01-28-2020, 08:40 PM
Vathmos' hair raised and her ears laid back as the striped's insults slashed at her ears. How dare Snarl insult her like that. She had no fucking authority and Vathmos would, at this point, rather be dead then take any more of Snarl's bullshit. An open mouth snarl left her, electricity arcing between her fangs and sparking from her fur. "You are full of shit, Snarl."
Maybe, on a later review of this encounter, Vathmos would use some kind of excuse to justify herself. She could choose to rage, but she was very certain Tanglewood wasn't aware of that. Aurum knew of her Bloodrage, but they didn't know the details. Snarl's words definitely upset her, though. Vathmos was long outcasted from any society of her own, and being outcasted from Tanglewood left her with few options left.
If she thought about it hard enough, and certainly thought outside of herself, maybe Vathmos would agree that the members of Tanglewood didn't like her. She was brash and rude, unemphatic and somehow a fucking lion was the only person to get past her thick skull.
She didn't like that idea though. Vathmos hated rejection. Vathmos didn't want to be alone.
And Vathmos didn't do shit! Snarl was the one calling her that awful fucking name and wouldn't cut it out! She didn't fucking deserve this kind of disrespect, least of all from some other hyena, and in Tanglewood. The spotted felt her blood boil, white hot anger overtaking her brain. Vathmos' black eyes turned a hot blue-white, electricity arcing from her body.
Vathmos had initiated her bloodrage, and she darted forward, aiming to clamp her jaws down on Snarl.
Maybe, on a later review of this encounter, Vathmos would use some kind of excuse to justify herself. She could choose to rage, but she was very certain Tanglewood wasn't aware of that. Aurum knew of her Bloodrage, but they didn't know the details. Snarl's words definitely upset her, though. Vathmos was long outcasted from any society of her own, and being outcasted from Tanglewood left her with few options left.
If she thought about it hard enough, and certainly thought outside of herself, maybe Vathmos would agree that the members of Tanglewood didn't like her. She was brash and rude, unemphatic and somehow a fucking lion was the only person to get past her thick skull.
She didn't like that idea though. Vathmos hated rejection. Vathmos didn't want to be alone.
And Vathmos didn't do shit! Snarl was the one calling her that awful fucking name and wouldn't cut it out! She didn't fucking deserve this kind of disrespect, least of all from some other hyena, and in Tanglewood. The spotted felt her blood boil, white hot anger overtaking her brain. Vathmos' black eyes turned a hot blue-white, electricity arcing from her body.
Vathmos had initiated her bloodrage, and she darted forward, aiming to clamp her jaws down on Snarl.
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