Take Me Under [M]
04-04-2013, 12:45 AM
Fable had never gotten along well with rules or guidelines. One could even go so far as to say she purposefully defied them just for the satisfaction of it all. She was a nonconformist, a free spirit, and a risk taker; a triple threat with a hell of a lot of promise for punishment. But did she care? Hell no. Which is exactly why she was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Lentajin's border, looking every bit like the cat who'd gotten the cream. The ginger female had heard tale of the pack's ruthlessness when it came to intruders, and the sweet temptation to stick it to the tight wads was far too sweet for her to pass up. So there she was, practically prancing along their border, head held high and a tuneless beat humming in her throat. Her tail waved behind her like a banner, begging-- no-- daring anyone to try and put her in her place. Psh. Bunch of pansies. "Though' the laddiebuck said this was a frightanin' bunch. Dissapointin'." she practically cooed, green eyes narrowing as they gave the terrain one more quick sweep. It was rather odd for there to be no one out and about. Were they off having some big important pack meeting? Mayhaps they were all just too fat and lazy to protect their own lands? Figures. Once again, she was reminded why the life of a loner was the life for her. "Enough of that, now. Looks like this lot can't handle tha presence o' the great Fable. Ta hell wi'em." And with that, she turned her back on Lentajin and made to leave, not so much as giving it one last parting glance. An open target. |