10-28-2018, 09:43 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]The scent of these invading animals was the same scent as the little girl medic Cosette had captured. Rozovsky’s large ears pricked and rotated in the direction of the struggle. No doubt they were here to reclaim their captive. He wanted them to take her back. He couldn’t stand to live in a place where they allowed females to be tortured. He was a soul of a different era. So, when the large wolf heard Stryker’s call, he narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. He rose to his feet. Please don’t do anything you will regret, Anatoly. Kemmerich pleaded feverently in their mind. Rozovsky froze, shaking his head. That was the first time Kemmerich had called him his first name. Monumental, but if Kemmerich was trying to sabotage Rozovsky’s mission, it was hardly a reason for him to stop and bask in his newfound friendship with his soul companion.
”I don’t think I will regret this, Rainer.” He mumbled, breaking out into a run for the commotion.
His eyes locked on his target, the large lion. The leader of the group he joined. The embodiement of propaganda, false power and slavery. One of his own kind. He was comitting treason. He didn’t care what might happen next. The large wolf silently made his attack on his own leader. Rozovsky leapt forward aiming to close his jaw around [member=1738]Stryker[/member] ‘s leg and crushing down as hard as he could. If successful, he would jerk his head back in an attempt to violently pull the lion off balance. The five-foot wolf would be a formidable opponent against the lion, which much better odds than that white dog.
”I don’t think I will regret this, Rainer.” He mumbled, breaking out into a run for the commotion.
His eyes locked on his target, the large lion. The leader of the group he joined. The embodiement of propaganda, false power and slavery. One of his own kind. He was comitting treason. He didn’t care what might happen next. The large wolf silently made his attack on his own leader. Rozovsky leapt forward aiming to close his jaw around [member=1738]Stryker[/member] ‘s leg and crushing down as hard as he could. If successful, he would jerk his head back in an attempt to violently pull the lion off balance. The five-foot wolf would be a formidable opponent against the lion, which much better odds than that white dog.