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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">If it was any consolation, it wasn't anything personal for Angie. She didn't like to be manhandled by anyone, let alone a complete stranger who was bashing her beloved wolves and... okay, so maybe it was personal at that point. Neither knew each other's backgrounds, and from where she stood... it was some crazy bitch in complete denial about herself. Some might call the girl naive but Angie knew they wouldn't hurt her, let alone intentionally. If anything... the Alpha tended to go out of his way and gave her a damn babysitter to try to ensure her safety. Even if she didn't like to be babysat, the snarl from the large black wolf had the girl looking up at Roman who put his arm out to further push Angie out of the way, but not out of view. He didn't want her getting caught in the crossfires of a possible fight, knowing well that wasn't what Cyprian would want either. Reluctantly, and with a couple swats of her hands to Ro's arm, she complied to his guiding pushes to get her behind him. Just for her head to poke out between his side and arm to watch what was happening with youthful curiosity and fascination of how things worked in their world. Even if she knew she wouldn't be able to be a part of it like them, she was still involved comfortably. <br/>
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The inky black wolf had stalked forward with a deep, guttural snarl, displaying dominance and rank right off the bat. If his sheer size and confidence in footing didn't state his position, the reaction of the crowd would surely drive that nail in deep. Did he <i>expect </i>her to submit so easily? It was hard to say. Some calculated their odds by his size and collected respect, if they didn't know who he was, that is. Cyprian Deacon was a force to be reckoned with, and his pride showed in every large-pawed step he took, edging closer to the female. While he wasn't opposed to newcomers partaking in the celebration of the Lykaia festival, 'cause excessive problems or overstepping boundaries to his pack was a good way to blacklist oneself in his book. Or at least raise a red flag and put him in a foul mood. <br/>
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As he drew within the confines of the circle, the intensity of his stare didn't cease when she averted his gaze. Even without looking, there was a weight held in his unrelenting stare. Soul-bearing, as if nothing else existed but the target in front of him that stirred more snarls from his belly, formed the wrinkles of his snout when his lips pulled back from the teeth and pulled his nose upward. Her seeking a lack of conflict didn't seem to phase him, not until she showed some form of submission and it remained that way as he stood there. Did he expect her to submit so easily? The answer could only lie with her. But did she expect him to relent and shrug off the incident just because she averted her gaze? To a wolf he knew better, perhaps. But to him... she was a stranger in their midst. Even if he'd arrived late to the party, he wasn't ignorant to what had been going on, catching the ass end of the conflict between her, Angie and Roman. He'd hardly cared to interfere, watching on to try to catch a glimpse of the woman causing so much trouble at his event. It hadn't been until her cries of agony and sudden change brought out the Alpha in him, stirred his true self to rise to the surface and step in. It wasn't that he had his doubts in Roman, but he simply didn't find it to be his place. <br/>
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Even now as the newcomer chose her more submissive posture, the lowering of her head that he hadn't wasted time in taking advantage of. His own head didn't lower, but held high as he stared down at her making those persistent snarling sounds. Keeping the stare, he took notice of the ferocity in her eyes that etched a cold pit of distrust in the whole situation. No amount of submissive posture would lead him to believe it true until he would have her flat on her back and belly up, he was sure of it. No submissive bore so much ferocity to him when looking at him. Not even Roman, who he'd seen tear others apart limb from limb with the psychopathic tendencies of a deranged madman. When displaying his dominance, there was still a softening of ferocity towards Cyprian, true submission. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Cyprian knew damn well Roman didn't want the responsibilities Cyprian had to deal with. Never the less, looking into this wolf's gaze... there was a touch of respect mixed with distrust. Perhaps a challenge of some sort that intrigued him, but he wouldn't lower himself enough to claim her a threat just yet. The fact it was a <i>her </i>at all was enough to pique his interest to not simply attack from the get-go. <br/>
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Those golden pools bore into her as she edged closer, those dominant snarls escalating in warning before he felt and saw the brush of her muzzle to his that tore a viscous, almost rabid snarl from his muzzle as his lips pulled back more, his mouth opening with a sharp and quick snap of teeth with the sideways jerk of his head. Whether a nip struck or he simply caught air didn't matter to him but the message it portrayed. Cyprian Deacon wasn't a man to be swayed by any woman, or any act of sucking up to him... which was precisely what it felt like to him. His aggressive posture seemed to shift accordingly, the hackles of his shoulders rising with his growing irritation. He seemed to take better to her sniffing him than trying to bump snouts with him, yet his distrusting gaze never left her as that sound seemed never ending from his muzzle. He seemed relieved when she started to draw back and portray more submissiveness to him... and he only had a split second to realize the depth of her ruse. His head jerked to the side once he felt her canines sink into his muzzle, tearing another rabid growl from him as he stepped sideways to tear free and away from her teeth. Those eyes had turned from distrusting and <i>relatively irritated </i>to absolutely <i>furious. </i><br/>
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Wasting no time in a retaliation, the black wolf's large mouth opened as he lunged for her with a rage-filled viper like snap of teeth, sinking his teeth into the thick part of her neck. His head jerked and wretched to the side, taking advantage of his own body weight to drag her off balance and to the ground. The sudden attack had the crowd pushing back further in case it got crazy, but Cyprian's attention seemed to be solely on the wolf with the audacity to bite his goddamn sniffer. <i>Who the fuck does this cunt think she is? </i>Abusing the combination of their body weight and his teeth placement, he'd use the brunt of his chest to finish the rest of the maneuver, lifting his left paw to try to flip or roll her onto her side or back as he snarled against the tuft of her neck in a fit of anger. </span></span>