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Wolf Heathen stands there and shakes his head for a moment. What didn’t this kid get? It’s not hard to figure out when someone wants nothing to do with you. But IN SPITE of the fact that he flat out told him to his face AND beat his ass in the ring, Lorcan insists on interaction. It’s inevitable really, its not like Wolf could wipe him of the face of the earth. And they’re both too stubborn to just walk the fuck away.

“Really? We’re doing this? Fine. ONE, I don’t do ‘hugs’ and even if I did, you’d be the last motherfucker on earth I’d give one to. TWO I’m not afraid to be happy. You’re all wrong. Everyone else is afraid of me being happy. Because when I’m content someone is in unspeakable pain. When I’m happy, people tend to have gotten hurt. I’m not going to lie, I was a bit surprised when I found out you were here. No, surprised isn’t the word I want. More like…physically ill. So, yeah. Happy new year or whatever.”

Lorcan smirked, nodding his head. Wolf Heathen was always looking for a fight. Always. He’d ride it out for now, but he was well aware of how this could end.

“I curse every bird with wings like yours.”

Wolf Heathen grinned slowly, taking a step towards him and lowering his voice a bit.

“Now, what the fuck do you want? A trip down memory lane is only going to get your face plastered against the concrete, so think before you speak.”

He folded his arms and sighed a bit, waiting for Lorcan’s reply.

 

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Wrong side of the bed? Try wrong side of life. It shouldn’t surprise Lorcan that Wolf Heathen would be hostile. He is a pugnacious being. Blood or not, matters not to him. Especially since almost everyone in his bloodline off’d themselves or just sat idly by being content in their putrid state of existing. No. Wolf was different and had nothing but contempt for anything or anyone who reminded him of what he came from. Lorcan, being that someone in this instance. Its not baggage as Wolf Heathen is incapable of giving a fuck, its more like severe irritation. You can’t put the past behind you when its staring at you with a dumb ass grin on its face…

“You shouldn’t care about anyone when no one cares about you. Thought you would have learned that by now. Or do you still hold some kind of sick love for humanity? It will get you nowhere, I suggest you stop trying to be so accommodating and start fighting back instead of  doing whatever this is.”

Wolf sighed, advice is definitely not what he was planning on giving Lorcan. But if he was here, he might as well try and stop Lorcan from being the failure and coward everyone else in the family turned out to be. If for no other reason than to save himself from the embarassment of being related. If you’re going to come from similar stock, you better fucking act like it.

“Take your ‘newly awakened rage’ and go use it. Stop wasting both of our time with this bullshit. We are the product of 4 billion years of evolution. Apparently it skipped you. Get your shit together and maybe I’ll give you another shot at this title. I doubt it though, I don’t think you’re traumatized enough to act out on your rage. You have no base for hatred. You’re not the product of grotesque tragedy. Suffice it to say, you’re no ME.”

Wolf laughed to himself quietly, shrugging a bit as if to say the truth hurts, deal with it…

 

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Wolf Heathen sighed loudly, rolling his eyes a bit and adjusting his title. Really? This is why people suck. They don’t listen to anything except what they want to hear. He was two seconds from walking away, lest he start a manual replay of Adrenaline.

“You know…never mind, forget it. It’s useless. You don’t GET ready for a match like that, you simply are ready. I’m always ready for a good fight, especially one that involves the risk of bodily injury and blood. That’s all I’m after. Make him suffer. Simple as that. He no longer has a face or a name, he’s just another body for me to ruin. Just another drop of blood around Elisabeth’s neck. I won’t stop at a drop, mind you. I want it all. The weapons involved will cause catastrophic damage. To both of us no doubt., but I won’t stop. Blade on the other hand, He’ll stop. He has no choice.”

Wolf raised a brow with a sinister grin on his face, just thinking about the match was more than enough to get his mind off of his current situation. Damage, and blood. Oh, there will be blood.

“Use your head Lorcan. Pain works FOR me, not against me. And ask Matt Ward what seeing my own blood does. Oh, that’s right. You can’t. Because he’s gone. I have shit to do and I don’t like to keep my Queen waiting…”

Wolf took a step to walk away but Lorcan stopped him.

“This better be fucking DIRE, I swear to god. This better be worth it or I’ll drag your ass to Elisabeth myself and let her sort you out…”

He glared at Lorcan, awaiting his response.