BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE
02-10-2014, 05:46 PM
Suddenly she would appear, and mimicking a cornered animal Neios would immediately backpedal a few feet. With eyes narrowed, lips curled, and teeth bared he would look up at the woman, but she was only a few feet taller than him despite his young age. He was not yet a yearling, but the season was quickly coming to a close. Come summer and he would be one years old. "Who-o are you. How did you-u find me." He would demand an answer, though his voice was not as vigorous and bold as he believed it was. He was not used to being next to a conscious wolf, let alone someone he could not instantly overpower. He had grown accustomed to trapping then murdering them, not fighting to the death. His defenses would remain flagged, and muscles coiled tensely beneath ebony armor. His gaze would avert toward the skeleton, which surprisingly the dame hadn't noticed. Hopefully it would stay that way, though surly she could smell the organs and appendages only feet away. He would not cower, but instead he would hold his head high, tail flagged in utmost supremacy. Speech, |
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