08-09-2012, 03:49 PM
He pulled his fist back, looking at it. There were callouses across his knuckles from the strikes he had sent out. The coyote was a fighter, scrapping away at first when he fought alone, then trained and refined to control his violent nature. There wasn't any blood from his strike, one of many others similar to it that had toughened his skin. Grumbling he relaxed his fist and thought about what he might want to do for the next while. He couldn't go too far. Hunting? No, there was plenty of food. Training? Not without wanting to kill someone.
The slave was still mulling through it when a voice caught his attention. Tensing he looked over his shoulder. Just perfect. The one hybrid he wanted to avoid, and she comes over to talk to him. What was he doing? He was just trying to figure that out, and decide on that. He didn't have an answer for her yet. Shrugging he turned around the rest of the way, leaning against the tree he'd hit. Measuring her appearance Raoth managed to not bear his teeth. Easy to see why Aro liked her. She had a strong lean frame, similar to his in how they were built. Shaking his head he looked off. There was nothing he wanted to discuss with her.
The slave was still mulling through it when a voice caught his attention. Tensing he looked over his shoulder. Just perfect. The one hybrid he wanted to avoid, and she comes over to talk to him. What was he doing? He was just trying to figure that out, and decide on that. He didn't have an answer for her yet. Shrugging he turned around the rest of the way, leaning against the tree he'd hit. Measuring her appearance Raoth managed to not bear his teeth. Easy to see why Aro liked her. She had a strong lean frame, similar to his in how they were built. Shaking his head he looked off. There was nothing he wanted to discuss with her.