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<Avalanche_C> G> You have succeeded and won him. Take your prize and go.
<Avalanche_C> G> I ask that you no longer ....seek to be among this sept.
* Drake looks at him calmly. "And you think I'll ignore my Alpha's orders or the treaty signed between our septs?"
<Avalanche_C> G> I didnt say that.
<Drake> That is the end result of your request.  Which sounded like, at least to start, like an order.
* Avalanche_C looks to him coldly.
<Avalanche_C> G> I asked. I acknowledge you have won Son of the Beta tribe. I ask that you take your winnings and go. Leave.
* Drake smiles at him, looking up at the crinos garou. "You really are a pathetic creature, especially for a Get. Why did Honey leave in tears?"
<Avalanche_C> G> Pathetic? My mate is *none* of your concern.
<Drake> You have no idea what my concerns are.
<Avalanche_C> G> I am no inclined to agree with your opinion considering the thought of murdering and decorating the pyramids with your entrails in light of the holiday season has crossed my mind.
<Avalanche_C> G> Snow on a mountain is a beautiful soft thing until the noise one makes causes it to collaspe and cassade down a mountain at speeds one can not outrun....
<Drake> Try me, Mule.  Better men than you are in the dead in the dessert where the coyotes pick thier bones.
<Avalanche_C> G> I *earned* my name Drake. I suggest you move away from this sept with haste and quietness.
* Drake laughs!
<Drake> HA!
* Avalanche_C flattens his ears at Drake
<Drake> I've earned everything I have.
<Avalanche_C> G> then take what you have...including Tanith and go.
<Drake> No.
<Avalanche_C> G> or I will have all three of us scandalled. I will fall but so will you and Tanith.
<Avalanche_C> G> You have much more to lose than I do.
<Drake> Try it, Mule, and you'll be dead before you know it.
* Avalanche_C bares his teeth.