Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Sally On Over!
08-16-2015, 08:52 AM
Fuck! What the fuck was with the wolves here nowadays? They were all huge, and all beautiful what the fuck, Vivek was in paradise! Unfortunately, both this brute and the woman that he had fought before were fucking underage. So what if his sister had once had a tendency to throw herself around before she was two? The man was not a cradle robber... he had standards damn it! Standards that were starting to piss him off these days to be perfectly honest, but they would hold true. "Looking for a fight big guy?" He would taunt as he stepped onto the scene, his red eyes flicking over the other's frame. He looked so much like Vivek himself, it nearly hurt. Not because the red male was a narcissist, granted, which he might be - but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that this male looked like family, and that was something that he didn't have anymore. It made him feel a bit sick to think about.
Perhaps a little of that frustration would be taken out on the boy in front of him. Not very kind, no, but the cardinal had never been particularly benevolent. "Lucky you, so am I." That would be the last warning that the boy got before Vivek would move to quickly close the distance between the two of them. He wouldn't let the other straight out charge him, because like hell he wanted a wolf that big coming at him full speed while he stood there like an idiot. His eyes were narrowed, ears pulled back, and his jaws were open to protect his throat. The beast's head was lowered, aligned with his spine as he fluidly flung himself forward. His tail lashed behind him, adjusting with his every movement. Shoulders were rolled in an attempt to protect the sides of his neck, and his hackles were raised along his neck along his spine. His toes were splayed for traction, and his back legs were squared, along with his knees being bent so that he was lower to the ground.
He would pull just enough to his left to try and bite at the other brute's face. He was attempting to wrap his fangs around his face beneath his right eye, not attempting to blind the boy, but perhaps scare him into thinking it was a sudden attempt at a maim. Vivek's right shoulder would shove at the other's chest nearest his right shoulder. He sought to make the other bleed, make him hurt for a bit. Make him pay for things he had not been the cause of. Yet he would still not aim to hurt him in any way that was permanent. He had not done enough simply by existing in the wrong place at the wrong time for that.
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