A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]
03-10-2013, 04:54 PM
I had said what I needed to say and the charcoal laced femora did offer a nod but that was it, which was completely understandable to be honest. After all they were sort of in the process if tearing into one another. Can't really say time out and have a talking session. And even I had to admit that even I enjoyed watching the two females little corel, it was infact interesting. The only disturbing part was the fact that one was with child and risking alot just to put the younger one back in her place. A bit foolish, but even I had to admit that I would do the same if in the same situation. Bitter anger sometimes gets the best of one. When easily infuriated it was simple to forgot alot of things. I do believe they used to refer to it as 'blacking' out. I recall that happening to me once or twice. Hell one time I didn't even recall feeling the sharp blade slicing through my own flesh until I came too. All though these two didn't seem to be having that sort of fight. You know the kind that brews up the blacking out, this was more of a bicker to put one back into their place, and at first I didn't want to interrupt, this was their beef not mine. It was none of my business to be honest. And so, so far I remained quiet and rather calm, watching it all unravel before me. The fresh scent of blood, the sweet yet bitter aroma filling my nostrils. Causing my own jowls to salivate. I could feel the drool practically slipping free from my lips and yet I still controlled the irresistible urge to give in to it. Instead I waited. Finally I came to the simple conclusion that I was getting sick of the lovely blood bath going on. The younger should have submitted by now rather then being so foolish as to continue on with the childish antics. If this older one truly was her mentor, as she had mentioned, then she should have bowed down long before. I know when it came to my captain I never went against his words. No matter how blood thirsty I was and a ruthless killer indeed, I remembered my place, and who I should respect. As for the rest of the mates I had no problems lashing out, causing severe damage... But I always knew where my loyalty layed. And so I took a step fore ward this time my lips curling upwards to bare off my own blood stained, dull canines. A blood curdling growl erupted from the depths of my chest only to free itself into the open air. Words now harsh, and spoken through clenched teeth as I watched the younger one. Regardless of 'ow ye feel, learn your place kid. Of course I wouldn't bother to harm her that was not my place. I did not know her like the other dark one did. But when it came to disrespecting one in which you were following beneath that was unacceptable and where I'm from that lead to a tortured death. A fate that no one deserves to see. The fur upon my neck rose as I continued to speak in Swift's direction. She had alot of spunk, but she was using it at all the wrong times. One had to learn to control their anger to rise up on the totem pole of life. Other wise, your life would be cut rather short. Respect gets ye a long way if used. The path in which ye be choosin' may just cut ye life short. Of course I meant no disrespect, I was just speaking what I had learned along the way. |
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