Roleplay - 16th of June

Wrath was glaring coldly at the Shining Stars, they disgusted him, and to think they had reason to actually have the nerve... or stupidity to fight a clan like the Mafia was beyond his possible imagination.

Zara was pacing back and forth, growling to herself. She hated this place. She caught a glance of Wrath and snarled. Not at him, just in general. It was all him, her uncle's fault she was here. If he had just let her in the Blood Spillers she'd be down there with the other Mafia members. She'd probably be in Charlotte's position, or so she thought.

Wrath heard her growl and his ears pinned back against his head, he said in a hoarse voice, "you have something you'd like to say to me?" his voice was like an inferno, burning every bit of nerve anyone would have around him.

"No, Uncle." Zara said coldly. "Do you have something you'd like to say to me?" She asked, sort of mocking him but not with a annoying voice.

Wrath chuckled darkly and turned to face her, he was badly scarred and his eyes had pupils shaped more like slits (like cat eyes in broad daylight), "I'm not the one who growled first now am I?"

"Of couse not. I'm sorry." Zara said in a false voice. She was acting a lot like a moody teenager.

Wrath got up and walked by her, standing taller than her, "You'd learn well to show proper respect to your superior!" he hissed coldly.

"I'm dead." Zara said with a smirk. "Go ahead and do your worst to me, it doesn't matter."

Wrath smirked, "Me and Brook were able to hurt those kits in the heavens, who says I can't do the same to you?"

"Try. I've been in plenty of fights since dying." Zara countered.

Without a second thought, Wrath lunged forward and clamped his powerful jaws shut tight on her throat. He jerked his head back and fourth, and being much larger, he lifted his head then slammed her down. He placed a paw hard against her throat. He didn't say a word, he just started with a disapproving look.

Zara looked up at him. Of course his attack had caused pain, but not much. Like as much as stubbing your toe, maybe a bit more. And the wounds had bled a little, but by now they were already healing, as if they were a few days old instead of a few seconds. "Well, that certainly taught me a lesson." She said and shoved away his paw, getting to her feet. She didn't have Wrath's skill in fighting, but she was pretty good herself.

Wrath jumped forwards and pinned her down. He sank his teeth deep into her shoulder and tore hard at it, even to one who is dead, it would cause a great deal of pain.

Yes it hurt Zara, but she was a tough jill. She wiggled out from Wrath's paw and jumped on top of him. She tore at his neck and head vociously and without mercy. If he wasn't already dead, and as strong as he was, it would've probably kill him.

Wrath laughed at her futile attempt, "Pathetic," he turned and grabbed her by the shoulder again. He whirled his head around and slammed her down hard, "I will always be stronger than you whelp! Learn it! Respect it! Remember it! Or I'll make you, in a way that is too dark for you to even imagine, don't you remember how hard it was for two powerful adult ferrets to kill me? You wouldn't stand a chance." He lowered his teeth to her muzzle, the smell of death was still fresh in his breath. (Hey that rhymes! XD) He snorted in her face then let her up. He turned and simply walked past her with an eerie feel radiating off of him.

Zara snapped at her uncle as he walked past but didn't reply or really attack. She couldn't believe he had called her attack pathetic, it was actually quite a good. She had won fights by startring with that and weakening her opponent. And then she killed them.

As he walked by, he could hear her snap at him and swatted his tail in her face. He bared his teeth into what looked like an evil grin and walked off.

Zara hissed after him and turned back to watching the Mafia. She was watching Dicky, Ginger and Nippsy. Keeping them as slaves was a brilliant idea. Something I would have thought of. She thought, though really she would have just killed them

Wrath could hear thoughts in the realm, but he didn't say anything. stood over the Shining Stars and glared coldly down at them. They were weak, they had just lost one of their leaders and they had barely any control.