02-18-2012, 09:55 PM
Backdated to like the 12th of January because Jace sucks
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The anger. The raw burning rage was unstoppable and unyielding. He still saw in shades of red and the brute was unable to shift from his monstrous secui form. Lacerations and other injuries marked his dusty colored body from which blood dripped in a steady stream. But the Knight male had no care for himself, no care for his own pain and suffering. All that mattered was the small scared female at his side who was even now still shaking with fear from her attack. His mind snapped back to that sky eyed man and again his rage soared. Any who knew Lorenzo as a boy and a pack mate would not recognize the hatred filled creature that had taken residence within his body.
Any who crossed his path would quickly leave it again for fear of being attacked and mauled, all those who were not looking for a fight that was. The male walked with his teeth bared at an unknown foe, muzzle wrinkled past any normal expression of anger, well into blinding fury. That man had been.. he was.. his disgusting hands all over his Juliet, the violence that raged from these thoughts was sufficient that Lorenzo wished he could murder the male all over again. As it was he was barely able to force himself to walk forwards, towards his home that he had not seen in three or four days.
The borders came upon them quickly, too soon for Enzo had not walked off nearly a quarter of the anger he had hoped to. Facing his father when he was feeling like this would be dangerous if Jazper took it as an attempt to usurp his dominant position. But for the life of him the tawny male would not lower his hackles, could not cover his teeth and could not stop his mismatched eyes from blazing. His tipped his head backwards and howled, the sound savage and filled with ferociousness, likely that Jazper wouldn't even recognise it as his own and come to the borders expecting a fight.
343
The anger. The raw burning rage was unstoppable and unyielding. He still saw in shades of red and the brute was unable to shift from his monstrous secui form. Lacerations and other injuries marked his dusty colored body from which blood dripped in a steady stream. But the Knight male had no care for himself, no care for his own pain and suffering. All that mattered was the small scared female at his side who was even now still shaking with fear from her attack. His mind snapped back to that sky eyed man and again his rage soared. Any who knew Lorenzo as a boy and a pack mate would not recognize the hatred filled creature that had taken residence within his body.
Any who crossed his path would quickly leave it again for fear of being attacked and mauled, all those who were not looking for a fight that was. The male walked with his teeth bared at an unknown foe, muzzle wrinkled past any normal expression of anger, well into blinding fury. That man had been.. he was.. his disgusting hands all over his Juliet, the violence that raged from these thoughts was sufficient that Lorenzo wished he could murder the male all over again. As it was he was barely able to force himself to walk forwards, towards his home that he had not seen in three or four days.
The borders came upon them quickly, too soon for Enzo had not walked off nearly a quarter of the anger he had hoped to. Facing his father when he was feeling like this would be dangerous if Jazper took it as an attempt to usurp his dominant position. But for the life of him the tawny male would not lower his hackles, could not cover his teeth and could not stop his mismatched eyes from blazing. His tipped his head backwards and howled, the sound savage and filled with ferociousness, likely that Jazper wouldn't even recognise it as his own and come to the borders expecting a fight.