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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1">Pyre's white coat slunk through the snow, his black nose and blue eyes the only thing distinguishing him from an apparition of the snow. His nose was to the ground, he was sniffing. Wolverine, rabbit, wolf. The scents cloaked the barren, snow-covered forest. He had heard the reply of the female. But she hadn't sounded interested - besides, he wasn't such an idiot to believe that if he marked himself here as leader, that the wolverines wouldn't hunt him down and track him. Instead, he continued on his way, looking for any females.</br>


<br>He wondered absently if it was possible to steal a female from the pack. Loners did that, and he wagged his tail like a dog in hopes that there would be a female for him. One that wouldn't mind leaving, one with a similar past. </br>


<br>One as scarred and morbid as him. </br>


<br>A memory, cold and cruel, flashed before him. </br>


<br>"What have you done, Pyre? What have you done??" The Alpha -Pyre's mother - stood over the prone form infront of him. </br>


<br>"I did it for Achrine!! She was mine! He wouldn't let me go with her!" Pyre sobbed, tears leaking down his mud-streaked face. His ears were flat against his skull. A smaller form lay next the the large male. Pyre's brother. </br>


<br>"He thought I was an idiot! He was going to kill her! She has my pups - I'm not leaving her!!" </br>


<br>"What?" The Alphess snapped. "That mangy wolf has your pups!? What malarkey is this? I'm no idiot! You have killed your own pack. You shall die." Several gray wolves stepped forward - snarling, teeth bared. </br>


<br>"W-what??" </br>



<br>The memory faded to black. Pyre shook his head to clear it of the demons from his past. That was over. Achrine was dead. He was alive, here to be an Alpha. Like his idiot of a father - but he wouldn't be afraid to test his strength- or the power of his jaws like his father had been afraid to. He would stand straight and tall and -- </br>


<br>One female's scent drifted towards him through the slew of the others. It smelled.... wonderful. Enticing. Extravagent. He needed to see this female for some reason. Talk to her. Something primial goaded him on. He was after her.</br></div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">Dimitria had removed herself from the presense of tha pack she had joined mere days ago - to simply venture on her own. It had seemed none of the members had caught her fancy, or her eye for that matter. They were all a buch of mangey mutts. Nothing like back home. It seemed they would stand in ones way for everything, and all they were good for was swift tongues - leaving a damned polar bear to finish off a kill that took ever wolf to bring down. Pathetic.<br><br>

Her ears layed knit to her skull as her nose drapped against the snow, to sniff out scents all in hopes to locate more game, slightly smaller then the fat, robust deer they had only moments ago taken down. That she, bothered not - to help with; with that thought on her mind. She merely grinned, letting a feirce growl exit her vocal chords as she pressed down further into the snow. The only thing that was on her mind was blood, like the blood of her family. Oh, how the rich silky blood from them tasted among her tongue. Their pitty, their sweet sorrows - the taste of their fright. Was everything to her. It fueld the bitch. <br><br>

She hadn't bothered to take a peice from the deer, afterall. She hadn't helped - nor had she planned to. She was in, merely to take sight of the lands. Judge the Alphess - in her agility, her strength, spotting to find if she was worth taking down. She was to old, atleast in dimi's eyes. To .. forward with her words. Not pure quality in her sheer sky blue eyes. However, with that polar bear on her side, there was no chance that Dimitria could take her down. All the other wolves had been inspected. Saijin, pathetic excuse for a female - a wolf. She should have been at some humans lap, free food - and daily baths. That would be the luxury for her. This, just the thought made dimitria laugh. <br><br>

Haulting in her tracks, her sniffer took in a new scent. The same scent of the male that had called out to the Borean Alphess. She snorted. However a diligent grin held strong on her lips as she turned in his direction, halfly. Her body curved in a slight 'U' shape as her ears perked, and eyes glared. Teeth baring. Protecting herself should the need to fight come between them.<br><br>

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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1"><br>Pyre’s ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. The weight didn’t sound evenly spread, so that meant it wasn’t a wolverine – thank heavens. But the smell of the female grew stronger, and Pyre’s tail felt like wagging. </br>
<br>I’m acting like dog! He thought, embarrassed. His tail went up with instinct, ears went forward and his body leaning forward to the tips of his claws, he too turned. </br>
<br>His brain fixated upon the newcomer- the female. He scraped the ground with his paw, smelling his own scent come out and envelope him. His mouth was closed, teeth veiled until his face was turned completely- and then he unveiled his ivory fangs to the world once again. As her glare mocked him and told him she had secrets he knew not of – his eyes grew cold and distant. He remembered that expression all too well. He gave himself a mental shake – Achrine is DEAD. You killed her like you did your brother and father. You are stronger then lapsing back every five minutes! </br>
<br>Pyre dug his claws into the frozen earth, returning the glare with double the hostility. </br>
<br>“What do we have here… And who are you?” He knew she would probably say something like, ‘I could ask you the same question’ – all the wolves he’d met had said exactly that. But this time it would sting, he could tell her tone would be acidic enough to perhaps even leave a burn. Instead of trying whine and act weak, he lowered his tail slightly, showing that he was no harm to her and he was not going to defend. His ears and eyes remained fixated on her – but they were softer, kinder. </br>
<br>Wait- what the hell am I doing? Why am I acting nice? – Oh yeah… maybe she’ll come away with me… there appears to be no male on her tail. He thought. An idiotic grin spread across his face, wiping the bared ivories and wrinkled snout of an angry wolf off his features. His tongue lolled out, making the smile even more idiotic and making him look younger. </br>
<br>“I’m known as Pyre, by the way,” Saying ‘what’s your name?’ sounded so childish it almost made Pyre laugh – but he held it back, his rapidly changing moods did frighten others – or tick them off.</br>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">Her stare didn't drop from him as he spoke out What do we have here… And who are you? It was obvious he was expecting some half-assed retoric answer from the female, since everyone else around here seemed to all answer under the same brain, which just made her shake her head. She stalked forwards head lower to the ground then it had been, not in submission but in stalk - Whats it to you, who I am? she growled out. She couldn't have cared less, his guard was down, proving that he was of no threat to her; that was better.<br><br>

Her glared lingered, locked dead on with his soul - blue eyes to blue eyes. Pink oral lapping over her ebony kissers, before she stood tall. Ears errect utop her skull. A loner shouldn't be on his own, you know how many enjoy the taste of wolf? I know I do she practically sung out as her rump touched the snowy covering. She never took her gaze from the white one, she didn't even need to move as her ears followed the sound that shook the tree lines. Her head shook as his facial expressions changed, from serious - to dorky. <br><br>

Her intrested faded and she slowly turned to walk away from him, what ever muse he casted about her frame had dwindled and become non-existant. She let a snort, and padded twords the woods pretty much ignoring his words, enlightening her on his name - who said she cared, because it was obvious she didn't and she made it clear I care not who, or what they call you she growled.

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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1">As the female spoke, her tone was vicious and cold, and Pyre's mind responded equally.</br>

"Well then, madam, if you care for the taste of wolf blood, you should know I love it too.... But are you getting that from this place? This pack? Are they supplying you with the blood you so desire?" Pyre's smile was cold and distant, he was prepared to follow her game.</br>

"Because I wouldn't mind a..." He almost said 'partener', but the she-wolf didn't seem the type to take that word in good terms. She'd probably rip out his throat if he said that. "...Another taste... That is, if you wish to hunt for a wolf..." He was stumbling over his words, they probably made no sense, but his brain and ears were on high alert for the wolverines... And other things...

((OOC: Sorrz it's so short and stuff, low muse for the reply.. DX))</div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">She kept walking, even as he spoke to her. You could say she was trying to avoid further contact with him, however. That right now, wasn't merely the case. Infact, she was moving - just to simply move. I do not gain what I enjoy, I've not been here long enough to pick those that will never be noticed as one of the missing. Mn, but, just the mere thought of taking one down. Makes my blood boil in extacy she grinned and steadied her pace, looking to him out of the corner of her eyes. Tail flicking out at the air as she waited, listened. Wondering what other words the male would spill out to her. <br><br>

She paused, his halted words had her curious to how it would end, how he would presume speach. An, there it was. She laughed at him, she knew full well that what he ended with wasn't going to be the words to pour out beforehand. As she nodded, she parted jaws and spoke in an almost hush-hush tone Use your nose, perhaps this is the course I am already onto she nodded and with that her movement continued. Her eyes locked forward as she let her body slink down a little. Ears perked, nose and eyes on high alert for any further movement the one she was stalking made. Her tail didn't move, it only merely twitched, steadily. Waiting, wanting for the right moment to cast her move.<br><br>

[ Its fine, i'll mirror you ~ ]</div>
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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1">Pyre shut his maw, his expression amused and calculating. Part of his mind enjoyed this game, whatever it was. But the other part had no idea what to say, meaning that he was at a hopeless loss for words. </br>

<br>But with his jaw shut, he used his nose, like the she-wolf told him, and he sniffed something, but the smell was diluted from the she-wolf's scent and the wolverine's - oh, yeah, and his own. He stratched the snow, digging into it, smelling his own essence, and then the smell of frozen, damp earth. </br>

<br>It calmed him, somehow, made his head clear, but the scent of frozen earth also mingled with the others, and made the other scent worse to identify - not that he was paying much attention to that anymore.</br>

<br>Pyre's eyes were watching the female, the way her shoulders rolled to shift her weight without making a sound. The way the snow on her pelt caught the sunlight and threw it out into prisms of light. A smile of complete cunning slashed it's way onto Pyre's face, and he crouched down, stepping out of his own musk circle and walking after the female with the same movement....</br></div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">She smiled as silence befell him, and the world around her. Her jaw parted only slightly her breath visiable as it danced out into the cold. Tail dropped only a few inches as she came to a hault. Something had made her target flinch, and move - something she couldn't very well smell. She let out a low almost inaudiable growl as she sat back on her haunches, nose stuck up to the sky as she waited for the wind to recourse her. Her ears dropped against her skull in iritation. This male, had he not come, spoken - distracted, she would be hot on this wolves tail; it would have most likely been dead. Dead by her jaw's. She shot a glance at him and let out a snort<br><br>

Swift movement was made as she was quick to stand and leap over a mound of snow and dissapear, all that was heard was the brisk land she made and her growl as she pressed onwards. Should he follow, he would have to keep to his whim. Or else she'd stalk him. Nose dropped to the ground as she attempted to re-sniff out the victum, her prey. The one that was going to let its oh-so warm crimson juices roll over her maw, her Salt and peppered pelt. Just the mere thought of it had her drowning in lust. The female was crazed, more so then she let on - deciving no? Perfect. She was a killer, born one and dwelled in the state of mind that one like her creates. I smell you, oh delicious being she mocked looking over her shoulders once more to see if he had infact followed, if he didn't ohwell. <br><br>

There, around the corner was a tawny pelted wolf, snacking on a rabbit. She shook her head and muttered to herself. She should have known he didn't move - the wolf had simply reinstated his stench. She slunk lower to the ground, peircing eyes watching him distictively, not letting it out of her sight. <br><br>

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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1"><br>Pyre trotted after the female, neatly jumping the bank of snow and landing almost silently behind her. His stance rapidly moved to a crouch, and he began to sniff the new prey. his blood went cold, and his fur bristled...</br>

<br>It's a wolf! He thought with dismay. She really DOES eat our own kind! Cannibalistic! But hot. As if that made up for it, he followed in her footsteps, his tail wagging ever so slightly like a puppy getting a reward.</br>

<br>"Well, well, well..." His voice was soft, almost inaudible, and he was smiling. "I guess you weren't bluffing." </br></div>
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....fetish for warm blood</center><br><br>

Watched as the one she had stalked froze in its motions, turning and snarling at Dimitria. Of course. Only out for defending his catch, little did he know - she wasn't there for his kill. Infact, she was there...to simply 'kill' him. Oh yes, this was it. The moment all had been waiting for, and by all - she knew to well that it had been pyre the ivory male that had continued to follow her as she motioned away from him to stalk that of which she was after. She grinned and stalked more twords the male taking in a circle motion as she tried to press him back closer to the tree because then, then it would make it easier to take him down only giving a few escape roots.<br><br>

Her sky blue eyes looked away from the male for only a split second as she smirked to pyre I do not bluff - nor do i lie on what my taste buds enjoy. Fear not, great man. For it is not your kill i am after, she grinned darkly and stalked in closer to the male before she lunged for his throat. The male stood no chance against her - but. Wasn't hesitant in fighting back. He yelped, and struck at her side only leaving a small cut as her coat kept as much of the blood in as possible. Her head shook in high attempts to drown him in his own saliva. Jaws of death clamping harder against his jugular as a growl released from her vocals. A paw lifting to place on his side as she placed all her weight on the small male forcing him to lay down. Jaw moved from his neck - with neck still in her grasp. Listening, waiting. A final whine had been given as she heard the pop.<br><br>

She looked to pyre and licked her crimson coated lips, Hungry? Theres plenty of him to go around she smiled in pure victory. It was no shock that most she knew had feared her, she knew her brother wished her not to be as she was - even he, she kept away from. Perhaps it was better? She would in end attempt to kill her own blood - again. As she had done before.<br><br></div>
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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1">Of course, the idea of blood.. he wasn't truly in the cannabalistic mood today. He wasn't like the female, who's name he still had yet to learn. But, of course, he was not going to let her do this, to kill off wolves. The feeling of hatred, disgust, and the need to eradicate the other wolf took over. </br>

<br>The day Pyre had killed his father, it was over the fact the other wolf he wanted was not allowed into his pack. The other wolf's, Achrine, lineage was involved deeply into another pack, one which Pyre's family had been in a feud with for generations. It was like a Romeo-Juliet story. Of course, death was involved: Achrine's father killed his daughter, when he found out her intentions. Pyre's brother and father had also been out to find and kill her, but Pyre- in a rage- mowed them both down and snapped their necks. </br>

<br>After this killing, he had stood over their bodies. If he had wanted, he could've taken over the pack, the two strongest out of the way, the rest females and two weaker males. But instead, he had fled the scene, his mother and year-mates hot on his heels to slaughter him. Of course, unlike others, he had killed another of his siblings before the night was through, and that successfully dettered the others.</br>

<br>Yet, once more, he'd had to kill. In total, his wolf muderers... equaled about seven or eight. It wasn't fun to kill, he left the carcasses to rot on the ground, or be buried. He hated the idea he was taking the life of another. The fact he was letting a body turn cold, being a god and playing life or death, the fact that the life he had just taken was now gone, disappeared, never to breath, or love, or hate, or eat, or sleep, or fight again.

<br>With this, he launched himself forward, propelled by his hate, fueled by his anger, fed by his self-pity. His teeth aimed straight for her heart.</div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">Cannibalisim had been Dimitria's forte from the moment she was able to kill. It made it hard for some to notice that, Dimitria was not born into the wilderness, but her actions and attitude had prooved otherwise. Humans were the last object she killed, siblings too. Only two of her siblings had made it out alive - only one beknown to her. She cared not about them, Demo wasn't anything to her anymore. The male had become passive, therefore he was weak in her eyes and she wanted not to see him, for if she did his neck would be between her jaws.<br><br>

The male that had followed her, seemed intent on joining in the party of murdering another wolf, but, it all became to clear when he had spoken and she had replied she did not lie. Sky blue eyes locked on him as she ran her tongue over her ebony lips, the blood from the ebony wolf dripping from those same lips her tongue ran over. Ears became erect as she kept those eyes locked dead on, tail outwards, a sign of domination, no fear behind her eyes, but she knew this would end badly for him, or for her. However, it was his loss. It was only fair for her to gain scars and composure as for her attacker...would die at her paws whether he wanted to or not.<br><br>

I had killed any and all, merely because I could, because I - wanted to. With nobody to stop me with my enjoyable game, i gained, gained strength; invisiable status among packs that I had tainted many moons before. How was now going to be any different? You couldn't just stand there, leap and attack and expect me to cower to the ground, pee myself and declare your victory, I was not foolish, weak or pitiful. I was just the opposite and this male would learn his place, or die trying. He would not break me...I will not bow.....he will be the one breaking; in the end. It will be his fault, and I will be declared the victor.<br><br>

As he leapt, it was obvious as to where his target was locked, Dimitria reared to her hind legs in attempts to swipe at the male, sending him to the ground - if she missed she would fall to her back, male victorious in his target. But only for a few moments before her next attack would fall to him.<br><br>

[ (: You can accept her attack, or, Wait for another <3 ]</div>
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<div class="PYREbox" id="PYREbox1">The prospect of this kill, though Pyre would be spilling blood, was not as prominent. Instead, the resentment to death felt by Pyre was not there, as- much like the Europeans felt, that by forcing religion upon others was good- Pyre thought purging the world of this ugly sinner was doing good. He was aware, of course, that the female heard his paws slicing through the air. His short snarl-bark of fury and intent on death.</br>

<br>The female, who's name he still hadn't caught, whipped around, growling. She reared, aiming to slice him. Pyre had already sprung forward, and his front paws aimed for her chest. Without even trying, he slammed into her, and her paws slammed into his skull.</br>

<br>The pain was intense, and for a moment, he felt his vision grow blurry. It may have been her claws, but something stung, and he felt blood drawn. The warm, disgustingly wet liquid seeped down, dripping into his eyes.</br>

<br>Pyre shook his head, clearing his vision of the crimson drops, but he realized something was still wrong... Why was he seeing two of everything? -Was the female still rearing, or was she down? -Was she dead? -Was he dead? -The questions swirled around and made it harder to concentrate...</br>

<br>But Pyre blinked it away, though the female seemed to have and extra pair of legs... Once again, unsure if the female was down or not, he ran for the first leg he saw... the front.</div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">Regardless of the current situation, this male had ruined her feast - she had no thoughts on murdering him next, but. It this is what it had come down to, then this is where it would end. The moment her blunt swipe connected with Pyre's skull she had been rammed in the chest, knocking the wind out of her for a brisk moment, long enough for the male to attempt to regain composure shake the bloody vision from his optics, he seemed impaired at the moment, but so was she as she tried to regain her breath, she was but seconds to late to move when his jaws locked onto her front leg, her own blood started to paint her pelt as she let out a yelp and a feirce growl.<br><br>

That bastard had bitten me, in the leg no doubt. He would pay, pay for what he has done. My inability to run had decreased by this blow and even if i still tried to run, i wouldn't get far before he came trembling after me with his bloody head. I growled to him, something loud and strong as I forced all my weight on the side that painted the ground and pushed up with the front leg that had yet to be bitten by this ivory beast, as i did my attempt to latch onto his neck was strong, and it was open - a perfect opportunity for me.<br><br>

Dimitria's mouth held agape as she attempted to latch onto pyres neck, perhaps not the perfect location to snap it, but it was the neck no doubt. If she did, she would pull him to the ground with force, that force giving her the freedom of pushing herself up off the ground and back onto all four's with a tiny limp - atleast it would be tiny when it didn't hurt, and bleed as much. If she was successfull her her strike she'd stand and back up looking to him body hunkered lower to the ground in a deadly position as she'd wait for him, wait for him to get up recharge and make his next move, she was waiting. It had been so long since another had fought back, and she hated to say it but, she was enjoying it. C'mon, is that all you got - bitch? she growled out to him and kept her blues locked onto him. </div>
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<br>"C'mon that all you got - bitch?"</br>

<br>Now, where Pyre came from, calling a male a female (or a bitch) was the equivalent of biting the male in the genitals. It was meant to sting, and to hurt, and be cruel. So when this beast snarled it at him, he snarled a reply.</br>

<br>"You don't know the meaning of the word." He spit it out, realizing she aimed for his throat. He snapped his neck down, hiding his throat. Pyre remained up, the bleeding had now come up. </br>

<br>Shit. Gotta get Borean. And with that, he turned away, sprinting up to the top of the bank... and howled. He hoped to high heaven someone would here it.</div>
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I couldn't believe the puke ran from me, bounded away and up onto a mound, and there he called forth into the skies hoping that his call would reach ...my pack? He was apart of my pack..fuck Were the words that ran rampant in my head as i shook the thought from my brain i would shift and head in his direction, if he wanted to call forth the pack, let him.<br><br>

She growled out to him and when she managed to catch up her teeth would attempt to lock on his tail and pull him twords her, before she did however she spoke cold, frightfull words If anyones going to come save you, its going to be the wolverines - you and me both will die without the strength of an army. A fowl hiss escaped her lips, if she mannaged to pull him off the mound and make him loose composure her paw that had not been bitten would come to press to his side, nails digging in with each push she gave off to him, her snout would come to his ear but in a position that made it hard for him to fight for her neck.<br><br>

What i do, to our own kind will not escape your lips - even if i have to rip out your tongue, thats if i decide to let you live, but. I do not think mercy will reign upon you, under my paws at any given time She growled into his ear not letting up on her weight.

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<br>The bitch still had six legs, but now she had four ears, four eyes, and two snouts. Confusion washed through Pyre as he struggled to find a place to bite or slash. If he missed, hitting a fake "copy" of her muzzle that existed only in his mind, she could easily let go of his tail and break his paw. If he lunged for her face with his teeth, however, he's rip off or dislocate his own tail.</br>

<br>Shit. The word was murky and Pyre began to have tunnel-vision, deleting all but the bitch's reddish-brown muzzle. Pyre aimed for that, but it was merely a copy, and instead of hitting her he hit his own leg. A whine of fear whistled out of his throat, fear exploded out of his scent glands. That made him wince.</br>

<br>"Lego..." Pyre managed before turning away. He felt his front legs give way, and he kneeled down. His rump remained in the air, but his face was in the snow, weak. Pyre's nose breathed in snow, and he coughed and choked, struggling for breath. He could barely raise his head, and he was whining and yelping, but there was not much he could do.</br>

<br>That was when he felt himself give way to blackness. Fear was expelled, and in it's place- for a few seconds- he felt... empty. Hollow. And then coldness filled his extremities and he let out a short whine before... he was gone.</div>
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<div class="DIMITRIAbox" id="DIMITRIAbox1">She smiled against his tail, as the howl had been cut short - wasn't long enough to push out information to the borean pack, she didn't need them to know about her cannibalisic nature, if they knew about this - what else would they learn of her past, that almost every pack she'd been in, one had died; those that died gave her new scars that her fur had grown over in time, but. She smiled, none the less, and watching as he fell to her demise, she knew he still could not see properly. What good was dodging an attacker?<br><br>

I had taken him down - murdered him under my own weight. This male, who came to bother the pack as we hunted, him...claiming to take down my alpha so that he might become alpha himself. Likely story. Defeat what what my prey breathed, a fear for me, perhaps in death. Once more, i walked away a victor, once more i reigned almost undefeatable...I knew my time would come, but. It'd been greatly apparent that today - was not that day.<br><br>

She looked down at him as he started to fade, his life before him ending. All the while, her tail held high, in dominance - Jaws wrapped around his neck, not a trace of malice bleeding from the females eyes as she clamped down and snapped his neck, making the pain rid his body and letting him lay in peace. Tonight, the wolverines would have a snack, if they were perhaps hungry, but it would not be her. She stared at his stomach, making sure he was no longer breathing before returning to her original kill, shaking her head. To much blood had been spilt, and soon, the wolverines would find her, if she did not retreat.<br><br>

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