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Take Me Under [M]



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04-06-2013, 01:24 AM
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Everything had been fine and dandy for a moment or two. She'd been well on her way on leaving the pack lands behind, albeit in a disappointed fashion. Would they truly fail to supply her with even a shred of entertainment? Jerks. But then, this monster, no, freak of a bitch had emerged from gods know where, towering over her like a bear or some other animal of immense proportions. The purple hued creature was all quivering hackles and yellow fangs, putting in quite the effort to look the part of the intimidating beast from below. She had it spot on, but it did little to flatter her figure. What a shame.

"Pretty, aye? Sorry lassie, you're ain't m'type. I don't go for tall, dark, an' ugly." Her Irish accent was as thick as ever as her jowls twisted up into a cheeky grin. Most wolves would recognize the situation they were in and react accoringly. They'd beg, plead, maybe even cry a little, anything to avoid the death the indigo bitch was hanging over her 'pretty little head'. But was Fable like most wolves? Fuck no. She was a creature of pride, and she'd be damned if she gave the beast an inch. So she reacted as she always did, no mater the situation; she got snarky. "I ain't scared of no shadows, bitch, much less you. And why in the seven hells would I give ye a reason to spare me like tha' merciful creature ya fuckin' ain't?" She took a few steps forward of her own, craining her head up so she could maintain eye contact with the much taller female as they came toe to toe. "So ye can take yer' 'judgement' and shove it, cause I ain't got time ta' deal with egotistical authority figures like yerself. M'names Fable. Remember it. Cause it's the name of the one bitch in this world that ain't afraid of ya." And with that, she would fall silent, waiting for the brutish female's response. If luck was on her side, the pack-creature would be caught off guard by her outburst and give her time to make a hasty retreat. If not, well, the world couldn't deny that she didn't go down without a fight.