And so the boy would hear the mans call, and in a way it would rattle the boy inside and out. He did not like him, no, he hated this man. He had taken his mothers power, and she rightfully deserved it. She was a queen, a ruler, a god in the childs eye. She could do no evil, do no wrong, and every move she made was a gift sent from above. She was his. No man would pry her from the boys grasp, no matter how old. He would fight for his mothers womb, for some day it would squirm with his children. She would be the one he littered his seed into, she would be the one to give him eternal happiness. Though he did not know it yet, this would be his future. All the boy knew now was the overpowering feeling he got when imagining or seeing his mother with another male. It drove him mad.
His paws would carry his small yet lengthy body across Tortuga as he followed the mans call. Surely his mother would be there, and if another were touching her he would pry them from her skin. No one would be allowed to embrace his mother but himself. As the group came into view he acknowledged no one, Newt was the only thing on his mind. Eyes bounced back and forth in search of his mammoth mother, and finally she came into view, though he did not like what her saw. Lips would curl around small daggers as his sister came into view. The way she bounced and craved attention from his mother made his stomach churn. "Nausica! How dare you touch ma mama like dat!" He would screech, legs moving rapidly as he sprinted across the crowd. He would not stand for this, he would not allow her to touch her mother in that way. Only he was allowed to do so.
As he came closer he would set a few defenses, but because of his young age and no training he did not know what he was doing- he was merely acting out of anger. Ears would pin, lips remained curled, jaws parted, and his pelt stood on end as he charged at his sister. He was aiming to knock her over, and if that were to succeed he would rapidly snap at the side of her throat. He would attempt to pin her to the ground momentarily, just to show her that she was not allowed to do that. Then, he would pry himself away from his sister, and he would fall into his mothers embrace. He would rise onto his back legs right paw attempting to place itself on Newt's chest as he licked her chin and muzzle many times. Then, when satisfied, he would sit by her side, body pressed close to her leg. He would stare out at the crowd, watching for any male members to look up at his mother. If he caught them, they would be next.
OOC: SAF, your character was regarded in this. I had him attempt to ram into her, bite her neck, and pin her. Once again, all an attempt, you can have her react in anyway you want. If she decided to fight back, they will end up brawling, so you could set up fight stats in your next post if she reacts that way :)
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