05-19-2021, 07:06 PM
There had been the scents of packs, and Bugsy held no interest in them. While he knew in his heart that he had escaped the clutches of his father and family, there was that worry in the back of his mind that these packs knew his father and would take him back. For all he cared, his brother or even little sister could take over the business - they had all seemed more eager than he had.
Griselda, on the other hand, didn’t fear these packs, but merely found them lacking. She would not give over her own power so easily. She had become a boss of her own business and was not willing to give up that taste of power and wealth yet. But after chasing the traitor, she had found herself lost in this new place. She was a boss without her peons, alone with no one to command.
Both could survive on their own. They had been taught to fight and hunt from a young age. Bugsy then had been shown the horrors of business, of working with others. The bloody side with murder and torture. Griselda had wanted those lessons, but instead, she had been given lessons on things deemed for women. Her hatred for her father and mother forcing her into such a position had spread to her hatred for her brothers.
So when Griselda and Bugsy saw each other in this strange land, brother and sister separated and somehow found each other again. There was a long silence between the two, eyes connected and movement stilled. The memories ran between them, and the emotions were being mixed and swished around. Neither knew what they truly thought of one another.
Griselda made the first move. With a snarl, she leaped at her brother without a target. Bugsy reared up as if hugging his little sister softly. But her fangs sank into his shoulder, and he grabbed at her throat. The two wrestled and fought closely, limbs mingling and teeth clacking. It wasn’t a fight to the death, and each wound wasn’t even meant to scar. It was as if they were taking their frustrations out.
Bugsy was the first to submit, his emotions let out and his mind cleared enough to know he didn’t truly want to fight his sister. Griselda nipped at his hips, his shoulders, trying to get him back in the fighting spirit, but he just backed up instead. With no willing fighting opponent, Griselda instead stood there, teeth bared and panting. More silence between the two, as their eyes connected once again.
Griselda, on the other hand, didn’t fear these packs, but merely found them lacking. She would not give over her own power so easily. She had become a boss of her own business and was not willing to give up that taste of power and wealth yet. But after chasing the traitor, she had found herself lost in this new place. She was a boss without her peons, alone with no one to command.
Both could survive on their own. They had been taught to fight and hunt from a young age. Bugsy then had been shown the horrors of business, of working with others. The bloody side with murder and torture. Griselda had wanted those lessons, but instead, she had been given lessons on things deemed for women. Her hatred for her father and mother forcing her into such a position had spread to her hatred for her brothers.
So when Griselda and Bugsy saw each other in this strange land, brother and sister separated and somehow found each other again. There was a long silence between the two, eyes connected and movement stilled. The memories ran between them, and the emotions were being mixed and swished around. Neither knew what they truly thought of one another.
Griselda made the first move. With a snarl, she leaped at her brother without a target. Bugsy reared up as if hugging his little sister softly. But her fangs sank into his shoulder, and he grabbed at her throat. The two wrestled and fought closely, limbs mingling and teeth clacking. It wasn’t a fight to the death, and each wound wasn’t even meant to scar. It was as if they were taking their frustrations out.
Bugsy was the first to submit, his emotions let out and his mind cleared enough to know he didn’t truly want to fight his sister. Griselda nipped at his hips, his shoulders, trying to get him back in the fighting spirit, but he just backed up instead. With no willing fighting opponent, Griselda instead stood there, teeth bared and panting. More silence between the two, as their eyes connected once again.
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