A God Amongst Mortals
04-28-2014, 07:31 AM
Threaten? Us?
No one threatened the monarchy of the Divine without some type of retribution, just like no one touched the walking embodiment without permission. So when the second lady spoke, stepping in front of Roman and issued a death threat at him from the safety of her boarders and numbers...Well this just made him scoff, first it was quiet, and then the scoff turned into a deep rumbling laughter as he shook his head. A step was taken forward, head pressed down to align with his spine again, tail lowering to fall in line as well as he balanced his body. Hind legs spread, muscles along powerful haunches growing taunt as the claws in his back paws dug into the ground to stabilize the bloodthirsty creature as his eyes darkly rests upon Misha. "We are more than happy to oblige." The sentence was eerily compete, his words strung together perfectly as he stares at Misha, waiting for the female to make the first move against him, how he wondered what her heart would taste like, would it be sweet, like the innocent creature she appeared to be? Or would it leave a bitter taste in his mouth? Something to be pondered upon he supposes.
Then Roman pushes back around the female, the two standing side by side as one threatened and one questioned, how funny this was. Worthless. His mind chimed, his head suddenly turning off to the left side as he glances back at the direction from which he came. How tempting it was to just leave and beckon the second female to follow along to be butchered outside of the safety of her pack lands and numbers. A one on one fight, the thought amused him, enough that the snarl cut from his body as he falls silent once again. The male couldn't stop the nagging feeling that this pack was weak and that he would constantly have to snap his jaws at one fool or another to keep them from getting themselves killed, Misha was the perfect example of this. All talk, and no action, relying on her pack for protection instead of her own strength, he could taste the weakness in the air.
Predatory nature was first, but soon he swings his head around, this time staring directly at Roman. "The sub-ordi-nate steps in front of the alpha, when has this ever been all-owed?" He croons darkly, his eyes narrowing at Roman as he comments on the dominance she seems to clearly lack. "We cannot ignore what we see, dis-obed-ience and weak-ness, both are not tole-rated, we will find some-place else that is wor-thy." His gaze slowly slashes toward Misha, jaws snapping together firmly in warning. "You are more than wel-come to follow along if you wish to learn your pro-per place." He offers before suddenly turning, the male first leaping over the fallen tree and vanishing into the environment.
-exit Imonde-
No one threatened the monarchy of the Divine without some type of retribution, just like no one touched the walking embodiment without permission. So when the second lady spoke, stepping in front of Roman and issued a death threat at him from the safety of her boarders and numbers...Well this just made him scoff, first it was quiet, and then the scoff turned into a deep rumbling laughter as he shook his head. A step was taken forward, head pressed down to align with his spine again, tail lowering to fall in line as well as he balanced his body. Hind legs spread, muscles along powerful haunches growing taunt as the claws in his back paws dug into the ground to stabilize the bloodthirsty creature as his eyes darkly rests upon Misha. "We are more than happy to oblige." The sentence was eerily compete, his words strung together perfectly as he stares at Misha, waiting for the female to make the first move against him, how he wondered what her heart would taste like, would it be sweet, like the innocent creature she appeared to be? Or would it leave a bitter taste in his mouth? Something to be pondered upon he supposes.
Then Roman pushes back around the female, the two standing side by side as one threatened and one questioned, how funny this was. Worthless. His mind chimed, his head suddenly turning off to the left side as he glances back at the direction from which he came. How tempting it was to just leave and beckon the second female to follow along to be butchered outside of the safety of her pack lands and numbers. A one on one fight, the thought amused him, enough that the snarl cut from his body as he falls silent once again. The male couldn't stop the nagging feeling that this pack was weak and that he would constantly have to snap his jaws at one fool or another to keep them from getting themselves killed, Misha was the perfect example of this. All talk, and no action, relying on her pack for protection instead of her own strength, he could taste the weakness in the air.
Predatory nature was first, but soon he swings his head around, this time staring directly at Roman. "The sub-ordi-nate steps in front of the alpha, when has this ever been all-owed?" He croons darkly, his eyes narrowing at Roman as he comments on the dominance she seems to clearly lack. "We cannot ignore what we see, dis-obed-ience and weak-ness, both are not tole-rated, we will find some-place else that is wor-thy." His gaze slowly slashes toward Misha, jaws snapping together firmly in warning. "You are more than wel-come to follow along if you wish to learn your pro-per place." He offers before suddenly turning, the male first leaping over the fallen tree and vanishing into the environment.
-exit Imonde-