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That’s cool~ Do you think that it would be somehow possible for Corvus to just walk away? He’s not really the running type >__>
The black orbs regarded the thing that had passed by, considering it as one might consider a rock. It was interesting how these parasites mixed blood, mixing dog with coyote with wolf. It was repulsive, the purity of the wolf distorted. And this dog thing did not even resemble the son that had been spawned, the more coyote-like thing. As the dog growled, the crow wolf simple sneered, the pied hackles rising in that primeval response, that wordless language from which he had been wrought. The stance of the crow wolf shifted. The thing was not worth his time, but he was merciful upon that day. Perhaps he should give this thing the attention it so desired. And when he was done.... Well, the time had not yet come to consider what should be done. The emotionless façade merely turned to face the slightly smaller secui, those fathomless orbs sinister and mocking.
There was only anger motivating that dog thing, and every attack that was made was given away by the preparations of the body. Even now, the dog thing’s body prepared to leap, the four legs pressing into the earth. The leap that was made was executed with surprising speed, but the pied Korean was accustom to such things. As before, the brute simply stepped aside—the thing would be unable to follow him while he was in the air. Lifting himself up upon his hind legs as he moved aside, moving with timed precision, the pied brute sought to bring his forepaws down upon the other’s back, to crush him beneath him just as he had done with the son. But there would be no Cwmfen to spare him this time, no life to be gifted. There was only two males, one who made a challenge and the other who believed the challenge beneath him.