[M] The truth of rage

Saxif Goldenfeather · 07-22-2011, 12:41 PM

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Saxif knew the den was near; his scent was becoming much more apparent. She cared not for stealth this was a straight on challenge from the female. She watched as he had become aware of her presence his form matching that of her own. A quick almost menacing grin broke as he barked his displeasure of her trespass. She ignored the question and slowly brought herself in greater view. She had no desire for formality that usually came so easily to the huntress. All she knew was this could be him, if it is he will suffer. When she stopped that is when her interrogation began. Do you know the pack of AniWaya? She kept full eye contact with the male, her golden eyes glinting with an anger very much foreign to the girl. She was someone different now, someone who had questions that desperately needed to be answered. Saxif in that moment was a wolf seemingly possessed by an evil spirit overflowing with hate.

She started the slow circle around the male as she uttered her second question, his displeasure quite apparent. This seemed to bring joy to the huntress. Are you familiar with name Shiloh? She knew now by the look on his face that regardless of whether or not he answered her they would fight. Her raised tail slightly wagged at the prospect of battle. Her prey had always been just that, prey. They each had their defenses but each was predictable and has their ways to put themselves toward death. But a wolf was new territory, a predator, unpredictable and with out complete fear. You raped her, didn’t you? Didn’t you?! She bared her teeth as she growled the last question. She knew it would happen soon; her body stopped and tensed her muscles bulking in preparation of the first strike.

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