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Posted by Anarchy on January 28, 2008, 7:12 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
Control. As soon as the brute could once more move he fell to aside, his muzzle instinctivly lowering to his bloody stump, pain shooting up the entire length of the brute's bodice as his pink muscle rolled out, carressing what was left with some care. Crimson gaze fell upon the leg which used to be his, there was no need for it anymore, he couldn't re-attach it and would so live with the wound he had recieved. Occuli closed for a moment as his skull now rose, his mind now compacted by an almost odd feeling of dizziness. Atleast he could control his body once more and talk his own voice.
Now, a good ten paces or more away sat Frollo. Auds flicked backwards as his occuli once more opened, glancing towards the brute. A smirk formed on his maw, the violent ways of dealing with challengers was almost amusing, except for the fact he had litteraly lost a leg over it. The irony taste of blood now lined his jaws and plastered his pelt around his face, sitting in a pile of your own blood wasn't too pleasing. Front pillars now stretched out as he attempted to pull himself up, a growl rumbling in his chest as Anarchy found himself stumbling to aside.
After a few attempts the brute managed to get to his three paws, blood now lined his rump and well most of his bodice. The stump in which used to be a leg now violently stung and flesh hung from it, flicking blood to the snow as he moved forwards, figuring out how to move. Each step was a struggle and would take time to get used to but right now he was managing. Once more Anarchy's pink muscle emerged, running over his kissers before lining each pearl and disappearing into his trap; it would take more then that to remove the stains.
'Frollo.'
Skull lowered slightly as he adjusted his crimson gaze to linger upon the brute, mask emotionless save for the wincing as his muscles pulled him forth, some hanging from the lump as it was. He's have to clean that later. Tone was deep as normal, cold and much like his mask, it had no real emotion behind it. Coming to a stop before the resting brute, Anarchy allowed his rump to fall to the ground, a growl held back as pain once more striked up him. This was his choice now, and so his mind had been made; a little odd, but well enough.
'I must say I respect the way you won,'
Truth was hidden behind his self-scolding expression, which swiftly changed as he shook his head to rid the feeling, stumbling aside slightly as he put the stump out, used to the limb being there. Occuli squeezed shut as it striked the ground and pearls grinded, have to be more careful, dammit. Looking back at the alpha he smirked almost sheepishly and continued, banner curling around his left side, which was still fully there.
'I have no home, no future and no plans. You don't care for me, I do realise this as it is. These are rightfully your packlands and now I risk asking to stay here, and if you need it, I will fight and help you with protecting them.'
Scarlet pearls flashed as he threw his head down and bit at his forepaw before looking back up, auds flicked forwards as he waited. Skull slowly dropped lower in a sign of submission and his crimson gaze slipped. No, he didn't like having to fall to anothers paws, but it seemed today he had already, so what was the risk at doing so again. Pain continued to strike up and down his side, blood pumped through his mind as he waited, now it was the alpha's chance to kill him or allow him within the pack. Anarchy had no care as to the choice right now.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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