Final Moments of Peace;; OPEN

[Theyr'Wolfe]

Enough time had passed without Samuel revealing himself, and this only inconvenienced Theyr’Wolfe further. Food needed to be collected, and though it wasn’t unlikely that the others could gather an acceptable around, the wolfdog knew that he was needed to contribute as well. With a heavy sigh mixed with the hint of growling, Theyr’Wolfe stood once more and continued onward with his search. His claws clicked against the metal as he searched the upper levels and against the concrete as he searched the lower floor. A small pool was located in the rear of the building, filled with a disgusting green liquid and various insects larvae scuttling about inside. Theyr’Wolfe gagged at the site.

He continued, taking but one other glance at the filthy water and began to traverse the lower level of the building. The offices, what was once a buffet, a strange room filled with the most bizarre equipment; this complex had quite the variety of sights. After a few minutes of searching, the canine could no longer keep his irritation bundled up. He raised his head and let out a loud bark, his voice echoing dangerously off of the cracked plaster walls, ”Get. Out. Now!”

Ooc:// Sorry, I would have had him find you all, but I’m not sure where you guys are hiding. >.> I Know the post is shitty; I’ll make up for it next time.

[Samuel]

Several minutes had past, seeming like hours under the heat. Where is he? Samuel thought to himself as he panted. His shuddering just made him feel hotter and hotter, as well as his long coat, he may as well be on the verge of passing out. Feeling somewhat dizzy, he laid himself down, the hot asphalt heating him even more. He looked over where he was once hiding, noticing the females cerulean eyes watching as she hid in the looming shade. Samuel could not understand what was going on.

Samuel could almost hear claws clicking from inside the building nearby, they seemed to echo menacingly, mockingly. He knew Theyr'Wolfe might as well be in there, but he would not pick himself up. He was paralyzed in the fear and suspense. Pathetic was a simple way to describe this. Soon, Samuel began to imagine what Theyr'Wolfe would do. He imagined Theyr'Wolfe looming over him with fiery eyes before sinking his teeth into the remains of his ear and violently shaking him until it ripped off. The thought frightened him even more; however, he could not help but realize how the blood may cool him down.

”Get. Out. Now!” Samuel whined as the sharp echo rang in his ears. The whimper may have traveled into the building as well. Samuel picked himself up, letting himself awkwardly stand in the middle on the concrete lot in front of the building. He seemed less hot being spread out like he was. As he stood, he would wait for the impending hell that would fall upon him.

OOC: Samuel was not hallucinating, he was imagining on purpose.
I used to be able to squeeze out 600 word posts. WTF HAPPENED.
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[Fauna]

frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead

Fauna


Fauna was still grinning as the wolfdog got in her face. The black portions of her fur we baking in the heat, but she was too preoccupied to notice it, and was unaffected for now. The dog seemed to be getting more and more pissed off by the second. It was only a conviniance that he was too busy insulting her to launch an attack. In the back of her mind, she was surprised that he hadn't yet, the way she was mocking him, her bad temperment glowing.

Raising her head as high as she could, she took a step back, he grin morphing into a frown as she attempted to look down on him. It was hard, though, as they were of equal height. She ignored his last statement, dismissing it with a scoff as she lowered her tilted black muzzle to equal height with They'r'wolf's. Her sickle tail began to tip back and forth as she narrowed her eyes skeptically. "What kind of offer?" she growled, her head turning to the left slightly.

She didn't trust the other dog much. She had to at least hear what he had to offer, maybe it would strike her insterest, though she wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He seemed pretty unpredictable.

((Bleh, meh muse sucks. :P))

(Lyrics by Evanescence)

[Theyr'Wolfe]

Silence. Only more silence. Samuel would certainly be punished for such defiance, and if he were lucky, Theyr’Wolfe wouldn’t be the one to deliver it. No, Theyr’Wolfe was, surprisingly, too tired to punish Samuel, and though he would enjoy doing it, he would currently rather pass the chore on to someone else. However, Theyr’Wolfe could force Samuel to hunt for his own food, prohibiting him from sharing the whole rations at the end of the day, but alas, that would barely be a sufficient punishment.

Wait. Was that…was that a howl? Yes, it was, but certainly not from Samuel. It rang through the wolfdog’s ears as familiar, almost as his own. There was another Czechoslovakian around, or at least a character with said lineage. Theyr’Wolfe could appreciate the dominance within the howl, the air of significance that rang through the area as the sound jumped from one wall to the next. Respectable, to say the least, though obviously inferior.

The animal followed the howl, his head held high, and his legs making long and powerful strides. For a moment, he was happy just to display his brilliance to another, the loss of Samuel temporarily not an issue. He made his way from the lobby, through the broken entrance, and to the main entryway yard where… Samuel was sitting. Waiting. The sense of pride quickly disappeared, replaced with anger and irritation.

”Tiny…” he said, quickening his pace as he walked towards him, “I’m sure you know that you’re in trouble, eh?”

[Samuel]

Suddenly, a howl caught Samuel's attention. It came from Fauna. His eyes dilated and he almost felt himself pass out. Unfortunately, he did not. She is going to draw him directly to me! he thought to himself in a panic. He knew Theyr'Wolfe was at bay, so he would be here very soon. The moment was suspenseful and it was almost ripping at any comfortable fiber of Samuel's being apart.

”Tiny…” Samuel turned to find Theyr'Wolfe, approaching him quicker and quicker, seeming very irritated, obviously at Samuel himself. “I’m sure you know that you’re in trouble, eh?” Samuel is going to get what is coming to him now. His ears laid back and his shudders strengthened. He could only get himself to nod in response to Theyr'Wolfe. Samuel glanced over discreetly at Fauna, wondering if any confusion had been stirred from himself being called Tiny. It was nothing more than a pet name that Theyr'Wolfe picked and Samuel had no choice to accept.

The suspense was destroying Samuel, he was waiting for something to happen, for Theyr'Wolfe to release his pent up rage and impatience all over him. He wanted it to begin now so it could end sooner. There seemed to be nothing else to curb the suspense, either Fauna may act or Theyr'Wolfe will attack. Either way, there is no predictable end.

Terribly sorry about this post,
My muse died after I crapped
Out this giant post in this
Other thread... :/
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[Fauna]

frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead

Fauna


Fauna's howl had drawn out Samuel's captor, as she had tried for. He was bold; a purebred Czech. She was part wolfdog herself, along with several other breeds. As he approached Sam, she glared at him from the shadows. As he passed, he seemed not to notice her. He stood over Samuel dominantly. She scoffed silently to herself at his cruel yet meaningful words to the collie.

Irritably, she rose to her paws. She wasn't to thrilled about it, but she ventured out of the shade and into the heat, the sun nearly burning her whole coat black. She was somewhat weak from the heat in her old age, but she was still an able fighter like she used to be. Being born and raised in a puppy mill had carved her out, lean and muscular in her young days. She lifted her massive skull proudly and walked calmly out into the open. Her narrowed blue eyes stared directly at Theyr'wolf. "In trouble for what?"

((IDEA ALERT: What if Fauna attacked Theyr'wolf, and he injured her, and then took her as a prisoner? ;D))

(Lyrics by Evanescence)

[Theyr'Wolfe]

He stared down upon the smaller dog, cowering in the dirt, shaking, ears held back. A sneer crossed the wolfdog’s face as he glared at the lower canine below him. Yes, yes, Tiny was in quite a bit of trouble, and that familiar rush Theyr’Wolfe received from putting down others was surging through him once again; that feeling of dominance, of control. The world was his! However, at this moment, all he needed was Samuel. This tiny runt who ever-so-willfully decided to defy his words, and then whimper and cower when called out on it. The dog was pitiful, and Theyr’Wolfe would soak up any opportunity to exploit that.

”Don’t look at me with such a vacant expression, Tiny,” Theyr’Wolfe cackled, ”You knew damn well what would happen if you ran off. He leaned his head down and tilted his ear towards Samuel, cocking his eyebrows, ”Now tell me: what is it you did that you knew you shouldn’t?” The words rolled off of his tongue in a disgustingly beautiful tone. An intoxicating yet mischevious and dastardly demeanor floated about him, and his dominance was unquestionable – No! godly, in the sense that it was not to be challenged.

”Honestly, I don’t want to have to tear your other ear as well…” A heavy and partially maniacal laugh followed the statement, which was of course a lie. He didn’t want to tear the ear that much…though he certainly wouldn’t mind doing so at all. He smiled, showing off those sharp, yellow-tinted teeth that Samuel knew all too well, ”now, we need to – “

”In trouble for what?”

Who in the fuck just interrupted me? Of all things, that was the thought that first ran through Theyr’Wolfe’s head. Not who it was, not if they were a threat (because, of course, they weren’t), but who dared to cut him off while he was speaking. He turned, rather angry, and looked at this dog, of whom he had not noticed earlier, as he was too preoccupied taunting Tiny. But, ah! this was the one who had howled; Theyr’Wolfe was quick to identify the Czechoslovakian Wolfdog similarities. As he had suspected, he was obviously superior, but that didn’t make her stand out any less.

However, the manner in which she was looking at him: her head held high, her eyes narrowed and sharp, that really put Theyr’Wolfe off. No one, absolutely no one, ever looked at him with such a lowly expression. In retaliation, he raised his head to an equal height (knowing that he could later raise it higher) and mimicked the look, ”I don’t believe this is any business of yours, is it bitch?”

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ooc:// w00t! First "back-in-roleplaying" post of the rp!

And shit's going down ^^

And we'll see how stuff goes Mumble. Maybe Fauna will be the newest addition to the Discard Pile :3

[Samuel]

”Don’t look at me with such a vacant expression, Tiny,” cackled the beast. Samuel tried to shape up his appearance the best he could. Still pitiful, but certainly less. ”You knew damn well what would happen if you ran off." Samuel could tell by Theyr'Wolfe's expression that he would surely toy with him.

”Now tell me: what is it you did that you knew you shouldn’t?” It seemed obvious Theyr'Wolfe was trying to humiliate Samuel like a parent speaking to its brat. It was almost working. "Leaving the casino," he said not-so-typically. It was almost as if Samuel was on a string danging above Theyr'Wolfe's gaping jaws. ”Honestly, I don’t want to have to tear your other ear as well…” Theyr'Wolfe's laughing seemed more intimidating than ever. His toothy smile made Samuel flinch. He knew those unforgiving teeth all too well.

Oh how Theyr'Wolfe loved to toy with this poor boy.

”now, we need to – “ Theyr'Wolfe was cut off, by Fauna!
”In trouble for what?”

What was she doing?! Samuel thought desperately. He could only watch what goes between the two, intervening could cost him his other ear. Samuel seemed to notice the similarities between the two -- they must be similarly bred. Theyr'Wolfe mimicked Fauna's stance as she approached. They almost look identical.

”I don’t believe this is any business of yours, is it bitch?” Samuel flinched as this was said. It was always very awkward being the bystander in the situation, but Samuel did not have the choice of leaving. Absolutely not.

I have yet to get back into my normal posts with Sammy boy. xD[/size]

[Fauna]

frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead

Fauna


Fauna wasn't very intimidated by the thug's equal stance. They were of equal height, although to her, it seemed as if the other wolf dog was simply getting cocky. She tipped her head with a slight 'as a matter of fact' gesture before she spoke. "It seems not, though here I am," she snorted, her eyes narrowing even further for a moment.

Her sickle tail lashed once and her ears twitched. "I would appreciate it if you would wipe that look off your face and answer my question," she growled, baring her teeth slightly. She was well used to being challenged from her younger years, fighting off other starving dogs just to stay alive, and it wasn't much different from her situation in the real world; where she thought she would be able to get away from the insanity someday. Sadly enough, once she finally got out, it wasn't worth it. They world had begun it's free fall and it wasn't worth getting out to anymore. She spoke for every starving bitch and sucker in that place.

She didn't doubt her abilities even at her growing age, and she didn't seem to notice how much her age had affected her physically. She wasn't the oldest dog on the block, but she was a hell of a lot closer to it than most dogs.

(Lyrics by Evanescence)

[Theyr'Wolfe]

Samuel was adorably pathetic. Theyr'Wolfe couldn't help but find the creature cute as he wallowed in his own fear. The feeling of being feared, respected, obeyed; all of this was absolutely wonderful, and it let the smile on Theyr'Wolfe's maw grow even larger. Samuel was nervous, frightened, and the way he looked at the newcomer only alerted Theyr'Wolfe further that this bitch had no idea what she was doing. Should Samuel have had looked confident, that could have given the wolfdog reason to worry, but such was not the case.

The answer came from Samuel in a hysterical manner. False confidence coated the words, but that oh-so-familiar, fearful breaking of the words was still evident. It was adorable, "Yes Tiny, that's it, mate. And now I know that you knew what you were doin' wrong. That's'n extra day without rations, I'm sure you know, eh?" Theyr'Wolfe laughed his inhumane laugh and made a mock lunge towards Samuel, teeth barred, fur on edge. He simply cackled once more once he'd finished, and turned back to Fauna, his demeanor returning to the seriousness required.

She obviously was not nearly as amused as he was, but that hardly swayed Theyr'Wolfe. If anything it would make the conversation more fun. When she spoke the words, "It seems not, though here I am", Theyr'Wolfe knew that it was a retaliation meant to state that she would not be leaving. However, his pride and arrogance allowed him to twist the sentence to fit his side much better, "Ah, so you know it's not your business then?" It wasn't a winning response, but it was not a losing one either.

She mimicked his stance, his look, she even barred her teeth, and then had the audacity to call him smug. Theyr'Wolfe growled, "Call me smug all you want, mate, but this dog here - " he glared at Samuel, " - is property of the Gilded Hearts. This means your interfering could lead to your being hated and hunted by a full pack on my word." The wolfdog sneered, pleased with his words. He knew that he didn't control the pack as that was the right only of Bane; that was a complete falsehood. However, this one didn't know that , and so help Samuel if he brought it up, "Still confident, are we?"

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ooc:// Yay! Conflict! Maybe Theyr'Wolfe could offer Fauna a pack position? Rather than injuring and capturing her as you suggested?

[Samuel]

This is not going to turn out good, Samuel thought, nearly in panic. Samuel looked up at his menacing master and he almost seemed to be enjoying this. He was a mess of arrogance, so Samuel knew that if he would intervene that it may lose him an ear. Although, no one has ever stuck up for Samuel before. Maybe I would have to risk my ears at some point, he thought, ever reluctant. The only thing the little sheepdog mix was sure of was that this would not end well."Yes Tiny, that's it, mate. And now I know that you knew what you were doin' wrong. That's'n extra day without rations, I'm sure you know, eh?" the tyrant laughed hysterically, teeth bared. Suddenly, Theyr'Wolfe lunged at him, his menacing teeth forcing Samuel to stumble a few feet into the opposite direction. In a fit of fearful confusion, Samuel tripped, face planting onto the hot, unforgiving asphalt. He laid there, shamed and shunned. Picking himself up would be equivalent to a walk of shame, but he did so before Theyr'Wolfe would yell at him to "Pick yourself up, mate! You will stand properly when addressing me!" or even "You pathetic runt, get up! Stop writhing in the dirt!" The purebred wolfdog seemed to wear his ass hat proudly.

Suddenly, every thing got serious again, the settings mood had changed. It was between Theyr'Wolfe and Fauna now. "It seems not, though here I am," Fauna said, referencing the fact that it is indeed not her business. Soon, Theyr'Wolfe responded in an ever-so-expected smart ass way, "Ah, so you know it's not your business then?" Samuel looked back and forth and the words were exchanged. Being the bystander was very hard in this situation, and in his position, he could only watch in panic. This girl might as well be risking her life for a pathetic little runt who is scared of his own shadow. Why me... he thought in desperation.

"I would appreciate it if you would wipe that look off your face and answer my question," Fauna finally lashed back. Samuel flinched as the hostility was apparently getting higher and higher; however, Samuel sat perfectly still, except for the vibrating shudders, but they were less apparent. "Call me smug all you want, mate, but this dog here - " Theyr'Wolfe growled, before glaring straight down at Samuel. Samuel looked up at him, his formidable stare to much for the little dog. He turned away, back to Fauna. " - is property of the Gilded Hearts. This means your interfering could lead to your being hated and hunted by a full pack on my word."

Samuel could not help but to look up at Theyr'Wolfe, obviously confused. "But-" he immediately bit his tongue, Are you fucking stupid? he scolded to himself. He hoped that his little slip sounded soft enough that Theyr'Wolfe did not hear it. He looked straight at Fauna, yet he could not find a way to signal that he was bluffing. He just stared at her with a stoic look in his eyes. He was too afraid to help, too afraid to even stand up for himself. I am pathetic, he thought, sneering at the thought, at the entire ordeal. This is all because of my ass. He snorted, his attention away from both dogs for a few moments.

"Still confident, are we?" Theyr'Wolfe said. Damn you...

FUCK YEA, 617 words!

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[Fauna]

frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead

Fauna


Fauna huffed a small amount of breath. She knew it wasn't her business, that part was true, but the way the mutt was treating Sam wasn't right; not that anything was anymore. Her thick sickle tail flicked irritably. That word. Property. The word one might call a den or corpse in order to show their ownership. Nobody owned another dog. That part pissed her off. Ownership is for items, not others.

She found herself growling to herself as he spoke, but that last comment was off. She didn't even notice the collie staring at her, and she hadn't heard him speak. She was too busy trying not to die. Of laughter. She snorted, her mouth screwing up in an attempt to keep her jaws shut as she desperately tried not to grin. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Full pack, ey? Sure sounds huge... Maybe of, ya know..." she trailed off a little, giggling to herself before continuing. "The two or three other dogs that are still here?! I'm sure you can't mean those weak ass mutts, can you?" Fauna's eyes glittered with amusement, and she bit her lower lip, though she couldn't help crack a smile. "Thank you kindly, that made my day, right there," she mocked, her tail wagging slightly in its poised position.

It had been a horrendously long time since she had seen any other life at all, and even in her limited travels, she hadn't even heard about a pack with exception of once or twice at the most. She barely even saw one dog a week anymore, unless she stumbled upon some unshattered glass and happened to glance at her mangled and ratted reflection in the mirror, her beige and black coat unkempt and scruffy. At least in the puppy mill she was groomed by her siblings on occasion and her coat was thick and somewhat soft like it was supposed to be. With no humans, the world was empty and lost, turned into an all out apocalypse. However, when she did meet others, she was normally hostile. This time seemed to prove no different.

(Lyrics by Evanescence)

[Tarkah]

Tarkah

Tarkah walked slowly, his muzzle to the ground, searching for any trace of food. No, not even that... searching for any trace of anything that would suffice to keep him standing for another day. He wasn't having much luck, and the scorching heat wasn't an asset. He lifted his head, tired of simply getting dirt up his nose. Instead of looking for a scent, he pricked his ears, hoping to hear even the faintest scuffle of something fit to be eaten.

... Nothing.


Tarkah exhaled slowly, his empty stomach growling in response. Silently walking forward again, Tarkah kept his head cocked, still listening for small creatures to feed on. They were rarer than rotted meat to feed upon, but his neck was stiff and sore from craning it for so long.

He looked up ahead, narrowing his eyes against the glare of the sun. Up ahead was some sort of building structure. It was probably nothing, but his interest was piqued. Silence followed, until the slightest of sounds came to him. His ears twitched and nose twitched, once again alert. He had thought he heard something. Was it a howl? The last he had heard such a thing was when he had been traveling with his brother. Realizing where his thoughts were taking him, Tarkah shook his head, as if it would shake away his thoughts, and concentrated on listening.

Quickening his pace to a fast walk, Tarkah went towards the sounds. As he came closer, he heard more. It was still indistinct, but getting clearer.
At last, when he reached the building, he found that the sounds were not coming from inside, but around it. He slowed his pace and lowered his head slightly. Tension seemed to be crackling. Drawing in the scents, he could make out three canines, though he couldn't tell the lineage.
"...those weak ass mutts, can you?" Tarkah heard a female question. "Thank you kindly, that made my day, right there," He stepped around the corner to see, as he had thought, three canines. Two, which looked fairly alike considering build, looked ready to rip out one another's throat. The third, whom was nearest to him, looked simply petrified. Tarkah couldn't think of a better word to describe it. The male was petrified with fear. Tarkah cocked his head to one side, wondering what had caused this uproar between the two. Calmly he walked up and sat beside Samuel, not saying a word, to see if the male would notice him.

[Theyr'Wolfe]

Simply observing Samuel fall on his face was enough to raise Theyr’Wolfe’s spirits, the small, clumsy creature now sitting in self-pity. Really, if Samuel was bolder, this wouldn’t be as fun for the woldog. Therefore, as the tyrant deduced, Theyr’Wolfe’s demeanor towards the small canine was Samuel’s fault. The logic was flawed in more ways than one, but it pleased the dog, and left him to feel more composed and righteous in his own, twisted fashion. One word was said by Samuel against Theyr’Wolfe’s claim, but the rest of the sentence was soon silenced with a sharp, quick glare. That’s right… keep your mouth shut.

Whether or not Samuel did decide to talk, it appeared as though it would make no difference, as Theyr’Wolfe’s threat swayed Fauna’s disposition in absolutely no beneficial direction. In fact, she mocked him, laughed; she was a fool. Her words held meaning, but they were being used with a false demeanor, and therefore held little impact against the purebred, other than to irritate him, ”You say that like three dogs ain’t enough to kill you.” This was all he had to say. She mocked the size of a pack, but even if it was a small one, it was more allies than she had, as far as Theyr’Wolfe knew.

He stepped forward, pressing his face towards hers. His teeth were barred, his lips were pulled back in a snarl and a low growl hummed from behind clenched teeth. Fur prickled along his neck, also rising at the base of his tail, which lay straight, parallel to the ground as if he were hunting. This dog was old; only a minor inconvenience, ”With or without a pack, I could tear your throat out. I could enslave you, I could make you pray for death, lovely, and you look like you’re above that.” Theyr’Wolfe growled again, this time louder, but in more of a “listen-to-me” fashion, as opposed to the typical threatening, ”So how about an offer instead?” Uncharacteristic of Theyr’Wolfe though it may be, negotiation was something he was good at, and even Samuel had to admit that.

Unfortunately, before he had time to speak of said proposition, from his peripheral vision, the canine saw a fourth dog approach, and actually sit beside Samuel. No words were spoken by him and the look on his face seemed to be one of indifferent curiosity. With a roll of the eyes and an exaggerated turn of the head, he found himself looking at Tarkah and belting, “And who the fuck is this?” But, with a blink of the eyes, Theyr’Wolfe recognized the dog; Tarkah, his name was, a Lowly Two of the pack, ”’Ello soldier. I’m glad to see you could make it, and with such impeccable timing. I was just explaining to this guest here our pack.”

Things always seemed to work in the wolfdog’s favor.

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ooc:// 479 words

Way to go Jess! And with very little dialogue, too~ You're getting back into your game! :D

A fight will most likely happen. So Mumble, you and I need to start brainstorming what happens between Fauna and Theyr'Wolfe if you want her injured/in the pack.

And Puppet, you do know that Tarkah is a part of the Gilded Hearts, right? He would know Theyr'Wolfe, and maybe Samuel. :3 )

[Samuel]

All of this hostility, because of me...

It had almost seemed that all this commotion had been distracting everyone from the merciless heat of the sun; at least, it had distracting Samuel. Nonetheless, it does not seem that this is not going to end well. Theyr'Wolfe seemed to be relentless; he will not withdraw to the Fauna. No, he would not, not with his ass hat screwed on so tightly on his head. Samuel expected that the poor Fauna may get injured in vain.

"Full pack, ey? Sure sounds huge... Maybe of, ya know..." She began, Samuel sensing the sarcasm arising in her voice, "The two or three other dogs that are still here?! I'm sure you can't mean those weak ass mutts, can you?" It almost seems she was asking to be attacked; such things as this would more than likely encourage Theyr'Wolfe to attack. However, would Bane give the word to attack? Samuel could tell Bane was much more goodhearted than his cold-as-ice mate.

"Thank you kindly, that made my day, right there," the female mocked. She was wading in a shark tank with wearing a belt composed of raw meat now. Suddenly, a stranger arrived, with a seemingly familiar face on him. He took a seat next to Samuel, where Samuel stared up at his face, obviously nervous that he was considerably trapped between him and Theyr'Wolfe. He would not dare back up.

”You say that like three dogs ain’t enough to kill you.” There he goes, and as expected, it will certainly get worse. What three dogs were they talking about? he looked around, noticing that three dogs were more than likely Theyre'Wolfe, the stranger and...Samuel? Impossible! In a fight like that, he would probably get pushed over and his neck stepped on, or something of the nature. Either way, he would certainly get die trying. - ”With or without a pack, I could tear your throat out. I could enslave you, I could make you pray for death, lovely, and you look like you’re above that.” Of course she if above it, at least, above the height requirement. ”So how about an offer instead?” Samuel swallowed, only to remember the deal he had made with him. He is going to play her like a fool.

“And who the fuck is this?” He said, directed to the stranger. Although, he seemed to realize who the fuck he was instantly. ’Ello soldier. I’m glad to see you could make it, and with such impeccable timing. I was just explaining to this guest here our pack.” Apparently he was a pack member, yet Samuel did not know if he should feel comfortable or not. Was he like Theyr'Wolfe? He looked up at him to see if he could gauge a reaction similar to his general personality?

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