Post by Angel on Oct 17, 2012 23:25:08 GMT -5
Firey anger rushed through the white female’s veins, the fury threatening to make her explode. She felt like killing today; shredding someone apart with her powerful jaws just like she had done to that loner who had strayed into Acerbus. Acerbus. The place she was confined to, trapped as a subordinate of the Descai pack. Well this Angel knew no boundaries – she could go anywhere she damned well pleased.
The midday sun of the Occasus beat relentlessly down on her fluffy white fur, churning her anger even further. She was panting in the sweltering heat, dry tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. Why did it have to be so damn hot? Why couldn’t the sun just go crawl in a hole and die? It was completely useless in her opinion – cold darkness was far better. Really the problem was that she was a tundra wolf and she didn’t belong in the desert, but Pievunt-An had seemed to draw her here today and she couldn’t resist the pull. So now here she was standing on the crater rim staring down into the bubbling caldera with blazing defiant blue eyes, daring it to fight her.
She didn’t care about the danger she was in, being on a volcano that was threatening to erupt. No, she could take on anything today – nothing could scare her. She was invincible and she would show everyone that she was the most powerful wolf on Anikira; they would all beg for mercy at her paws. Until she fell asleep, that was. The white femme snarled savagely and slashed out with one paw at the ashy black ground, feeling a burst of triumph as her claws ripped into the soft earth. The normal Angel was so weak and stupid – she didn’t know how they could possibly be the same wolf. When she was in a rage she was so much better; her mind was free to dream up vicious schemes of murder and it was the only time she felt truly alive, stronger than anyone, an efficient killer.
The volcano rumbled ominously again beneath her paws, letting off a thick grey cloud of smoke, and Angel growled as it swept over her, the dust particles dirtying her pure white fur. Pievunt-An reflected her almost perfectly, as if they were kindred spirits. Like the wolf, the volcano’s anger usually lay dormant, hidden deep inside underneath a calm exterior. Today, however, they were both free to do what they wanted and right now they wanted to destroy everything around them. But they couldn’t fight each other – the volcano didn’t have blood to spill or a heart that she could rip from its chest. If only there was a wolf up here who she could take her anger out on. A death match, yes. A death match was what she needed.
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