Haunted Wood Too Close To Other People

5C°, currently it is misty and set during the afternoon. Located in Haunted Woods, phantasm river | ooc notes: huehuehue | tagging: @Valour

Alpha pup suited him well. He had already defended his title against the fat one, now all he had to do was continue to keep it safe with him. No one else deserved the title, everyone else was inferior as far as he was concerned, especially the little parasites who decided to join Lithium and his mom in the den. Seriously, why the hell were they there? There was other mommies in the pack they would leech off of. 

Oh well. Valium was growing more each and every day, stronger, more sure of himself as he wandered further from the den and spending less time there than necessary. Today he found his way to the river, the smooth stones under his paws felt strange but not unpleasantly so. The water looked calm, the chill in the water's residue on the stone-covered beach licked his paws. Valium's banner waved happily at the odd sensation, sniffing the stuff and the rocks to investigate it as he wandered around.

The sight of his den being empty had immediately put him in a bad mood when he woke up. Pushing himself to his paws he tried to stalk out grumpily and ended up gasping and nearly faceplanting as the right front side of his body erupted in pain. Cursing the entire time he hobbled toward the river and spotted Valium wading in the shallows for once ignoring his presence completely as he strode to the shore himself and lowered his muzzle drinking like a man fresh out of the desert. The trip to Easthollow had kicked his ass and upon returning he'd passed out for almost an entire day, drugged on Poppies to ensure he slept in Clay's absence. Now his tongue was like sandpaper inside his mouth and the river water was the only thing he gave a shit about.

Of course, he noticed Valour as he walked in toward the water. Firstly, how dare that guy completely ignore the little prince! He was the Alpha pup after all! Wasn't this guy the Warlord? Shouldn't they have some kind of leadership kinship between them or something?! With a deep frown he stomped his way over the wounded warrior, completely unfazed by the rules of how a pack should work as he is a puppy and this guy was a yearling and all.

You look like a big loser. Completely thoughtless as to how it might make the Warlord feel or react, Valium just lets it all hang loose with cutting, sharp words. Unlike this guy, Valium felt like a winner after his fight against Famine. Despite some scrapes and bruises against milk teeth that he didn't think were any different than adult teeth, honestly, he felt quite powerful.

Water sloshing brought his attention to Valium standing before him but he continued drinking to thirsty though his tail stirred at his hinds. Then came the child's biting comment and he paused tongue sliding slowly inside his maw and teeth clicking shut. Abaddon had ran off like a weakling scoring a cheap shot, those lynx had ended up shredded apart. Valour was secure in his own safety but because he gave absolutely zero fucks and hated how the kid suddenly turned on him he replied "And you're a giant brat" lifting his head while swinging it toward the boy to knock him back out of his space.

Brat! Brat! Brat! Brat! He says back obnoxiously, swinging his head from side to side in a metronome-like motion, awkwardly large ears flopping from side to side with gravity pulling them their proper side. Brat! Brat! Brat! Bra- His little chant only ended when the yearling bumped him hard enough to knock him back.

Still high on his victory and sheer thoughts of "better than thou" for no apparent reason other than self-inflicted dickatry from lack of discipline - he quickly springs forward with the vigour reserved for children full of never-ending energy and aims his little needle-like teeth in the still fresh enough wounds on Valour's chest, just enough in his reach with a little hop he would aim to grab on and dig in.

How could he ever have thought this kid was cute? The sing songy chant was part of what fueled his temper resulting in the shove which succeeded in shutting him up. Standing tall he was about to snort smugly when the kid sprang at him and latched to his chest where the Lynx had ripped it's claws deep into him. As Valium hung on the young Warlord lifted his head and tucked his muzzle, jaws fastening into Valium's scruff and ripping him away neck swinging to fling the boy back yet again as he stared at his yet again re opened wound "Are you serious?" he growled turning an angry glare upon the boy "you'll learn not to do that" his voice rumbling as he started moving toward him.

Of course he was serious! He was the alpha pup after all, it was a serious role! Feeling insulted that Valour would just push him aside like this when he was the star pupil, the one carrying these damn losers along even as they invaded his space! He should be thanked!

Valour tossed him away again by grabbing his scruff, something the pup had plenty of and was use to it being grabbed and carried - but not like this. Twisting and turning around to get back onto his feet, mud now painting his little canvas in a dirty veil from head to toe as he stared defiantly to the Warlord before hoping again to grab another mouthful of the larger boy to show just how tough he truly was!

As Valour closed in the pup recovered with that god awfully impressive speed. Fangs dug into his left shoulder and the pain left him fully done being gentle. With the intent to leave a mark Valour lunged for whatever could get hold of and as his jaws met he shook roughly, tail arching above his back with one of the nastiest snarls he'd been pissed off enough to produce lately. Releasing the kid he'd circle to get a defensive angle, tucking his chin to guard up on his bloody chest his eyes wary but expectant of another attack.

Even if he was a child, Valium knew well enough what he was doing. He knew he was picking on Valour and yet he didn't care. He was the great prince of the original Warlord! The mighty monster people kept talking about, it made him a monster by blood too - and he would do his daddy proud no matter what. But even that didn't stop him from screaming out when Valour dug his fangs just a little more into Valium's soft skin, drawing blood as the little boy wriggled and pawed, trying his best to bite at the bigger boy's snout. 

There was no other attack. The young boy was too focused on the new pain he felt, something way different than what he felt against Famine. Eventually, he would clue into the difference in their teeth being that factor but for now, all he did was roll around on the ground trying to lick the wound on his shoulder and completely forgetting about what was going on previously. 

Rolled a fail! This is three rounds so I'm good with ending it soon!

The scream was like an instant dousing in ice water.

Watching with a carefully practiced stoic expression as Valium rolled around in pain, Valour thought just for a moment he'd taken it too far. Then he felt a drop of his own blood hit his paw and looked to see his chest and shoulder seeping blood again and decided that the lesson was well deserved. Not saying anything yet he watched Valium lick his wounds, feeling the surge of power that was spoiled by the guilt he felt for hurting him. The image of the pinecone weilding pup came to mind and he sighed softly, shaking his head and fighting off the guilt in turn to angrily scold him "You deserved that. You've left me with even longer to heal up"  there was a pause where he would try and gauge the reaction to that, would it be pleased or contrite? "You're on your way to following right in your daddy's footsteps and that's not a good thing" he wondered if Valium knew anything about that, the fact that his father was long since dead and decomposed. It was a truly nasty thing to say to a child but it was a harsh reality here, if Valium attacked the wrong person he'd get himself hurt and worse. "Go see your mother for the bite and don't ever attack me again" he said and turned around content to leave Valium there though he would hang around to ensure that he did in fact go to Serem's den.

You can fade with you next post if you want!

He hated him. Just because he was bigger didn't mean he was better than the little prince. Ignoring the bigger guy while focussing on his own wounds, he would simply wallow in it a little longer, let it fester in an unhealthy manner in his psyche instead of learning how to deal with his frustration and anger in a healthy way. No, he was vengeful. Once he could, he would show Valour who was boss. Instead of going to see his mom for the bite he would go into the water to wash himself off instead, hoping it would calm the sting and clean it on its own.

He'll see, they'll all see one day.

End :)