Looks just like blood inside a vein

Ahiga Nishant · 06-09-2012, 12:55 PM

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Even though we're damaged goods, I would love you if I could
But you are so unalarmed, by my unfortunate charm

Word Count → 412 :: Sorry 'bout wait. Muse crashed out on me for awhile >.<

He didn't get all that far, not that he really expected to; for if he had that would simply indicate the pack was weak and incapable of looking after it's own and provide him with a actually reasonable argument in regards to convincing his sister to return home with him. Walking in silence he used the skills he had been 'developing' to pinpoint where he could walk and minimise the sound of his steps, although for the most part it sounded as if he was stomping about. Pausing he lifted his head, grey strands falling over his eyes like a silver veil, pale ears pivoting forward to attention as a slight sound drew his attention, his head twisting and turning as a familiar voice broke through the land naming him as well as instantly lecturing him; which was just typical.

Forest streaked eyes flicked and fell upon the white, angelic form that was his sister, a sheepish grin slipping across his lips with no shame at having been caught trespassing... eventually he'd learn the hard way that his actions would result in severe consequences, but until then he would stomp across these borders as he saw fit and throw her name out to any who tried to stop him. Opening his mouth he was about to respond when some unknown male stepped in front of his sister, causing the mood touched lad to stop for a second. Breathing in the smile dropped from his lips, tail failing deadly still as his ears flicked back and hackles began to rise, a wordless growl of sheer anger ripped it's way from his throat before a rational thought could make it's way into his mind. Without a doubt, this male stunk of his sister and she of him, it didn't take a genius to make a connection; this filthy dog was what stole his sister from him.

Unsure of what exactly was going on, Lokni materialised beside his charge, looking cautiously at the two before looking to the white lad in question. “You fucking mongrel, get the hell away from her. Piece of stealing shit, get the hell away from my sister” he spat out, taking a tentative step forward and bringing himself up to his full height, hand clenched by his side, arms painfully strained tight. He'd kill him for the crime of stealing her, he'd get her back one way or another for she was too good for him, too good for anyone.

And now I'm screaming bloody murder, as my tempature begins to drop

And my life is going numb, as my hearts about to stop

Table by the Mentors!

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