I Am the Sickness
11-14-2013, 03:29 PM
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He cackled. "If you insist." He purred. "In my first pack, the one I was born into, the Black Moon Pack, I was Beta. Or Lieutenant as they called it there. I led an attack against an enemy pack. The vile Red Forest Pack. It was a massacre, for them" He told, adding as much bravado to his words as he could, flicking his tail against Salamander's as they trudged through the murky water. "I slaughtered all their pups, and it wasn't long before their beta, a huge lumbering oaf, noticed me amid the screams of dying young." He said proudly, a grin threatening to split his face in two as he recalled the bloody day. "I didn't notice him at first, I was far too focused on a fleeing bitch who had managed to steal a squirming youth from right under my nose. I chased her down, and right as I was about to catch her, their Beta pounced and pinned me to the ground!" He said, adding a jump in the muck for emphasis then leaned in close to Salamander. "He stood over me, teeth bared and dripping with spit..." Closer now, almost whispering."I knew I was done for, he dove in for the kill and..."He pulled back at that instant, "I bit into his shoulder, and tore it clean off." He snapped his jaws for added effect. "The old fool ran from me at that point, but I knew I had him. I chased him down and with one final blow to the throat I ended his life."He trotted forward, tail waving happily. "Now, I would later fall from grace in my pack and as I left my land I passed through our battle field, where I found the Beta's bones rotting." He threw his head back. "And that young one is how I got such a lovely mask." Speech, |
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