hysterical giggles as he slipped down Banshee's scruff, loosing himself into the thickness of her matted pelt. The demon still did not flinch, did not move, her eyes remained transfixed upon the little rogue whom had spoken, captivated by something unseen, the rest were not given the time of day. Speech, |