The Devils Here
For Addison
12-08-2020, 09:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-09-2020, 09:47 AM by Addison.)
Her head lifted tattered ears perked at the deep voice that boomed from in front of her. So oblivious how she didn't even notice the white blurred outline of the brute coming closer into view. It wasn't even that the white blob blended into the terrain around them, she was simply lost deep in the thoughts that ran through her thick skull bouncing with each of her rushed footsteps that landed perfectly on the muted grass-covered bits of land. The muscular she-wolf's frame running on autopilot as it navigated through the orchard dodging the thin stems of trees that hindered her path. Following the intriguing scent of another that dragged her closer so mindlessly. She only grumbled in response as he spoke in such a demanding tone, rolling her clouded golden orbs at the cockiness of the much larger canine. That ever so annoying growl pulling from the depths of her throat as the blob moved closer in some sort of play for power, causing her small dark frame to step back. It was cute how her hackles rose and the fur along her spine spiked, trying to make herself look larger than she actually was. Tail held high flicking almost feline-like as it flagged high in the air releasing all of that sweet scent that radiated off the femmes frame as she held her claim on the spot her body took up, showing off whatever intimidation a silly old blind wolf could. He seemed of many she had met in her days wandering the lands that the world seemed to offer, from the life of the rich to the life of those living in more primitive times like herself. It wasn't hard to tell how his ego leaked from his lips before his intelligence even entered the picture. His steps closer to her only pulled his image closer, clearing the blur that surrounded the white male exposing his black points and red eyes that all seemed to blend into one, as her lips pulled giving him a close-up view of those ever so dingy razor-like ivories. Snapping at the white maw that came close in some stupid attempt to scare her, in effect to the stupid action of the of god her sharp K9 nicked the flesh just enough to pull a red bead of blood to form on the white pelt of the much larger canine where her tooth once swiped, huffing confidently as if she had done something in rebellion. "speak" |