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Demon I Alpha I Bear Pack I Tags; Akela, Britannia
Demon walked with a slight limp from his last fight with one of his pack mates, the fight resulted in the death of Frank. Frank shouldn't have fought to be Alpha. Frank had no chance of winning against Demon. This pack was Demon's lively hood. No matter how close you are to him, a betrayal of the Pack could mean death. Even a best friend like his Beta would be exiled or murdered for his betrayal. Demon just couldn't take that. He is aggressive and ruthless on the outside but deep DEEP down, he does care. That being said, he will do anything to protect his own heart. Even in the midst of killing those who defy him.
He may be injured but he will still take down anyone that dare defy him, or die trying. He made his way towards the river to fins himself a quick meal. He was hungry and only ate fresh meat or drank fresh water. He was controlling that way. Demon growled roughly hearing voices around him. Sounds when all he wanted was silence, but despite this.. he kept his grumbling to himself. Demon was very set in his ways. He was a rough but fair Alpha. He had things a certain way to protect his pack, but also to keep Dark Void at bay. He wasn't sure why but he hated those soft weak wolves. Their pansy and feminine ways got on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to rid them of his land. And anyone caught opposing him or sneaking off to be with the Void pack would be punished. Demon could smell that foul Dark Void Pack Alpha's scent close to his boarders. His eyes grew red with anger. She should know better than to be that close. His anger over grew the pain and he jumped into a sprint towards the boarder. Forgetting his meal.
Striker I Fighter I Bear pack I Tags; SoulfireStiker padded towards the forest with a pep in his step, he just wanted to see the chaos unfold. His alpha was about to tear someone a new one and Striker just couldn't miss the action. He was the type of wolf to be in every drama, every conflict, every know how. It was just who he was and no matter how much he tried to fight it as a pup, it always found its way back to him. That needing nawing feeling of not knowing what was going on. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Soulfire. He turned his head to look at her, which turned to be a big mistake as he fumbled over his own feet and almost tasted the ground beneath him. He caught himself within the fifth step.
"Soulfire!" He exclaimed as he turned in his tracks to face her.
"Do you know whats going on?"He asked staring into her eyes in curiosity.
DeathStorm I Fighter I Void Pack I Tags; NidavellirDeathstorm cocked her head curiously before straightening out and smiling slightly to the agreement of a hunt. He had such a polite way about him. She found it odd but never pressed the manner. She had to watch herself around the higher ranks. She couldn't give away her secrets. She had to be friendly and inviting.
"I would love company. We can go after bigger prey. Like a deer." She almost excitedly barked. Deathstorm rose to her feet and shook out her pelt before heading towards the forest.
