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Current Objective: Torturing. ---
Form:Lupus----
Mood: neutral----
OOC:
Ah well he hadn’t quite expected her to jump into this with gusto. She needed reasoning. “ Truthof the matter is he and his family have been hurting ours….those winter stocks we have, they aren’t enough to feed two packs X’yrin. As things stand we’ve barely got enough now to keep us going…with them leeching off what we already have and hunting the game that hasn’t gone into hibernation….”. In the end the answer was clear in front of them. This land wasn’t big enough for two packs, and the Nomads were the clearly superior bunch. Because of that the dogs had latched on like fleas, parasites. They had to be gotten rid of.
” We are going to starve if this other pack isn’t found and dealt with Xyrin….I need you to do this….the pack…needs us to do this…..we get our hands dirty…so they can eat this winter”.
Ultimately this wasn’t a game of choice, it was do or die. And whilst he considered that X’y was sometimes a gentle soul hee knew that like him her training and instinct as a guardian of the pack would kick in the moment she heard they were in danger. This time though it was less fear of that enemy keeping her back and more fear of herself. The enemy before her wasn’t capable of fighting back. The pain that she caused was not going to be the wounds of self defense. They were going to be offensive, they were going to be torturous. Even if this was against her nature, against her training.
…..the family came first
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