Got To Stay Low (Cymopoleia)

[~Snow~]

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[atrb=background,http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/6505/snowmid2copy.jpg,true] The Tibetan Mastiff walked through the entrance and into a cave. It was was big enough for her and maybe five others. But as of now only she and one of the hunters, Cymopoleia slept there. What the wolves didn't know was Cymp was also the alpha of the Rebel pack. Sore legs moved her to a corner and she plopped down on her side. Oh how she hated the wolves....well except one, Briar. That was the one female she'd met so far along with another which was a loner who she hadn't gotten a name from since she was a loner. Snowfoot licked her leg which had a bit of dried blood on them. A smug expression went on her face. She was out scouting earlier this morning just before the sun rose and ran into a male wolf who really thought she'd respect him. Most dogs probably would but Snow was not one and she proved that to him by a little scuffle you could say. The mastiff may be a scout in reaper but she was a deadly killer in the rebel. Breathing out she laid her head down over on the cavern floor. The male's scent was just slightly on her so it'd be nothing but the dried blood still lingered in some places. She was sure Cymopoleia would not be happy to smell that she'd killed a lone wolf but the male deserved it. In her head. "Oh well what's done is done" she said softly. "I speak." I think. Tags: Cymopoleia Notes: Wow my girl's a killer Muse: 8/10 Words: 377

[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=background,http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/backgroundforcymmiedogtable.png] Cymmie was walking back from an unsuccessful kill, thoughts of anger and frustration already implanted in her mind when she scented wolf blood drifting from the caves. A growl rippled through her, hopefully it wasn't her dogs starting a fight. She didn't need the rebellion to be revealed before it was ready. She hurried to the Catacombs as fast as she could without drawing attention to her state of adrenaline. No sounds of a fight drifted to her on the wind but the sweet smell of blood grew stronger. Cymmie readied herself for a fight, her hackles bristling as she turned into the cave entrance. A bloody Snowfoot greeted her eyes. It was from her that the smell of wolf blood came from. A snarl lifted the hybrid's lip and she growled low and dangerous. Flames of anger erupted in her mahogany eyes and she stared down the much bigger dog with no fear, "What did you do?" The whisper hissed out from between teeth as she tried to keep others from noticing. Her tail arced high over her back and her ears pressed so flat against her skull that she looked devilish as she bared her teeth. Usually Cymmie favored dogs, she was kind and understanding, but when someone stoked the waiting fires of her fury she was like a totally different dog. She was almost blind with anger. She could and would attack those she saw fit. She was a dangerous dog sometimes, because it was hard to tell what would set her off. She seemed to tower above the mastiff, when really she didn't even when Snowfoot was laying down. But because her anger was so palpable it made her that much more intimidating. It was one of the reasons she was a good alpha. Words: 305 Muse: Good Song: Mz. Hyde- Halestorm "SPEAKING"

[~Snow~]

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[atrb=background,http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/6505/snowmid2copy.jpg,true] She had just closed her eyes when she heard someone come inside the den and she breathed in smelling Cymopoleia. 'Here we go' she thought glumly and opened her eyes as the female asked what she had done. Lifting her head she stared at her for a moment before looking away saying through a slight grumble "I didn't do anything. The blasted male did." Snow refused to look at Cymmie still as she sat up saying "If the wolf hadn't started it I wouldn't have had to finish it. You know I can't turn down a open fight anyways. Besides he was a loner and you know I don't respect them unless they were looking to join. And he wasn't believe me" Turning her head she looked back at her Rebel leader seeing how mad she was. Snowfoot sighed looking down "Don't worry. Nobody's gonna find out. His scent is barely on me anymore." "I speak." I think. Tags: Cymmie Notes: ~ Muse: 5/10 Words: 157