Post by rapture on Jun 10, 2009 14:17:44 GMT -5
So, the new guy second in command? This slightly irritated Rapture. For one, now he was going to bossed around by two younger wolves. Just for his mere size and whack job personality, he'd be placed at the bottom of the ranks? Other than the female perhaps. She was just a toy for the males, which Rapture approved of. Wrath seemed to be alright with that idea. A sneering grin painted his face as filthy whore ran through his mind. Which he had no problem with.
On the other hand, Sloth seemed to be most unresponsive to the situation. For one, he didn't seem very interested, he made it very clear. Rapture's muscles tensed and shook as he waited for someone to make a mistake to end their life. Bunch of adolescent fools, We'll see who is top dog. His gaze fell upon Atreyu, who automatically declined Ardemu's offer. The Mexican brute chuckled and began to pace back and fourth. Focusing his orange orbs and targeting Atreyu. Oh how bad he wanted a second chance to take the black brute down. Though most obviously Atreyu was outnumbered now, Ardemu made it perfectly clear that it would be a mistake to decline the offer.
As the new brute made a remark towards the ebony wolf, Rapture's eager pace quickened as he waited to attack. The searing pain in his forelimbs created a noticeable limb in his stride. Ears were erect and facing forward, tail stretched high with authority and determination. But he wasn't alone. The hierarchy here was definitely not Rapture. It was Ardemu and they new guy, but that wouldn't stop Rapture from attacking whoever he wanted to. The Mexican paced over to the red female, hoping to ease his fighting tension. He circled her, mimicking the event with Denali not to long ago, burying his nose into her neck to memorize the scent. "Hey there toots, mind cleaning up my dirty side?" Rapture cackled loudly as his own crude humor seemed to amuse him greatly. The brute sat down next to Wrath then shot a quick glance at the other wolves to make sure he wouldn't miss anything exciting.
On the other hand, Sloth seemed to be most unresponsive to the situation. For one, he didn't seem very interested, he made it very clear. Rapture's muscles tensed and shook as he waited for someone to make a mistake to end their life. Bunch of adolescent fools, We'll see who is top dog. His gaze fell upon Atreyu, who automatically declined Ardemu's offer. The Mexican brute chuckled and began to pace back and fourth. Focusing his orange orbs and targeting Atreyu. Oh how bad he wanted a second chance to take the black brute down. Though most obviously Atreyu was outnumbered now, Ardemu made it perfectly clear that it would be a mistake to decline the offer.
As the new brute made a remark towards the ebony wolf, Rapture's eager pace quickened as he waited to attack. The searing pain in his forelimbs created a noticeable limb in his stride. Ears were erect and facing forward, tail stretched high with authority and determination. But he wasn't alone. The hierarchy here was definitely not Rapture. It was Ardemu and they new guy, but that wouldn't stop Rapture from attacking whoever he wanted to. The Mexican paced over to the red female, hoping to ease his fighting tension. He circled her, mimicking the event with Denali not to long ago, burying his nose into her neck to memorize the scent. "Hey there toots, mind cleaning up my dirty side?" Rapture cackled loudly as his own crude humor seemed to amuse him greatly. The brute sat down next to Wrath then shot a quick glance at the other wolves to make sure he wouldn't miss anything exciting.