Flip the Script
Deep down he was hoping he might encounter the lioness again. Yeah he had a good story, but there wasn't any proof of what he'd done except a few tufts of fur the cat lost during the scuffle. Noir had been careful to gather up all of them.
The scattered tufts were laid out before him. The boy sat with his tail around his huge paws as he stared at his prize. He couldn't help but be annoyed he didn't have the whole carcass.
Tornadic paced through the territory with his head raised, regarding the twittering birds with contempt and turning his nose up to them. Birds in the forest didn’t tweet, they were ravens and crows who croaked ominously and owls who shrieked before rendering prey with their talons. It was only as he reached the end of the thicket that he found himself standing at the edge of a sheer drop overlooking a churning river, swollen with Spring’s thaw and coursing furiously, swallowing boulders as large as the witness stones and obliterating anything that fell into its merciless depths.
Rain had been so consumed watching the churning river that he nearly bumped into a black pup that was only slightly larger than him, and most likely only a few weeks older. “Do you mind?!” He snapped, his downy fur rising with anger as he looked over the male who seemed to be looking at clumps of fluff. “You’re in my way!” He spat accusingly, far too used to having his way just on virtue of being the oldest and largest next to Tyto, and of course the highlord’s pup.
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Eventually he did wake up, and Poem set to avoiding him. She couldn't really let him out of her sight though, as soon as she did he would sneak up on her. So she hid from him, and as he sat down to admire... whatever he had there on the ground, Poem opted for a nap higher up the rock formations out of sight.
She woke to the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Though her mother had told her about the pups coming to visit the young Destruction hadn't met them yet. She assumed this boy was one of them. Poem peeked her slate gray head over the rock behind Noir. She could see the stranger boy's face and silently cheered him on.
He lifted his nose into the air and looked down on the boring colored boy. Noir didn't forget to knit his brows to show his disdain either. Though he kept his fur calmed unlike this interloper he stood up to more fully use his superior size. (Even if it was marginal.)
"I do mind." Noir retorted, puffing out his chest. "And you're in my space, so back off. Outsider." Noir did not know about their guests, but he knew this pup did not belong in Abaven. He let his teeth show in a silent snarl as he sized up his opponent. He was smaller than the lioness he had taken down.
Distantly Tornadic took in his surroundings, if he fell, he would surely die, which would make the freak male the winner. He resolutely refused to let that happen, the rocks were slippery from the humidity and the rushing waters beneath them, he needed to keep his footing and keep an eye on how close he came to the edge.
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Her attention was drawn back fully to the pointed boy as he called out his name and asserted his freedom. Poem couldn't take her eyes from him. He seemed more like a warrior than Noir, and the young Destruction felt immense jealousy in the freedom he held. She wanted to go wherever she wanted!
Poem almost stumbled off the edge of her perch then, but scrambled back as she realized she had been inching forward. Tornadic lunged as she rearranged herself and for a moment wondered if she should intervene.
Noir didn't have enough time to counter-attack but he wasn't about to be knocked down by some kid! With his teeth showing in his own dark snarl the boy braced for impact, lowering his center of gravity by bending his joints. He was just slightly lower when Tornadic hit him hard, but he didn't go sprawling. He had to take a recovery step, and was forced back. A too eager smile overtook his features as a spark ignited in his eyes.
"My turn." He growled from the bottom of his chest. Which wasn't very deep for a season old pup, but it was as menacing as Noir could get. "I am Noir Destruction, the mighty mountain! And I said Back. Off." He had coiled his haunches and now he was going for his own attack, aiming the broad side of his thick neck at the underside of Tornadic's. He had the clever idea of restricting his windpipe while his shoulder aimed to hit Torn's sternum and knock the wind from him.
Noir felt excitement rush through him, his first real conflict with another wolf. Yeah he picked on his sister's but he had never gotten this rough with them. He felt just like when he had attacked the cat. Fearless. He should have been paying more attention to the slippery ledge.
Tornadics jaws opened wide, his nose lifted in a snarl as the male refused to go down and called himself “The Mighty Mountain.” He scoffed at that internally, that was a dumb name, and he bet his father hadn’t even given it to him, he had probably just made it up himself to sound cool.
With his jaws open Tornadic tucked his chin to shield his throat , if the male moved within range of being bitten he would sink his needle-like fangs into his tender pup flesh until he cried or begged him to stop, however, He hadn’t anticipated the blow to his chest. Torn's head snapped forward, mouth still agape as the shoulder collided with his chest with a dull thud. He felt himself be pushed back almost to the point of teetering over until his hind left leg stepped back to correct his balance,r and push him forward his tail flailing out like a rudder, in an attempt to use his weight to knock the other boy onto his back, his head rolled forward with the intent of hitting Noir's throat with the top of his skull as he surged forward and to hopefully prevent any more bodily blows. He kept his eyes narrowed and his ears pinned, his hackles still raised to show his dominance and his nose lifted and tucked between the folds of his snarling muzzle. His neck braced for the impact, his shoulders rolling forward and his front paws bent and crossed over his chest, ready to stick out and catch himself on the ground.
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