A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]
03-10-2013, 06:40 AM
Instantly the one dubbed Swift kill had begun to talk... The northern lands, eh? The wall? My eyes traveled over towards the wall that was perfectly placed upon the ground. And in invisible brow could only rise as I looked it up and down. Rather sturdy lookin' it was if I do say so myself. Finally I spoked up after hearing her little mark of being trained. A bellowing laugh formed from the depths of my chest causing my entire rib cage to vibrate in annoyance. The thunderous laughter landed for only a brief second before I went on to speak again. And I see this 'trainer' ne'er taught ye the cardinal rule, such a thing is to be secretive ne'er spok'n aloud. Atleast that was the rule of the oceans. One was never to announce when being a merciless killer. After all what was the point in telling your prey that they were in fact prey? It was much better to see the surprise tainted with fear in their eyes. The younger once continued to speak of trying to climb the wall and that intrigued me, the stoney mass was rather large. Something that even I wouldn't attempt to do. Now see, I had jumped from one ship to the other but that was distance, not height. And although she spoke rather harshly with her words, I did nothing but ignore them. If there was one thing I've learned killing a woman was not as rewarding as the males. Even my mates wouldn't do such a thing. They simply took advantage of the weaker sex in different ways. Of course I'm sure my species was nothing like the two leggers but it was possible. Her mockery words once more struck my ear drums and I continued to watch her, a but stunned by the spunk in which she possessed. Mockery my dear, 's the main cause of tongue removal where I be from. I couldn't help but snicker. She was kinda cute though, in her own cocky and demented twisted kind of way. The spunky ones were always the best I remember my captain saying. It was just then another voice, not belonging to me nor Swift was heard, my thick cranium swiftly turning to see where it had originated from. Personally I was still a but astonished to now see that there were two just like me! How many more could there be? Light blue occulars were sent to examine the other female, taking in her delicate features. And although I say delicate that may not be her case but she did lack the 'rough' look that males often carried. They cursed me Diabolitio, Was simply askin' where I be. A bit uncertain of these'ere areas. Judging by perhaps the over protectivness the other female had possessed I'd come to the assumption that maybe Swift was indeed her daughter. Even though the darker fae really didn't seem all that much older. And judging by the looks of it she was with child as well. Not to far along but the little minions were growing slowly. A crooked grin was offered as I listened to Swift speak in her dames (Which was what I'm considering her) directions. A chuckle was broken into the silence that was coming from my direction and that was it. This was far to intriguing to inturrupt. And then a bit of a brawl broke out between the two. The darker femme instantly knocking the other the ground in such a fury I couldn't help but shake my own cranium side to side. The adventures of the hormonial roller coaster. Fun fun. I watched as the younger one from beneath lunged towards the dame like ones belly region and I couldn't help but take a step closer clearing my own throat. Now now ladies. 'ow 'bout we act more like adults than scavangers, aye? Speech, |
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