10-16-2018, 11:58 PM
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He just had to choose to join the most hated country of this world, hadn’t he? It seemed that every damn Clan was going to be hostile to him because of the Pitt stench on his chocolate brown pelt. Sirius’ fur ruffled and the mink pulled back his teeth in a growl. ”Fuck off.” He swallowed the last of his fish and paused, eyes widening. He suddenly felt nauseous. Had the fish been poisioned? Was he dying?
After a bit of shifting, a five-foot black wolf stood in the place of the mink. His head was still ringing and he shook it side to side, opening his eyes to a slit. Needless to say, he was surprised at his transformation. It was surely a step up from the European mink. But ... I can’t do anything. Rozovsky, what in hell did you do? Rozovsky, I’m talking to you! The German’s voice was lost in Sirius’ mind. Dear comrade Kemmerich, do not worry. I will beat this pathetic cat to a pulp. He will not insult us again. A smile graced the large wolf’s features. This was it. This was Anatoly. Not Sirius, not Rainer. It was only him, Anatoly Rozovsky ... Rainer’s voice was only a consciousness.
The wolf towered over Onision, spittle foaming at his mouth as he bared his fangs. ”Maybe I will step over precious border of yours, cyka. It will bring me joy to bring home new slave for Clan.” Anatoly thrummed in his thickly accented voice, itching for a fight. He was more fierce and independent than his counterpart ... and he was not going to be pushed around and called names ever again.
He just had to choose to join the most hated country of this world, hadn’t he? It seemed that every damn Clan was going to be hostile to him because of the Pitt stench on his chocolate brown pelt. Sirius’ fur ruffled and the mink pulled back his teeth in a growl. ”Fuck off.” He swallowed the last of his fish and paused, eyes widening. He suddenly felt nauseous. Had the fish been poisioned? Was he dying?
After a bit of shifting, a five-foot black wolf stood in the place of the mink. His head was still ringing and he shook it side to side, opening his eyes to a slit. Needless to say, he was surprised at his transformation. It was surely a step up from the European mink. But ... I can’t do anything. Rozovsky, what in hell did you do? Rozovsky, I’m talking to you! The German’s voice was lost in Sirius’ mind. Dear comrade Kemmerich, do not worry. I will beat this pathetic cat to a pulp. He will not insult us again. A smile graced the large wolf’s features. This was it. This was Anatoly. Not Sirius, not Rainer. It was only him, Anatoly Rozovsky ... Rainer’s voice was only a consciousness.
The wolf towered over Onision, spittle foaming at his mouth as he bared his fangs. ”Maybe I will step over precious border of yours, cyka. It will bring me joy to bring home new slave for Clan.” Anatoly thrummed in his thickly accented voice, itching for a fight. He was more fierce and independent than his counterpart ... and he was not going to be pushed around and called names ever again.