Roleplay - 5th of October

Manas watched Samara. He thought she looked awesome. Rahi didn't really care, he thought that the pups were undersestimating the power of male leaders...

Slaughter snorted, he didn't see her as much of a threat, he just found her behavior weird.

Samara looked away. She wasn't a threat..if she was treated kindly.

Slaughter smirked, no one would be treated kindly in this mob.

Samara looked and walked over at Slaughter. Am I pretty?

Slaughter just narrowed his eyes, Why would I care? He snorted, looks aren't something to be minded.

Samara wasn't pleased with this answer. She raised one of her paws with her horrible long claws and gave him a red cut by the side of his mouth. Then she scurried back to Simmons, under him. If Slaughter was going to attack her, he'd have to attack Simmons too.

Slaughter snarled loudly. He charged full speed at her, not caring that Simmons was in the way.

Simmons barked. The group needed order and now. He scent-marked Samara, then called for Juamba to deal with her fate. He then barked multiple times. This group needs to learn respect! Trying to kill each other is only going to tear us apart and make us weak to rival groups!

Although she saw Simmons as weak, Psycho beleived he was right. This group was falling apart. If she was in charge...things would be different.

Schemes watched with awe at Samara. She was awesome. She was someone worth looking up too in this mob.

Slaughter didn't care, he wanted to tear Samara apart.

Samara watched. Unafraid. Perhaps if she were older, she could rearrange Slaughter's mouth to match hers.

Slaughter snarled and lunged at her, he was ready to rearrange her entire face.

Samara was under Simmons again and smirked. Her face was damaged enough. This male was too full of himself. She licked her unique long claws, but she was ashamed of her dull teeth.

Slaughter hissed and bared his knife sharp teeth. He dove down and grabbed Samara by the nose, he pulled hard and dragged her out from under Simmons as he thrashed his head from side to side.

Samara dug one of her nails in Slaughter's eye to get him to release. She ignored her cut on her nose and ran under Juamba and more members of the group this time. Obviously this male has no fear of disrespecting the dominant male, but disrespecting the dominant female would get him attacked by the whole group.

Slaughter screeched in anger, he snarled loudly at Samara, then he smirked, hiding behind a dominant for protection? Sounds pathedic don't you think? Coward! He looked to get her angry and have her come out from behind Juamba.

Samara looked. She wouldn't get angry. Unlike him, she was smart, she was only a pup. Why would she risk fighting?

He snorted, fine, but once a coward always a coward, you'll never be worth fighting. He turned and strutted off.

Samara smiled. She opened her cutted mouth wide again and stuck out her tongue.

Slaughter rolled his eyes and kept heading off, he muttered to himself, freak.

Samara giggled. rat

Slaughter smirked, flea-faced weirdo.

Samara giggled. dripping riot. She giggled at his insolence. He was childish. She'd just end it there. She looked up. Mommy..

Juamba growled at each of the members, scent-marked and hip-slammed them in an attempt to gain control.
Bored, Juvita headed below ground.