Heaven is here and Hell is yet to come.

[Selene]

((I haven't figured out how this works, do female wolves have to be claimed?))

Father.... You will die!

Fur of dirty snow, stained red. Not of her own blood, blood of the creatures stupid enough to acctually come across her path. With each step a small snarl emitted from her jowels. Birds chirped and twitted about. Cool crisp winds brushed up parts of the pelt that wasn't clotted and crimson. Each move of her sore muscles just added on to her rage. She was a walking corps slowly on the verge of her hidden hate, pain, and savagery.

She stopped and sniffed a root of a tree. The urine left upon it was that of a male. 'Alpha.' her nares read the sent carefully. Blank ooids of blue and green looked to the spot. This was part of a border, and this terra was that of a male. A growling sigh left her maw as she prepared her calling. This would be the first time in a month that she had tried to come to a pack. Though the Alpha would probably leave her alone and so would the rest of the pack. That would prove to her advantage; she would be able to hide and when she raged she wouldn't be seen.

Giving another growling sigh... she sat on dirty haunches and pointed maw to the heavens. Eyes closed and she parted the deadly clamps. Then a heavenly sound emitted and she threw her song to the heavens and the Alpha. It ran through out the terra and over the land. No beast could mistaken the call, the Lord of darkness would sure to be coming, all the bitch had to do was wait.

[Crow]

Hooded gaze swung in tiny spirals. Snow laden branches wept still with the burden set heavily upon them, drooping with the unucustomed weight and in which some had lost the battle and gave way with a distant crack and thud. Glints of crystal sparkled, shining with the simple light allowed. However dark and treacherous this area was, a little bit of heaven seemed to have still been present. Blood soiled the ash kissed lips as they curled with spite. Massive paw swiped with deadly malevolence, flinging the unworthy snow from the ground. 'Neath all the ivory substance, a glimmer of saturated earth was visible, for now that early winter had come, the snow was light. Snort cleared the slime from nasals, pouring it onto labrums. Hurl of crooked zenith cleared the liquid from his face, tapestry floating up in the process. Bringing rough labrums to form into words.

"Heh. Alone again....eh. But wait then again there is another.."

The bastard stated casually, giving off a slight cackle at himself. Once again shifting his powerful weight from one side to the other. Bones cracked in pistons, silencing as movement paused. The tension eased up as he glanced at the forestry before him, ooids narrowing as he watched with easy movement. Aparently waiting for something. Causing movement again the brute sat upon thick haunches. Tattered harks searched for muffled cries or that of any sound. Yet the only thing that was audiable was the distant movement of weight baring limbs of the massive oaks around him. The beast sat in a pleasnt mood, or so it seemed. He wasn't as placid as his features appeared to set off. But instead he was ravinous, lapping at his anger within his taunted mind. Yet again another feirce tug to the leash and he was set straight. Soon his warm tounge lolled out of his stained maw licking at his deadly razors. Willing to find something that was long gone. The left overs of a meal, the filling crimson liquid.

Yes you could say that this beast missed the taste of a victoms blood. It was an addiction and he the addict, yet no rehab could cure his lust. Even though he maybe carnivorous, none killed for the shrill pleasure as he. Soon hooded gaze lifted so that he could take into veiw the snow ladden branches and watch with amusment as they gave into such weight. Groaning almost as they fell with agony at the preasure the snow had placed too them untill. Finally they cracked and gave way to its own burden. With this the beast stood and looked to the fallen limb. A hefty cackle was given and all was silent again. All except the exception of the dainty crow that had always seemed to follow the charred vesel. The sound of wings and the cacking the bird had made was ringing in Crow's tattered harks. Just the evil laughter excited him. And he to joined in with the laughter with a mournful song. Soon to his advantage the distant call of another caught the beasts attention. Thick dial was placed in it direction and off he had went to go and see the writer of such lyrics.

Heh. This would prove to be intresting even though he had yet to meet the over-ruler of the Darkend feinds he would set foot to heed to the wolvens song. All was silent again as the howling, he thought had stopped or that he had focused in on the on setting rythmic beat to the fowls rapping wings. He had travled further more to the boreders to where the bitch had opposed to proceed with her song. Grey ooids set mark on the vix of white. Movement had ceased and he had remained at a bitter stand still.

Ooids narrowed as he overlooked her. ' is she of heaven or of hell? Be her a lightened creature there shall be much fun with this. BE her a fiend even better.' His mind had raced it self on weather or not to go ahead and be haste or let his charm take place. Proceed the vision of being merely mortal light or being that of a possesive demon? The beast gave way to a stiffled sigh and imbarked forward in haste manners. Tassle was brought curled over the beasts back, threating? Possibly. Massive dial was held with the bitter dignity of a foul creature. Grey ooids seemed harsh and cold, distant and filled with the visions of death. Strings pulled on the devils lips and formed his regal and filthly sickened grin, appearing as if he had just then lost that leash and was now turning to face his insanity.

Still no words were spoken as he approached this female. But then again he wasn't one for being to quite. He was the type to be loud and be heard. Jowls parted releasing soilders, raspy vocals clashed forward all aiming to be coaught but the vix's harks.

"Tisk, Tisk. Heh. Are you for any Devils taking? Or will you proceed to portray a silent moral? Dare to be haste with that of a Crow?"

Jowls clamped down feircly to the breath that was still able to be prisoned. He was finnished for now. Knowing that he had aimed to make no sense but he wasn't the type to be easy to read. To him it was to read into the thoughts behind each and every dilligant word.

[Selene]

Dead jewls looked upon the wolven. Selene gazed silently at the beast that had approached her. She stood, pelt dirty and full of crimson watched the creature. Careful jewls of sapphire and emerald watched the male. She showed no expression to his arrival, he was foul. She could smell it. He was dark, she could taste it. He was angered and blood lusted, she could feel it. All of her senses kicked in. Even her sixth sense, a sharpe aura of heat fled from her body. A small warning, no beast could mistaken her. She had the gift of pyrokinese, control of the element fire. One wrong move and she would be fled into her blood lusted stage of her own, burning everything and raving about nothing.

Ears pricked as masculine vocals touched her ears. "A devil, or a dark angel. Are they one of the same? And I take it that you are the crow? Then I am the moon, Selene." her own riddles mixed with his in a symphoney of light and dark tones. Her voice was dead as her eyes, yet they still held some sort of emotion. So sort of enticing power, that willed a beast to know more about her. Tassel swayed as a cool breeze can and shifted it slightly. A small growl of displeasure passed the heavenly lips.

Yes, right now she was that of a light wolven, yet still held the aurora that she was something much deadlier. A small regal grin of her own pressed on to her lips. She moved slightly to the male, each step as heavenly and beautifully as she. Eyes fixed with his, the dead in them seemingly looking and wanting to take some life into them from his. Then she stoped and stood a few feet from him, a respectful distance, she thought. Then she gave a growling sigh waiting for him to open his clamps and reply.

[Crow]

Amusing, this Bitch. A chuckle whispered through his mind, deep and raspy as his vocals were. The slight shiver he gave as his breath trickled against his skin it was entertaining to watch, a grin mirroring death but in different tempermants. And as her vocals slipped towards tattered harks the chuckle came to life, bellowing out of crimson drenched labrums. Always his kissers were ruby, stained by years of slaughter, murder, and blood. Blood that he craved, sickly metallic. It was a drug, and he an addict. An addict that could not be taken to a rehab, for the craving raged deep inside, bubbling ferociously until the killer nature was released. Desire to shred apart the delicate limbs of life, to bring death to the prey. A red haze threatened eyesight as his charred heart throbbed painfully against frontal volume. Yet a thread of selfcontrol still hung, and he clapsed it with all his might. Insanity would not take over now.

Tossing up heavy crania he took his time to gain back his body, allowing well toned bod to stretch and flex. Muscles rippled as figurine finally relaxed back, thingying his head curiously. At last, gaze swung back to the ess before him, regal and tempting. Lips twitched, ready to pull back into another twist that could represent a smirk. Then they flew apart cruelly, tearing away syllables from his inner chambers.

"Indeed eh? But a devil none the less."

This was interesting, most definetly interesting. Shaking burnt skull at the thought he decided it was true. Perhaps he did whisper alot to himself. Chucking softly Crow. looked toward the ess and watched her heavenly steps as she embarked forward toward him. His tassle stiffened and his regalish features disappeared into an angered look. He listened as a displeasured growl came from the vix's mug. No further sound was emitted forth from the varq's lips. Instead grey ooids met with hers. He stood taller now, knowing all to well that she must earn the respect from him. Even though he was nothing but a pack member of the larger pack he was still an alpha of the valley. Again his lambrums were parted, raspy voacls drifted forth again.

"Captivate me with your story, wench. Why are you here?"

The bastard stated casually, shifting his powerful weight from one side to the other. Bones cracked in pistons, silencing as movement paused. Awaiting now the sounds of the vix.