[html] http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... -table.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat;">Mind if we backtrack this like two-three days till before our dahlia/inferni raid?  oh and is "threateningly" even a word? >>
love your avvie btw
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The other remained calm as the femme dropped about as low as she could in her two legged form, raising her already arched neck, fur on edge. Her arms were at her sides, elbows slightly bent so her shoulders appeared larger than they were, and standing with her legs separated for balance. Despite her small size for a wolf, she was still larger than him, and heavier. It could prove fatal - to him. She was naked, compared to him, but in a fight all that clothing would just mean that Mew had something really easy to hold on to while she ripped his throat out. The thought of it sent her mind - albeit briefly - onto pleased thoughts where the rage inside her would turn quiet in satisfaction.
The place didn't belong to anyone? Of course it wasn't claimed, did it smell like a pack area to him? The fool, to try and trick her with some petty excuse. He didn't smell of Inferni though, or perhaps he did. She was in a state where she wasn't sure whether she could differ between the Inferni smell and the smell of a coyote. They were all the same.. Filth! Half-crazed, violent, tainted beings invading the lives and lands of more peaceful creatures. And he thought he could mask his scent under that fancy clothing, did he? She knew why he was here, wasn't it obvious? "Don't try to be smart with me, filth! We both know why you're here, little spy..." She was taunting him, walking slowly, threateningly around him, stepping sideways with her arms ready to grab him. Normally she cut her nails so she could play the guitar, but the past week she'd forgotten it, and her claws were long and sharp. Came in handy to neglect grooming every once in a while, it seemed. Perhaps they would finally take their pack seriously once she made sure that their spy would go missing? Oh how she would enjoy that. The taste of blood in her mouth to make up for what she had lost, to repay them for the favor they had done her. It wasn't exactly Asphyxia, but this guy would do. Her emerald eyes met his steady gaze as she spoke, no fear for whatever he might do or say. She was driven by a more powerful force than sheer blood lust. They would pay for her children's sake.
The words that formed the threat came out of her mouth as naturally as any other word, and while she would have been surprised and perhaps even disgusted at herself for such intolerance only months before, she now felt a little tingle of glee in her brain. He would leave, or die. She relished the thought. "...and if you refuse to leave my pack alone, then I will make sure you don't get to see your little Inferni friends again at all". Her face was a mix of pleasure and disgust, and she was so angry that spit threatened to enter the scene and blur her speech. It didn't, though, but it proved exactly how close to the edge of going mental on this creature she was. She smiled then, as she finished her sentence, still circling, tail moving slowly from side to side as if it was taunting the coyote male without words.
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