09-02-2018, 01:07 AM
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the first attempt had not turned out well, merely lowering the status of his group in other's eyes; he knew giving the order to steal food back would incite a... bigger response, but he had not expected it to be so soon. with blueridge's call and firecrackers echoing through the halls of the mansion, the snow leopard stopped his pacing and bolted from the throne room, eyes locking onto his members clashing with pitt brutes. "shit," prestige breathed. his gaze darted around the front room, tail lashing; he hated fighting, he truly did, but in times like this his members' safety came first. he steeled himself for the fight before leaping in, immediately slamming his paw down on a pitt feline, tearing his claws through their fur in a quick death.
the pharaoh's lip curled at the fresh stench of blood before he moved on, spotting a flash of yellow, followed by a roared announcement of the typhoon's arrival. they'd come quick; he would have to thank pincher later, and whatever messenger had managed to fetch them in such haste. such things would have to wait though. prestige stood straight and let out a loud rumble, searching for his next opponent among the clamor of creatures.
the first attempt had not turned out well, merely lowering the status of his group in other's eyes; he knew giving the order to steal food back would incite a... bigger response, but he had not expected it to be so soon. with blueridge's call and firecrackers echoing through the halls of the mansion, the snow leopard stopped his pacing and bolted from the throne room, eyes locking onto his members clashing with pitt brutes. "shit," prestige breathed. his gaze darted around the front room, tail lashing; he hated fighting, he truly did, but in times like this his members' safety came first. he steeled himself for the fight before leaping in, immediately slamming his paw down on a pitt feline, tearing his claws through their fur in a quick death.
the pharaoh's lip curled at the fresh stench of blood before he moved on, spotting a flash of yellow, followed by a roared announcement of the typhoon's arrival. they'd come quick; he would have to thank pincher later, and whatever messenger had managed to fetch them in such haste. such things would have to wait though. prestige stood straight and let out a loud rumble, searching for his next opponent among the clamor of creatures.
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