Post by wrath on Oct 5, 2009 21:20:25 GMT -5
(Continuation from Grabbing the Bull by the Horns.)
A misshapen figure trotted nonchalantly through the plains. The fall chill was already killing off the pretty and nice smelling flowers that populated the meadows during the spring and summer. Wrath paused for a moment, laying her well won prize upon the ground and licking her blackened lips. The dried blood was no where near as sweet as it had been when it was fresh. Thinking back, a shudder of pleasant memories flooded the femme’s mind. Sneering, Wrath’s mind flickered to even pleasanter thoughts; the looks on all the bloody brute’s faces when she brought in the head of an Alpha practically on a silver platter. Smug, the she wolf took up her prize once more and headed out. The small shapes of the brutes could be made out. Well, it was most of the figures she had… become acquaintances with. Ardemu was certainly down there, that she could tell. Sloth was missing, the hulking figure he was. Astar didn’t seem to be around (much to Wrath’s displeasure and pleasure). On the plus, she didn’t have to deal with the bitch. On the flip side, Wrath would miss her shocked and admiring gaze as the Red brought in the Alpha’s head.
Grunting, Wrath continued on her way. As she chanced closer upon the smaller group, she could make out the demented form of Rapture, the disgusting. There was also another shape, a white one. This one was new and unfamiliar. Hope that brute is better than the lot of ‘em. I won’t be able to handle another idiot. Time passed and Wrath appeared before Ardemu with the smuggest smirk upon her muzzle. “There All Mighty Ardemu. I’ve brought you a prize, the head of the Alpha of Aldgar. You doubted me like a fool. The lot of you underestimated me, but this proves my worth. I am just as good as you, if not better.” Darkly, Wrath lowered her head until her eyes flashed in an angered manner. A silent snarled formed upon her lip which curled back over her teeth. Wrath made it painstakingly clear that she meant business.
Warningly, Wrath threw Rapture a dirty look daring him to cross her. He already had one strike against him. He had two left. That out of the way, Wrath’s grey optics focused on the newest brute. Looking him up and down, Wrath found him not very interesting. She turned her cranium back to Ardemu to see what he had to say about the whole matter. If the brute didn’t give her the praise she deserved, she would do to him exactly what she did to Xin. She could take him. Wrath was almost invincible. Just add a little anger in the mix and you had a very powerful concoction of immeasurable power that nothing could copy or even compete against. Wrath… was Wrath.