10-20-2011, 02:18 PM
Whitechapel is here for the bojanglin'. 
Soran can totally kill him, too.
Whitechapel plunged into the war without a moment's consideration of the irony. It did not matter that he had been thrown straight into chaos when his original purpose had been simply to find a pack to live in. He preferred it this way. When he had departed his homeland, the great black wolf had feared losing the opportunity to fight, aware that he would never belong among a group of pansy, peace-loving individuals. Learning of the sour relations among the packs here had excited him, deepening his omnipresent thirst for blood. By now it had intensified unbearably, and he needed to fight again, to make someone scream and bleed, to taste briny red liquid on his tongue. He fought without knowing the pretenses at all, and he did not care.
The dark warrior shadowed the guardians, head low and eyes keen. All around them was his favorite scene, wolves thrashing with weapons, teeth and claws, cries of pain and anger. His terrible grin never fading, the hulking beast slowed as a tawny werewolf mounted on a large horse gained them and killed Cidnee with one blow of his weapon. His crooked brow rose as the woman fell - what a weakling. Still, her death was a blatant warning that the man on the horse was to be dealt with carefully. A short distance away, Lanna was in the midst of a fray with four females, just rising to her feet following a blow from wolf with cocoa fur. Whitechapel allowed himself a split second of indecision, horrible mismatched eyes darting from the mounted werewolf to the tangle of women. He wished desperately to shed the man's blood for taking down one of his fellow guardians, but this desire was encumbered by the wolves who surrounded Lanna. Her odds did not look so good, as her attackers were all strong females with burning eyes, and he did not think his own could afford to lose another one of their number.
Fortunately, his hunger for flesh overpowered all reluctance. The dark Secui burst suddenly toward the group surrounding Lanna, selecting the one closest to her, the mahogany wolfess, as his victim. He threw himself at her with a powerful leap, bulky muscles clenching throughout his body. He aimed to catch her from behind, knock her over, and of he was lucky enough, sink his teeth into the back of her neck.
Soran can totally kill him, too.Whitechapel plunged into the war without a moment's consideration of the irony. It did not matter that he had been thrown straight into chaos when his original purpose had been simply to find a pack to live in. He preferred it this way. When he had departed his homeland, the great black wolf had feared losing the opportunity to fight, aware that he would never belong among a group of pansy, peace-loving individuals. Learning of the sour relations among the packs here had excited him, deepening his omnipresent thirst for blood. By now it had intensified unbearably, and he needed to fight again, to make someone scream and bleed, to taste briny red liquid on his tongue. He fought without knowing the pretenses at all, and he did not care.
The dark warrior shadowed the guardians, head low and eyes keen. All around them was his favorite scene, wolves thrashing with weapons, teeth and claws, cries of pain and anger. His terrible grin never fading, the hulking beast slowed as a tawny werewolf mounted on a large horse gained them and killed Cidnee with one blow of his weapon. His crooked brow rose as the woman fell - what a weakling. Still, her death was a blatant warning that the man on the horse was to be dealt with carefully. A short distance away, Lanna was in the midst of a fray with four females, just rising to her feet following a blow from wolf with cocoa fur. Whitechapel allowed himself a split second of indecision, horrible mismatched eyes darting from the mounted werewolf to the tangle of women. He wished desperately to shed the man's blood for taking down one of his fellow guardians, but this desire was encumbered by the wolves who surrounded Lanna. Her odds did not look so good, as her attackers were all strong females with burning eyes, and he did not think his own could afford to lose another one of their number.
Fortunately, his hunger for flesh overpowered all reluctance. The dark Secui burst suddenly toward the group surrounding Lanna, selecting the one closest to her, the mahogany wolfess, as his victim. He threw himself at her with a powerful leap, bulky muscles clenching throughout his body. He aimed to catch her from behind, knock her over, and of he was lucky enough, sink his teeth into the back of her neck.