Oh ... You thought?
10-30-2024, 02:50 PM
Xairo stepped forward, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and disdain as he surveyed the pitiful creature before him. The stench was overpowering, but it did little to dampen his determination. This was their territory, their sanctuary, and he would not allow this intruder to sully it. He could feel the stirrings of dominance boiling within him, urging him to assert his power. “No, I don’t think he gets to leave.” Xairo growled, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was directed to Zagan’s command to leave. But this sorry excuse for a wolf might have thought he could get an easy meal out of their den.
With a sudden burst of energy, Xairo lunged forward, his body low and ready to strike. He was driven by a primal thrill, his instincts flaring up as he felt the rush of challenge course through him. This was a test—a chance to prove their strength. The mangy wolf let out a raspy growl, its single eye narrowing as it braced itself for an impending skirmish. Xairo reveled in the defiance; it was like a spark igniting in the darkness of the den. The adrenaline surged through him, urging him to dominate, to retaliate against this wretched trespasser who dared encroach upon their home- as temporary as it may be.
The world outside the den faded into a muted background, the thrum of silence amplifying the tension within the cramped space. Xairo surged forward, all youthful exuberance and fierce determination. The gaunt wolf reacted instinctively, the final remnants of its pride flaring as it clawed feebly at the air, seeking to fend off the impending onslaught.
Xairo's heart pounded with the exhilaration of battle; each thump resonated like a war drum in his ears. There was power in his limbs, energy crackling through his frame as he harnessed it into a series of quick, calculated strikes. The gaunt wolf stumbled under the force of his assault, its limbs failing to comply, and Xairo let out a triumphant growl that echoed in the cramped space of their den. It was intoxicating—
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"Xairo Saxe"
With a sudden burst of energy, Xairo lunged forward, his body low and ready to strike. He was driven by a primal thrill, his instincts flaring up as he felt the rush of challenge course through him. This was a test—a chance to prove their strength. The mangy wolf let out a raspy growl, its single eye narrowing as it braced itself for an impending skirmish. Xairo reveled in the defiance; it was like a spark igniting in the darkness of the den. The adrenaline surged through him, urging him to dominate, to retaliate against this wretched trespasser who dared encroach upon their home- as temporary as it may be.
The world outside the den faded into a muted background, the thrum of silence amplifying the tension within the cramped space. Xairo surged forward, all youthful exuberance and fierce determination. The gaunt wolf reacted instinctively, the final remnants of its pride flaring as it clawed feebly at the air, seeking to fend off the impending onslaught.
Xairo's heart pounded with the exhilaration of battle; each thump resonated like a war drum in his ears. There was power in his limbs, energy crackling through his frame as he harnessed it into a series of quick, calculated strikes. The gaunt wolf stumbled under the force of his assault, its limbs failing to comply, and Xairo let out a triumphant growl that echoed in the cramped space of their den. It was intoxicating—
"Xairo Saxe"
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