Break Stuff
08-24-2014, 07:37 PM
Fools. Children were such fools. Her eyes would narrow as he spoke. Not an ounce of respect was held in his tones. His body posture was far to bold for her likely. Her expression went cold as she moved forward in an attempt to close the distance between them. This boy would pay dearly. He wasn't going anywhere, that much was for certain. "Foolish boy." Moving with enough speed that she hoped he wouldn't be able to keep up, her left leg would strike out, in an attempt to sweep both his front legs out from under him. He was a child and undoubtedly clumsy. Next her jaws would swoop on, her crown lowering to be able to reach. Her skull would tip to her left so that she could attempt to grab the right side of his tiny neck. Her overall goal was to knock him onto his pitiful side, to pin him beneath her and claim him as her own. He has signed his death warrant. He wasn't going anywhere. He was here for life, or until he was old enough to attempt to fight for his freedom. Her jaws did not aim to kill, only to grab a tight enough hold to show him just where he was ranked within this world. Her pack was small, she needed numbers, but she certainly didn't need a bothersome child. He would grow though, become stronger, become her weapon. But first, he needed to be taught a very important lesson of respect. He had no power here, and he never would, he was merely just another pawn for the Queen to use.
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