Ready To Taste Blood

*Deviant* · (This post was last modified: 07-29-2014, 12:31 PM by Deviant.)

It had been some time now since he got into a real fight, and though he liked living a relaxed, comfortable lifestyle, the man was craving a battle. Muscle rippled beneath his coat, making his way through the battlefield, looking, waiting for a good opponent that would stand a chance against his size and age. Nose twitched at the metallic smell of blood, golden eyes gazing upon a few others duking it out here and there.

Upon reaching the center he finally came to a stand still, ears turning to the left, listening, to the right, listening. Deviant's paws slide forward on the earth, lower front half of his body being brought low to the ground in a stretch. Bringing himself back up his tail gave a swing while waiting for somebody to step forward.

"normal.
speech.
thought.
you."

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