08-19-2011, 03:35 PM
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Last night was a blur that the dark wolf had desperately wished was a nightmare. Unfortunately, he had to face the fact that life had taken a severe turn for the worse for his family and pack. He had just managed to save his sister by taking out one of the canoes, but the wound on his shoulder was sore and fresh. Someone would pay for this, and while he was a boy who had become gentle in these past few months, a very real beast lingered inside of his body. Blue eyes, a deeper shade than usual due to the hatred burning in them, glared out at the treeline before him.[/html]
Huge in his Optime form, Gotham took up point beside his mother. If anyone tried to touch her the boy would see to it that they felt the true fury of the Marino/Sadria line. It was Savina, without a doubt, that had given him this monster; Gotham was, however, well controlled (for the time being). His tousled hair remained undone, his body stiff and unwelcoming. The air here rang of treachery and it made his skin crawl.