Blackfoot Forest counterpoint

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The Roman watched as the fur on the arctic female's spine began to bristle too, he felt a flicker of satisfaction for he was knew this female was scared of him and rightly so too. How dare she trespass upon his lands just to go and meet up with his pathetic little boyfriend. This was not how it worked, you did not just randomly wander into claimed lands especially by a Roman and talk to a potential mate who was apparently a captive of the pack she had trespassed in. Like did she have a death wish or what? Apparently she did for she spoke again, insolently saying she had done nothing to his land. That he had no reason to be offended when she haven't even touched a pincone yet.

And she did not move back. He broke into a offensive stance, crouching down, ready to leap, tail arching dominantly over his back. Lips drawn back in a snarl, revealing gleaming ivory fangs, ears cutting through the air as it flattened against his skull. Silver eyes gleaming with the trademark Angelus Mortis glint, harsh and bright as they drove into the arctic creature's orbs. The fur along the strong curve of his spine bristling angrily. "If you touched a pinecone, fool, it would be too late for your pathetic little life." a low deep growl slipping from between his lips as he advanced with the grace of a panther but carrying the strength of a lion. Eyes looking upon her with the precision of a predator, like she was the tiny piece of prey.

"You will move back now, quisquilan, unless you really want to descend to Pluto's realm in pieces. Your little boyfriend won't be too happy seeing your meshed up flesh with your bones on top would he? Do yourself a favor, excerebrose stultos and move backwards now!" he meant it, and he would not spare her a thought when the life bled out of her eyes. He had given her so much warnings and she did not heed his command, if she moved backwards now, she might escape clinging onto her pathetic little shitty life. Jupiter and the gods would curse her little soul and at that moment, he felt the dies pater (shining father) wreath around him, giving him strength, she deserved to die.