A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]
03-09-2013, 01:04 PM
No sooner had SwiftKill turned around than her mentor had appeared, and the yearling in front of her turned around. It had been the first time SwiftKill had saw her after their last meeting, and she noticed something about her. The ivory yearling examined her mentor closely, noticing the plump stomach that meant only one thing: her mentor was expecting. For some reason, SwiftKill wagged her tail at this piece of news: new pups meant new killers, possibly her apprentice. But considering Destruction, it would probably be another five years before she let SwiftKill near her pups. Only one exception. "SwiftKill! Get down from there you foolish child or you will surely break a limb and all your desire for killing will be for naught!" The words made the yearling jump, and she turned around to greet her mentor with a thin smile. I see you have pups? Maybe, if you'd let me, I could train one of those pups?" SwiftKill only wagged her tail, only to stop as Destruction spoke to the brute. "Who are you brute? Why do choose to speak to SwiftKill? What are you looking for?" SwiftKill couldn't help but growl at the posessiveness coating her mentor's words. She wasn't a pup! She could take care of herself! And why didn't Destruction believe that? Although she wasn't showing it. SwiftKill was fuming, silently howling her fury to the world. "Destruction, I can take care my myself. And I was already handling this. You didn't need to come along and start firing questions at this wolf. I WAS going to make him leave. But it's too late now, right?" SwiftKill snarled the words out in a "friendly" tone. It was more b****y than friendly, so the yearling might have made a bad mistake. Speech, |
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