Post by Blackburn on Oct 28, 2018 20:07:04 GMT -6
E R É M O N
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
Erémon glanced at the dirty male next to the gingery cream, Scar Face or Pierre... Whatever his name was. Erémon didn't really care. But he did notice the male seemed stressed, nervous, probably scared. A small smirk twisted the corners of Erémon's lips, he found this amusing. Scar Face probably felt threatened by him, afraid of loosing his girlfriend to such a good looking, Charming guy perhaps?
Erémon's attention was then abruptly brought to a new scent, a female wolf. His crimson eyes glanced around the snow covered landscape, scanning over all the wolves who had once taken part of the group until they landed on a grey and tan female strutting towards them. And boy was she something to look at! Erémon's gaze rested on her, his brow raised in pure interest.
"Men, you know how they are. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me I'm yours'." She said as she walked past them. That swagger in the way she walked, that smooth coat, she had to be the best looking female Erémon had seen yet. Maybe. As she walked by he inhaled her scent, maybe he'd track her down later, he wasn't above a little stalking.
"While I'm sure I no longer have your attention, I do have one question. Have you noticed an actual pack in the area?" At first Erémon didn't notice the cream and white female speak, but he then registered it in his head that she might be talking to him. "Heh? Oh, right, yeah..." He stuttered, turning back to the female. "There's supposed to be this new pack that moved in early this morning, led by some big strong guy or something." He let a short scoff. "Where they are I don't know, or hardly care." He finished.
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