OOC: PP allowed for rest of the thread
stupid shaw is stupid. Before Shawchert could think of and get the chance to attack because his efforts of retreat were fruitless, he was knocked down by the golden male she had with her. The man was strong and if Shaw’s energy hadn’t gone from fighting and trying to run and get from the rope he would have thrown the man, or done a good job finding a spot to bite or kick or scratch, but now, he was pinned to where he couldn’t move. He made to attack her as she spoke of his daughter and her pack, he had a burst of energy at the thought of what the woman would do to his daughter. Anger shown in his eyes, but he was held fast and hard by the other man.
His head was held fast and tight and his jaws clamped together. He watched as the woman took out a ring, and then came to him with it and a knife. When she pushed the knife through his nose, he let out a loud yelp trying to pull away, but all his energy was drained. Before he could move away she muzzled hime with the rope. He growled, letting her know his distaste for her, and that he wasn’t going to give up, not without a fight, not while he had any strength, though he was afraid of dying, he was sure that it was better than what she might do if he let her take him. She was pure evil, not as bad as Argul, who had played with Orin and Shawchert with his own pup, who could only sit in the shadows watching the scene helpless and quiet. He made no action to encourage shaw, but none to tell him this was what he needed. Shaw already knew he deserved it, but that wasn’t going to make him stop without a fight. He spoke profanities, though it was muffled from the makeshift muzzle. He still had his voice, and he would do his best to make that known.
He growled at the name she had given him “Goliath,” it was pathetic. He glared at her, he would vow to never forget his name. His true name. Shawchert Menue, he was born to an alpha he had been an alpha and one of his children was an alpha and he would continue to tell himself this, though he dug his feet into the ground. He wasn’t moving. She would have to drag him or kill him. Either way he wouldn’t budge from this spot.
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