Quiet is the Night
05-18-2015, 06:27 PM
He'd wandered too far, but hadn't left. Perhaps because whatever fate awaited him was far better than what was back home. Where others feared or were in awe of his horrid dam who would have used him and had used both he and his sire in the past. There was no love or caring of any sort there. So he'd not particularly cared about wandering into other territories his mind too filled with horrors of what his dam had done or planned to do.
But he'd not expected to be hearing he'd lost his freedom. He'd not had it very long at all and in some ways he still didn't feel free, because she and her followers were out there. Looking for him. If not to kill him then to drag him back to be her perfect little puppet, the heir apparent of the Kringle lineage.
"Wha's this now? Ah 'ardly think I'm 'urting anyone wif mah presence. An' ah 'eard enough o' them words from mah own dam nah ta like 'em. Ya could 'ave asked ya know. Ah'd be safer in a pack, but ah dinna think yers would do if ya jist wish ta take freedom away. Nah tha' I ever 'ad it long ta begin wif." And where he came from he was seen as a prince. Wouldn't his mother be outraged if she ever found out he were a prisoner? That was if the lady could drag him away. Yet it would serve her right. She deserved embarrassment and more besides.
He'd turned to face the she-wolf head on. Unlike his dam he wasn't usually a violent creature given that he'd rather be spending time with herbs and healing remedies. But he hadn't been lacking in some education from his sire who'd not let his dam teach him for fear of what she might well do even accidentally due to her rather vicious nature. His brows furrowed and his hackles raised in irritation as much as defense. No one was going to take away his freedom, not so easily when it had been so long to gain.
While the young male had no wish to attack, he doubted his words would be considered. But if he wanted his freedom, well, he might well have to do so. Arrogant sod of a she-wolf. If only he didn't have to show the devil side to anyone particularly the she-wolf he'd first encountered.
Why did the she-wolves always think they could walk all over him anyway, his ears pinned against his skull as he wondered not for the first time about that. With a huff he parted his jowls and dashed forward, head lowered to protect his throat a bit and at the same time aimed for her snout and muzzle as saliva dripped from his fangs. His left foreleg lifted up higher than the other whilst adjusting his weight so that his other three limbs took on the brunt of his weight as he neared her with the intention of bringing his large paw down upon her right front paw at the same time as he tried to bite the end of her muzzle.
KATJA vs SAVAGE for FORCE CLAIM
Round 1/?
Defenses: Brows furrowed. Hackles raised. Ears folded down against his skull. Head lowered to protect his throat.
Attacks: Bite aimed at her snout/muzzle. Left foreleg aimed to stomp down on her right front paw.
Injuries: None
But he'd not expected to be hearing he'd lost his freedom. He'd not had it very long at all and in some ways he still didn't feel free, because she and her followers were out there. Looking for him. If not to kill him then to drag him back to be her perfect little puppet, the heir apparent of the Kringle lineage.
"Wha's this now? Ah 'ardly think I'm 'urting anyone wif mah presence. An' ah 'eard enough o' them words from mah own dam nah ta like 'em. Ya could 'ave asked ya know. Ah'd be safer in a pack, but ah dinna think yers would do if ya jist wish ta take freedom away. Nah tha' I ever 'ad it long ta begin wif." And where he came from he was seen as a prince. Wouldn't his mother be outraged if she ever found out he were a prisoner? That was if the lady could drag him away. Yet it would serve her right. She deserved embarrassment and more besides.
He'd turned to face the she-wolf head on. Unlike his dam he wasn't usually a violent creature given that he'd rather be spending time with herbs and healing remedies. But he hadn't been lacking in some education from his sire who'd not let his dam teach him for fear of what she might well do even accidentally due to her rather vicious nature. His brows furrowed and his hackles raised in irritation as much as defense. No one was going to take away his freedom, not so easily when it had been so long to gain.
While the young male had no wish to attack, he doubted his words would be considered. But if he wanted his freedom, well, he might well have to do so. Arrogant sod of a she-wolf. If only he didn't have to show the devil side to anyone particularly the she-wolf he'd first encountered.
Why did the she-wolves always think they could walk all over him anyway, his ears pinned against his skull as he wondered not for the first time about that. With a huff he parted his jowls and dashed forward, head lowered to protect his throat a bit and at the same time aimed for her snout and muzzle as saliva dripped from his fangs. His left foreleg lifted up higher than the other whilst adjusting his weight so that his other three limbs took on the brunt of his weight as he neared her with the intention of bringing his large paw down upon her right front paw at the same time as he tried to bite the end of her muzzle.
KATJA vs SAVAGE for FORCE CLAIM
Round 1/?
Defenses: Brows furrowed. Hackles raised. Ears folded down against his skull. Head lowered to protect his throat.
Attacks: Bite aimed at her snout/muzzle. Left foreleg aimed to stomp down on her right front paw.
Injuries: None