04-19-2009, 11:38 AM
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While he recognized the unspoken need for respect, the dire issue at hand, the Aquila’s mind was not near the situation. He was buried deep in the need for blood, as he had been taught to do. His muzzle crinkled, revealing ivory teeth. There would be nothing greater then to rend the silver-gray coyote (no, a voice that was not unfamiliar to his mother’s whispered, wolf) then and there and be done with it. All that stood in his way was this crippled Cyclops, an obstacle he could cut down with little effort. That was all that stood in his way.
He made as if to move when Iskata’s body flashed through his mind, and reason grappled hold of the hybrid. The snarl on his face melted, though he could not hide the tension lace in his body, nor the fire in his eyes. That, perhaps, he would be forever unable to contain. Quickly, and by all means deliberately, a mask of emptiness washed over his face. “I just can’t have this happening, Jefferson,” he said slowly, as if fighting to control his tone.
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While he recognized the unspoken need for respect, the dire issue at hand, the Aquila’s mind was not near the situation. He was buried deep in the need for blood, as he had been taught to do. His muzzle crinkled, revealing ivory teeth. There would be nothing greater then to rend the silver-gray coyote (no, a voice that was not unfamiliar to his mother’s whispered, wolf) then and there and be done with it. All that stood in his way was this crippled Cyclops, an obstacle he could cut down with little effort. That was all that stood in his way.
He made as if to move when Iskata’s body flashed through his mind, and reason grappled hold of the hybrid. The snarl on his face melted, though he could not hide the tension lace in his body, nor the fire in his eyes. That, perhaps, he would be forever unable to contain. Quickly, and by all means deliberately, a mask of emptiness washed over his face. “I just can’t have this happening, Jefferson,” he said slowly, as if fighting to control his tone.