There was a fight....another one...between the two dominits in the group...every one clear out of their path, backed off with their fur up and their ears flat to ther skulls.
No one wanted to get in the way of this fight...they were always at each other's throat no matter what...no one even knew who started them, cause on minute every one would be lazying around in the sun thinking to them selves and brathing in the crisp summer air, with the spice and the musk and the smell of earth and...welll HOME.
But now the air was tanted with the smell of blood....metalic and rich, with a spice all it's own...the air was stale with it within seconds and we moved our lazing to a diffrent spot and let them go at it.
After what happend last time when some one tried to stop them from fighting, no one lifted a paw, not darring or wanting to get it ripped off my thrashing jaws that clamped down on anything that got near.
I sighed and watched...wishing they would stop this...one day they were going to take it to fair and one of them would end up died... but hay you never know maybe it's all a big joke.....Yeah a BIG BAD JOKE right?
DeathRose "New One" Intrigued
- 16 years, 8 months, 2 days ago
