the way we stalk, the way we kiss

He followed under cover of darkness, blending easily enough with his dark colored pelt. His three Dobermans followed faithfully beside him, flanking him on either side and behind. He was eager to wet his teeth, half ignoring Deluge's words with a repeat of Ethne. He'd match Valta's energy...if they came with the intent of spilling blood, then so would he. Why the fuck not? The pent up teenage angst was sometimes too much, and besides...he wasn't exactly one to play nice regardless. As the wolves of Valta slipped out, Diablo slipping behind their borders like a shadow in the night, crimson gaze searching. One by one Valta came to meet the Raiders, and right away they already began to seek blood. It was clear and evident that Valta was not happy to see them, and their intentions were clear. Very well then...he knew what sort of energy he needed to match.

As the Raiders got into a fight one by one, he couldn't help but hear what Flurry said over the din of snarls and battle. What the fuck did she mean by that? Why would that guy know Ignis...? He was close enough to see who was picking a fight with her, but not quite close enough to hear an answer should he decide to give her one. He lifted a lip in a snarl. If that guy was related to Ignis...how many fucking other kids did his father have? He had already came across one in Insomnia and had kicked his ass, and now he was left with even more questions and feelings of what the fuck?!

"Fuck me..." He muttered under his breath as he felt even more anger light in his chest. He didn't know how to feel about all this shit. While yes, he was aware he had older siblings, why the fuck didn't his dad ever really talk about them? Inferno was around, sure, but the others? He knew jack shit about them. Claws scraped the ground as his emotional state fell into further discord, and he so he turned his attention back to the field, searching for - ah! Gaze snapped to and locked onto a Valta member, and Diablo didn't hesitate.

He raced across, lips curled up to bare his fangs, fur bristled in rage. This wolf would be the unfortunate one to bear the brunt of his anger. Diablo charged, seeking to slam his weight into the man straight on, jaws splayed open as he sought to bring his teeth over the bridge of the mans muzzle in a vice grip.

Diablo vs Nao for Maim: Muzzle scarring (raid)
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Defensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: n/a

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