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|Gender→Male|Age →Eighteen|Tagged→Many|Wearing→Jumper & Jeans|relationship → Nobody|
Atticus hands began to tuck up against his shirt whilst he finger was fiddling among his buttons, almost trying to distract himself from the sudden interrupted of the two packs that made him shake his head almost in disapproval of the arguments that made everything invalid for him, Atticus did state to himself that the Vampires had pushed it too far yet with some members in the pack flirting with the enemy, well it was quite easy to see that over that, both where as bad as each other. Atticus was neutral at times and always took things into his view, he never stated to stand by his pack yet he wasn't disloyal. He just simply wanted to examination on both side, in history people state both sides are as bad as one another, yet that was the correct statement. Yet Atticus was simply just a Delta, he had no word among the Alpha, yet perhaps what had began wasn't going to simply end her, there is many innocent people in the town close to them whilst his Pack has been in control, Atticus was fully aware of how this would end up, in a blood bath. Atticus eye brow raised at his own sudden judgement.
His head nodded in a agreement to his own past thoughts, whilst he wasn't exactly taking the time to listen to this bizarre fight among the clan and the pack, they both had tongues of venom spatting at each other in disgust. Atticus had always been loyal to his pack, yet this was a ill to witness, instead of actually doing there jobs members of the pack had obviously left their arms open to the enemy instead of making any of the pack aware of who had entered there lines, Atticus knew that this must be questioned. Yet would his Alpha press his foot down and actually give a slight punishment. Atticus had his wise words that he followed with his heart and soul which was 'If you simply don't have anything to fight for, why fight at all?' Something that maybe everyone should follow. Soon Atticus had shifted his stance of his unwanted odd thoughts, his shoulders bulked up in a way that made him feel almost insecure about the sudden situation, his fingers fiddled down into his pocket as he pulled out his watch carefully clicking it to a open as his green eyes exploded up its spirals of green among his pupils whilst his eyes watched the beautiful piece of machine, he shut it with a thud as he pressed the Golden pocket watch back down into his pocket, Suddenly Atticus made his eyes over to Shakira who had showed Atticus his death in one brief stare, he raised his eye brow up at her when he heard her hissing, such a feisty one. Yet by his judgement he was trying to pick her part of the clan, yet with all the faces he had gathered he was unsure where he could place her. Atticus had not been fazed by this young girl and her fangs, she was lucky that he was a peace keeper for he might just have to shift and pin her to the ground and show her his canines and then she can hiss and bare her fangs all she wants, Atticus began to move back every so slightly with his shoes sinking into the muddy terrain as he moved his hand up into his windswept hair as his fingers began to tug among the lose strands, he had been lost in concentration lately to even dare take a glance at his Alpha or any of his other members in the pack.
His teeth suddenly clung to his lip hating not being able to state much as this was just childish, the Vampire should clearly step off their land. Atticus began to move himself backwards from his pack and his clan. He had not been in a very exciting mood to deal with these two craving a battle, something that the clan and the pack would not win, when blood is spilled there is no winner, if the pack had killed the Clan then it would not be something to be proud of I'd be a horrid thing to take another life, Atticus really didn't want that on his head, as he began to turn his back to the clan strolling over to a large oak tree as he pressed his pack firmly against it with his eyes flickering over at the clan before he began to trace his eyes among his pack almost trying to compare the two, two monsters, two aims in life, two differences two deaths.
