hero or villain

Hey Imonde? Would you beat up a pregnant lady? Hell yeah.

No feelings spared, no mercy, no conscious, if one was wise enough to threaten the Divine they where wise enough to come place their head between his teeth and let him bite down until he was absolutely cheeky. At least that was the thought as his gaze slowly sides to a woman that had the nerve to growl at him.

His brow draws together, his head not lifting from his paws as he regards her with almost a bored expression. This one seems to have a bit more bite in her though, that was a plus. Hell, at least she wasn't letting the Divine just waltz around her boarders like he owned the place...yet. So finally the male drew his head up, paws pushing up his mass as he gradually shakes out his fur.

"If we where nap-ping, our eyes would have be-en closed," he points out the obvious, his tail curling above his back as he turns head toward the woman. "Then again, when one is strong eno-ugh, they can nap where they ple-ase, yes?" His vocal cords pushed out the words as they reverberated about him, sickeningly blunt and straight forward. "So is the way of dom-i-na-tion."

There was masked dark humor behind his gaze as he stalks along the boarder, his body in motion for just a moment before coming to a stand still. The man would lift his head, nose sniffing the air before his head lowered down to the ground as he sniffs about there as well, the male evaluating the pack based on the markers.


"Speech"
'thoughts'