Mmm, Five Guys
04-21-2020, 08:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-21-2020, 09:29 PM by Tealah.)
Warning: Justice is not feeling real happy sort of friendly and this is likely to be a rather aggressively mature thread one way or the other. Be aware.
Justice raced along at a punishing pace, thick dark legs flashing through the long grasses. Aurielle might have thought it was a good idea somehow to put her as a beta but she just wasn't the responsibility type and it was so stressful always needing to be in charge of making sure that the things got done and riding herd on the fighters of the pack and she was just a fighter ok she wasn't a beta it was supposed to be tenporary and here she was getting ready for practice raids and training kids and shit and that wasn't her. She wanted to fucking scream off the side of a cliff and all the echoes would scream with her vecause it was too damn much everything. She nissed running off and doing fuck-all whenever she wanted to. She hated feeling tied down, like there were chains at her throat and she couldn't breath. The only remedy was doing something fucking stupid that didn't involve jumping off a literal cliff.
Jamming on the brakes, she skidded to a stop and threw up her head to howl, the tone starting a thick, throbbing growl and sliding up the scale into a note of frustrated longing. She was too restless and frustrated to be alone. She wanted company in her insanity.
Justice raced along at a punishing pace, thick dark legs flashing through the long grasses. Aurielle might have thought it was a good idea somehow to put her as a beta but she just wasn't the responsibility type and it was so stressful always needing to be in charge of making sure that the things got done and riding herd on the fighters of the pack and she was just a fighter ok she wasn't a beta it was supposed to be tenporary and here she was getting ready for practice raids and training kids and shit and that wasn't her. She wanted to fucking scream off the side of a cliff and all the echoes would scream with her vecause it was too damn much everything. She nissed running off and doing fuck-all whenever she wanted to. She hated feeling tied down, like there were chains at her throat and she couldn't breath. The only remedy was doing something fucking stupid that didn't involve jumping off a literal cliff.
Jamming on the brakes, she skidded to a stop and threw up her head to howl, the tone starting a thick, throbbing growl and sliding up the scale into a note of frustrated longing. She was too restless and frustrated to be alone. She wanted company in her insanity.