It's The Similarities That Bind Us
01-10-2014, 05:34 AM
| Sin Armada |
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From the North, he went East. And there those two regions held no interest for him. His own pack it seemed, was not as strong as he had perceived it to be, and felt that his time there was being wasted. The Alpha was next to nonexistent now, Sin was starting to question the King that seemed so weak to debut his appearance to a pack that was obviously out of order as of late. A growl rumbled in his chest, if it were up to him, the pack would be well structured and always kept busy. Not left to rot away like the carcass of carrion for the crows to pick off of. He could sense the growing anxiety of some of his pack members, knowing that soon something would happen if something did not happen soon. A hiss escaped parted jaws, figuring that sooner or later, he would most likely have to take matters into his own hands. A weak leader is not what the pack should have, and should isardis fail and his pathetic excuse for a sister take it, she would be rest assured that she would not have it for very long. Sin had no time for weaklings like her, and if it had been up to him, he would have killed her the moment he had the ability to do so. Even their Mother Nephisa had regretted Romans life. Sensing that she would be one of the weaker ones, and it was true in the facts to date. Sin had witnessed nothing but failure from her time and time again. First, the encounter with the rogue she failed to fend off. And then the failure with the bear encounter. She was a fool, the king of all fools to be exact. And Sin would only laugh at her bleak demise in the future. If you were not strong, then you had no place here. And so with thoughts brewing in his mind, he was pulled to the farthest reaches of the mainland. Black sand roiling in the breeze, sea birds screaming at him from overhead. He growled with a slight sense of annoyance, always pestered with the sound of unharmonious creatures. They were greedy, noisy, rats with feathers. Pathetic as any other weak prey...including weak wolves. He had no tolerance for them, and so chose to rush as a nearby flock, hissing, snapping, and growling. Teeth closing around the webbed foot of one as it took off a second to late in flight. Dragging it down, the bird yelled in fright, only to be muffled and muted by hungry jaws. Except, he did not eat it...he merely chose to quiet it by snapping its neck. He wasn't too hungry, so the thought of leaving it for a scavenger was appealing...then again, why should he miss out on the fun of meeting a stranger today? Hastily, he dropped the carcass. Scattered feathers remained encircling it, as the tainted beast moved away to stand hidden within radius of the bird. His own scent blinded by he taint of gull blood, as well was the blood that already stained his coat. And there he would lie in wait, hopeful that something interesting would come by and try to steal his catch. |
