Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

[size=x-small]I am confused about the post order, if this is wrong someone tell me in there next post. I'll fix it if it is. : )[/size]

Crescendo's pelt rippled apprehensively as more wolves arrived. He had never been the most social, even at such an exciting scene he didn't like to many wolves here. What irritated him most was that the russet one heed not their words, intent, it seemed, on killing Slade. He had no time to consider jumping into the fray, however. Crescendo sunk low when the dark queen approached, his silver eyes evaluating her ever move. She was beautiful, this queen, but sadly already taken by the pale one, Bane. Her anger and outrage was clearly written on her face and stance, and with her words, Crescendo smiled coldly. "Gladly, ma'am."

With naught a sound, the night pelted warrior leaped into the fray, pelt rippling like water. He aims for the back of the fucking idiot, his excited mind barley holding onto logic and cunning. Slavering jaws open wide, ready to clamp down on the neck of the imbecile on contact, forelegs ready to clamp around the brute, hold him in place while glinting daggers of teeth dig deep into his flesh. He can already imagine the blood, the taste of victory in every sense.