#fcrblood

[gallantlion]

Repect your elders.

Thank you for reading my rules!

[fullmxon]

"Leave." An arrow pulled back, his glare almost stone cold, filled with the upmost hatred and sincerity. The stance never pulled back, as if his feet were planted into the ground, unmoving until the silence was cut.

     A chuckle- More like a SNORT left the man in his half wolf form. His lage ears twitched, throwing the cigar down on the ground and stomping it out. “You think them little cupid arrows scare me…. partner…? This here is m a h land.” Eyes pinned on eyes, his pupils swimming with anger. This cowboy wasn’t backing down, no. He was STANDING his ground. “ You best get that pathetic excuse of a weapon outta mah face before ah put you in yer grave fer good. “ 

[ampitup-frogboy-blog]

-jumps into ur inbox and does the hiss-

*softly screams*

[fullmxon]

"Tread lightly, mutt, you have yet to fully understand that I can and will rend you lifeless if necessary."

     Awh great.. He knew that stench from a thousand miles away, and the fella opening his yap just confirmed his ol’ sniffer was right yet again. “ Don’t call me a damn mutt, blood sucker.” He stopped in his tracks as he spoke, hands hooked on his belt before he looked over the brim of his hat at the individual.

     “I suggest you mossy on back home an get off mah territory before I tear you l i m b from l i m b.”