Shark's teeth
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[/html]Vindicate hadn't done much with his time in Inferni yet. Which was not to say that he did not have plans or aspirations to do things. He was just far too lazy to get them done. War was brewing. He could taste it on his tongue, in his bones, thrumming through his bloodstream. There would be bloodshed and mayhem and he would enjoy it greatly, when it came. Crunching the bones of wolves between his teeth, savoring the taste of victory. He assumed a victory, because he was arrogant in his own way, and confident in his youth. And in the stupidity of full-blooded wolves.

The boy crouched, his tail brushing the ground as he stared with an interested gaze at a rabbit that was happily eating nearby. In a quadroped form he would have felt more comfortable in attacking, hunting, feasting. But his Optime form was not made for such things. Briefly, he contemplated shifting, but it made no sense to do so. He wouldn't even be changed before the rabbit was gone, and besides, it was a tiring process. Instead, he lifted a rock, and threw it. Right at the rabbit's head.

Of course the rabbit caught on before it hit her, and ran, bolting and darting in the zigzag fashion that they were so accustomed to. Away from him. Not that he could blame her. He would run from him too.
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I hope you don't mind Myrtle joining. He is pretending he is a member of Inferni, either Sébastien Bettong Quoll or himself. XD

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There were many things in this world that confused Myrtle. He could have easily made a list, but he knew it would be quite long and take a lot of work to compile. Myrtle did not necessarily have the time to compose such a list, but perhaps he begin with the current situation. A coyote had just thrown a rock at a rabbit. Myrtle may have been from other parts, but he knew that you were not supposed to throw rocks at your prey; it was just plain foolish.


"What a zeely theeng to do," Myrtle commented unnecessarily. Although the Infernian had not asked him for his opinion, he felt as though he should offer the boy some assistance nonetheless. Although the other coyote looked as though he was older than Myrtle, Myrtle still felt like he should be the one acting like an adult in this situation. After all, what kind of real adult would do that? Throw a rock at a rabbit? Now that was just foolish, and Myrtle had to set this boy straight.


Myrtle trotted over to where the boy was, intent on offering him some good advice to help him out. "You know, tere i' a war go-eeng on right naow. 'Ave you fought for Eenfeernay yet? Tere are lawts tresspass'rs 'ere! 'ou should watch out!" Myrtle said affirmatively, hoping this coyote would understand him. That last coyote had been a right fool, and had had a very tough time figuring out what he was saying (even though Myrtle had been practising his English a lot!)



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