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Wistful Beast
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The canines of the Onyx Dragons clustered nervously around Roxy, confused and disoriented. One moment they had been fighting in what seemed like a regular turf war, the next there was an explosion and a building consumed by flames. Dogs and wolves alike shifted their weight on their paws, tails held stiffly and ears erect in an alert posture. Everyone was shocked. Conflict had been expected as always, and maybe, just maybe a little flame. Not a whole god damned explosion. This posed a threat to the surrounding buildings and although Roxy didn't care much for the common folk, none deserved their homes burned down. Also, now they may have the authorities on their tails. Being hounded by the police was never fun, however hidden their hideout was. the last thing Roxy wanted was to be holed up in the hideout while the police poked around and the Kitty Kickers rejoiced their cruel act.
Sickening and powerful, the scent of gas and smoke was wafting over towards the huddled Onyx Dragons. To spare her loyal members Roxy ordered them to return to the hideout to recover and help the wounded, urgently pressing them to move. After some mild dissent they turned and obeyed, running away down the alleyway that had led them to this mess. This left Roxy standing alone, only with Muse since she had sent her felines away.
Flickering flames illuminated Muse in the darkness, a light sheen of sweat visible. The girl's brown hair had become a tad bid disheveled in the blast and suddenly Roxy wasn't sure if she wanted to run her hands through the girl's mane of hair or yank it with all of her pent up aggression. Both would be very nice right about now, but Roxy made no effort to approach her ex friend. The werewolf's light blonde hair was also a bit disheveled, parted so the shaved half was completely exposed. Fire seemed to dance about in the reflection of Roxy's chain necklace. For a while she just stared at Muse, feeling angered and more than all, betrayed. This market had been a symbol of their old friendship and within minutes it was sure to just be a burnt corpse. The message was all too clear and Roxy wished to ignore it. It seemed to say, We're over. Move on.
Muse had a gang now. A real functioning gang. And a cruel one at that to execute such a destructive plan. What made the situation worse was Muse's response. A shrug. A simple gesture, too simple. Rage boiled in her heart and turned her insides to knots, jaw clenched tightly and eyes narrowed in aggression and a sort of pain. Then after the curt dismissal, the werecat turned and retreated at the sound of the approaching sirens.
To this Roxy threw her head back and summoned what breath she had left to holler over the tumult, "Fuck you, Muse! Fuck you and your childish gang!"
After throwing this message out there Roxy wasn't content with the treatment she had received. Non gang members could have been killed! Their homes burnt to ashes! this was a serious matter that deserved a curt warning.
"Come back here, bitch!"Roxy called, not as loud as the first message. She shifted back into a wolf mid stride and barreled after Muse, hoping to catch up to her.
Sickening and powerful, the scent of gas and smoke was wafting over towards the huddled Onyx Dragons. To spare her loyal members Roxy ordered them to return to the hideout to recover and help the wounded, urgently pressing them to move. After some mild dissent they turned and obeyed, running away down the alleyway that had led them to this mess. This left Roxy standing alone, only with Muse since she had sent her felines away.
Flickering flames illuminated Muse in the darkness, a light sheen of sweat visible. The girl's brown hair had become a tad bid disheveled in the blast and suddenly Roxy wasn't sure if she wanted to run her hands through the girl's mane of hair or yank it with all of her pent up aggression. Both would be very nice right about now, but Roxy made no effort to approach her ex friend. The werewolf's light blonde hair was also a bit disheveled, parted so the shaved half was completely exposed. Fire seemed to dance about in the reflection of Roxy's chain necklace. For a while she just stared at Muse, feeling angered and more than all, betrayed. This market had been a symbol of their old friendship and within minutes it was sure to just be a burnt corpse. The message was all too clear and Roxy wished to ignore it. It seemed to say, We're over. Move on.
Muse had a gang now. A real functioning gang. And a cruel one at that to execute such a destructive plan. What made the situation worse was Muse's response. A shrug. A simple gesture, too simple. Rage boiled in her heart and turned her insides to knots, jaw clenched tightly and eyes narrowed in aggression and a sort of pain. Then after the curt dismissal, the werecat turned and retreated at the sound of the approaching sirens.
To this Roxy threw her head back and summoned what breath she had left to holler over the tumult, "Fuck you, Muse! Fuck you and your childish gang!"
After throwing this message out there Roxy wasn't content with the treatment she had received. Non gang members could have been killed! Their homes burnt to ashes! this was a serious matter that deserved a curt warning.
"Come back here, bitch!"Roxy called, not as loud as the first message. She shifted back into a wolf mid stride and barreled after Muse, hoping to catch up to her.