Little Bit Of A Story That I Might Write...

Quill had never been so utterly and purely pissed off.

She pulled her lips back into a canine snarl as she neared Mara's den, growling the she-wolf's name and bristling.

"Mara!" She howled. "Mara, you twisted b!t(h, come and face me!"

Mara didn't exit the den.

Quill dug her claws into the ground, a growl permanently stuck in her throat. "Cowardly tail-chaser!"

The nose of a cream-colored she wolf poked out of the den. The sun glittered off of the amber flecks in her fur, and she smiled sleazily

"Quill! Dear friend, how are you?"

Quill snarled, silver-and-white brindle fur standing on end. "Don't play games with me, b!t(h. What is wrong with your brain, that you thought it would be okay to hang off of Rook's shoulder like an over-grown cat in heat?"

Mara blinked innocently. "Rook's a big boy, Quill. He can choose for himself if he wants me around."

Quill refrained from leaping at the taunting vixen and ripping her throat out. "Rook is to innocent to notice your intention of being his second fur!" She took a step forward, green eyes glinting with hatred. "Rook is my mate, Mara."

Mara smiled. "Really? He hasn't said anything about it to the pack, has he? And he still likes to meet me in nice, private areas where we like to 'talk'-"

Quill cut her off with a sharp bark. "Thats enough, Mara. Just... Leave Rook alone. He doesn't know that you have such a... A thing for him. You know that I love him. And you... You just don't."

Mara's pretty face was suddenly solemn, and her amber eyes glowed in their depths. "So what if I want the strongest pups in the pack? Must I love that babbling idiot just to have a few children?"

Rage flooded through Quill at the insult. She couldn't stand it. She launched herself at Mara, fangs bared, and she prepared rip the smaller wolf's throat out.

Mara laughed. "Going to kill me?"

Quill reinforced her grip on Mara's shoulders, pinning her firmly to the ground. "Stay away."

Mara spat at her. "Make me."

Quill snarled, then lunged. She sank her teeth deep into the creamy wolf's neck, tasting the rich blood that flowed freely into her jaws. Mara yelped, striking out with her hind legs to kick the larger wolf away. She slashed angry claws across Quill's eye, trying to lock her own jaws on Quill's throat. She shuddered, and Quill could feel a deep satisfaction as she felt Mara's life ebb away beneath her jaws.

She released the she wolf, who glared at her with pure hatred. Quill licked the blood off of her lips.

Mara was dead.

And Quill had never been happier.

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AN

Quill is basically a roleplay character that I've had for a while, and she's freaking crazy. And that is why I love her. Hope you liked! Please comment and tell me weather or not to turn this into a story!