WC:634
Fire in all right was a very powerful tool. It had many effects on beings, some it could create a lust for another being, for another it could just be a simple as a tool for relaxation. For Rojo De’ Kamikaze it was more of a power statement, he who ruled the fire, and controlled the fire, was the one that had the power. Granted it was far easier to set the pack on fire then to flood it. They really where the perfect pack lands for anyone to live in, lush green grass, as far as the eyes could see, and flowers all over. It really was the pack that everyone would have loved to have, it was living in a nice equal balance between the green lives and the bleeding lives. Rojo would have loved to stay in the land and really been a part of such a great and wonderful pack, but they hated him too much, they looked down at him too much. All of this bad feelings so much for so long made the male snap and now standing in front of the she wolf, of the pure of heart, pure of mind, and pure of coat. She was almost a mocking image of the De’Kamikaze male’s own sweet blessed mother, whom was surely dead by now.
He did not care what her mouth showed, her body submitted to him, and soon the mind would give in to the powers that he was able to control. She would fall down in front of him, and say she would do whatever he wanted. He would have her life in his grasp. The male looked at her with his acid green eyes that where full of rage. She might have had the guts to say it to his face, but the male knew that she was scared out of her mind of the things like him that went bump in the night and preyed upon the weaker beings like her in order to move on in life.
Watching her run he waited before lifting his maw back into the sky nearly bringing his head back to his shoulders as he sung to the earth’s sky. He had in all rights claimed his first prisoner, she would pay her dues and even though that price for the dues was her life or something close to value in it, and he would have her as his call.
This male watched her run, run as fast as her thick white legs would carry her, the male knew that she was running to tell the pack that Romeo really was not the sweet talking passive coyote that he came off to be, he was cold and heart less and should not be trusted. All of this he could live with, he would live with this and laugh like the foolish asshole that he was. Romeo was not Romeo, it was a name a stupid name that he made up just too unsure that there was no way to trace all of this back to him. Watching the figure growing smaller and smaller he shook his head. ”Run child….Tell them of the horrible things that Romeo done to you, tell them how that as long as there was a wolf left to walk, talk, breed, and dirty up the blood lines of the coyotes that they were going to die. “ He laughed, so hard thinking of how he for one did not bring any harm to her stupid little pack while he was there, though if she put his mission in danger he would seek her out and he would kill her. No more game, no more playing pet and pet’s owner. It would be death, a quick but never the less a painful death.