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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 19, 2009 8:46:12 GMT -5
Raffa nodded and listened, then wondered if his family would ever search for him. He wanted to catch them in a corner and rip all of their throats out little by little to show them what they would have to pay for. His eyes narrowed. He would rule by fear. Maybe. He would leave this pack eventually. Maybe. He hated this pack. Definitely. Walking forward, the famillier smells of camp filled his nostrils. He sighed and arched his back to reposition their prey.
"So...do you think there would be a chance of me finding my family? To kill them I mean."
He searched Gunnolf for an answer and waited silently, itching to figure out how he would track those insolent, annoying, undeserving wolves down and kill them one by one, picking them off. Dragging them away and burying them so that the others still have hope. And when there was one wolf left he would pretend he came back, then lead them to each grave and force them to dig up their own family. Yes...it was delicious. But...it wasn't in the near future.
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Post by blazepelt on Jan 20, 2009 21:36:11 GMT -5
Gunnolf looked at the younger wolf, trying to figure out why anyone would want to kill their own family. True, he killed his own kin, but his mother would punish him with her teeth when he played too rough. He hadn't known his own strength as a pup, and was only testing out his fangs. He hated his family, and too young to understand he was taking a life. He would have stopped if he could. but killing was a drug. He couldn't get enough of it after he tried it and became addicted.
"Raffa, there's close to zero chance you'll ever see them again. If you do, don't kill them. Once you become a murderer, you can't stop killing. I've almost died countless times because I had to fight off multiple wolves without anyone to back me up. I would suggest not killing at all. Go ahead and run off if you want, but at least don't kill your own family."
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