08-30-2020, 03:49 PM
A Pittian was trespassing on their territory. Regardless of what he was doing, Dante was still a trespasser, and one from an enemy group, no less. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that The Pitt had not been subtle in their hostilities as of late. Michael still hadn't forgotten the body that had been found, nor did he forget the fact that Tanglewood's leader had been taken hostage. Maybe it was just the warring hormones in his body talking, but the coyote honestly had very little interest in letting any Pittian anywhere near Typhoon territory, regardless of changes that had gone on unbeknownst to him. The reaver also doubted that Goldie would be pleased about it, considering the captain's longstanding hatred of The Pitt, and everything that it stood for. Needless to say, Dante wasn't in for a good time, regardless of what reasoning the male had for being there.
Michael kept his distance for the moment, considering he was pregnant, and he was far from willing to sacrifice the safety of his pups just to go charging after Dante. Instead, the dark furred male lingered on the shore, his mismatched gaze narrowed and his lips pulled back in a snarl. He growled loudly, raising his voice so that he knew Dante would be able to hear him above the waves, "You! Hey, fucker! You smell of the Pitt, and we're not exactly big fans of your kind around here!" He then lowered his head a little, his voice a condescending grumble as his blunt claws curled against the sand, "I know your territory is a shithole, but that doesn't mean you can just come and invade ours, asshole." The thief didn't want to have to use his elementals, considering they often made him bleed and he didn't know what damage they did to his body. If it came to a fight, however, he'd be willing to pull out all the stops to defend himself and others.
Michael kept his distance for the moment, considering he was pregnant, and he was far from willing to sacrifice the safety of his pups just to go charging after Dante. Instead, the dark furred male lingered on the shore, his mismatched gaze narrowed and his lips pulled back in a snarl. He growled loudly, raising his voice so that he knew Dante would be able to hear him above the waves, "You! Hey, fucker! You smell of the Pitt, and we're not exactly big fans of your kind around here!" He then lowered his head a little, his voice a condescending grumble as his blunt claws curled against the sand, "I know your territory is a shithole, but that doesn't mean you can just come and invade ours, asshole." The thief didn't want to have to use his elementals, considering they often made him bleed and he didn't know what damage they did to his body. If it came to a fight, however, he'd be willing to pull out all the stops to defend himself and others.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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