Shadowchaser appeared from out of the bushes, hackles raised at the reek of death. She despised these undead creatures as what they were...abominations. "Whatever you're doing, I recommend you cease frightening her," she growled, soft and low. She would not stand by as another was tormented by one of these...creatures, even if they were lycan or didn't belong to her pack.
Shadowchaser snarled as her hackles raised further. "You underestimate our kind," she snapped. She felt no fear as she looked at the undead, only a burning hatred of such a twisted thing. "What do you think flesh is? Not just fat, but muscle, you dolt. Then again, maybe death has rotted your brains." She snorted. "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised."
Shadowchaser snarled. "I know better than that," she growled. "Your kind loves the taste of fear. You deliberately frightened her." She spat. "Abominations, all of you. You should be moldering where you died, where you belong. Unnatural freak." She glowered at the undead, fire-colored eyes blazing.
Shadowchaser didn't back down. "Because your kind should not even exist...you're a freak of nature." She tossed her head and growled softly. "This lycan did nothing to you. Preying on other Elkaven, once your own kind...disgusting."
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