06-03-2010, 03:10 AM
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He noticed the creature's side-step a little too slow, and his momentum was too much to stop. But King knew how to handle his body, and so as he passed the pitch-furred canine he dug his claws in, making a swift U-turn so that he was facing the intruder. He did not launch into another attack, however; his cunning was at work, luminous eyes studying every movement that the other youth made. But there wasn't much to see—the weird thing with the red, bloody-looking markings beneath his eyes was standing still, speaking. King couldn't really hear at first, because he was prickling like a porcupine and growling as fiercely as any fledgling demon should, and out of unexpected curiosity he quieted himself, just to hear what the thing had to say to defend itself.
His tone was curious, broken-sounding—he had never heard the lack of emotion that the creature had. Well, it didn't really matter how he sounded or how he acted; it did not change the fact that he was here and he was not supposed to. "I don't care that you aren't in another pack or you aren't a spy," the young tyrant snarled, taking an aggressive step toward the stranger. "There are other things you aren't—you aren't a wolf and you aren't a member of Dahlia de Mai. And there's one thing you are—on my lands." He took another step, his fur standing on end again and his teeth flashing as his lips pulled backward. Unless this creature had anything more to say to stop him, King was little less than a loaded gun.