A wolven fae

[blizzard]

Porcelain frame moved slowly 'cross the terra. Pads left deep marks on the damp geo, and the wind whipped at her stormy pelt. Furr clung to her bodice, being grabbed at by the greedy wind. Plume waved lightly with every step as the lupine fae moved into the heart of the claiming lair. Blizzard halted, dial high, trap parted to reveal glittering fangs. Tongue hung from her maw, yet she was not tired. Merely saving energy after her long run. Ebon nose twitched, reading the story the wind brought her.

She could see lupines in the distance, and could smell them, too. Usually a fem and a brute. Deep in the woods, behind her, a fawn and it's mother grazed. But they were too strong to think about chasing. She wasn't very hungry, anyway. A rabbit hid in it's burrow at the edge of the forest, cowering away from all the predatores. What would be the point to scrabble her paws over the entrance, cutting them on sharp rocks, and not even get a meal?

You'll never know unless you try.

So Blizzard, once more, started to move out of the forest. A crow cawed meliciously at her, jeering. She broke into a two-beat, langthy pillars carrying her lightly over the loam. Emeralds swayed about her paws, tugged here and there by the wind. Amber orbs searched over the topography.. Nothing interesting. A plain feild next to the woods.

Just try. You've got nothing to lose.

A few trees with knarled trunks scattered on the grassy plains. Proud trees. They did not bow in submission to the wind. Rather, they stood tall, dignified. The grass was just the opposite. The jade stems bowed low, not a bit of dignity in them. To weak to have a choice. Too weak.

Take a try. I'm telling you now. Do it.

Blizzard reached the center of the claiming lair, lending weight to her haunches and halting. The breeze ruffled her neck furr, passing over her deep, strong chest. A low, quiet growl escaped her, and she eased words of her tongue.

"Does anyone dare try to claim me?"

Let's see.. Corners of her mug lifted in an evil grin, salmon tongue hanging lightly, though not lazily. Her expression dared a brute to come. For she would not go with just any.

Take the chance. Take the plunge. I dare you. Let's just play.

(OOC: no muse.. and that is my first time doing it with the italic phrase stuffs in between.. I made my dumb ones up.. LOL. This is my claiming post on entity, so she is a little different here, but no muse!)

[Jenga]

No, but I dare you to shut it, if you even can. It's a real shame that not many people other than me like little darlings, that really don't talk all day and all night, like you. One's that annoy others to no extent with their curt little fragments, thinking they're ever so large. Newsflash, dear. I dare to claim you. Just because I can. Because I'm bored. So cut to the chase, and spit out all your dowdy excuses, just like all the others. See if I gain a true passion, or lust for you. Orchid reeled back into a hilled shape, wrinkling slightly. The femme wanted to be claimed. So be it. She could have a meaningful life as a present to Tala, or a follower to himself. Since the vibes twisted, there haddn't been room for hate, or anger. Nope. Perhaps this time, the femenine would catch the drift. Just maybe. She was cordially invited, anyway. So, wench. I'm supposing you'll, again, be like all the others, and rapidly throw out words that aren't even real, or, as you would hope, to have an effect on me. Just instead of telling me what they call you. Pendulum drifted behind the charred carcass of the brutus, salmon lingering out of his bugle opening. Oh. This was fun. Fun indeed. So, femm, there anything you were looking for specifically? A knight in shining armor? A male to sire your pups? A high rank? If so, you're only in luck for one of those. I'll let you guess which one. Grin peeled over the facade of the darq lupid, canids flowing over with saliva spread by pink. It really did depend. Why was precious time being wasted away from Acamar? Away from Yvonnet or Chance? That was a d i f f e r e n t kind of situation with them. This time, it was about power, anguish, hate. Not about how another felt. And this one would have to learn like all the dams of his past harem had done. Under his father's will, they were all forcebred. Each and every one. None were loved. But things were meant to be different with his son. Born of a damsel maiden, torturess of the light-hearted. His true father a god. And others figured he would turn out as weak minded as they. Never crafty. Only a one-sided perspective. Wrong. Regroza changed that. Changed it for good.

Girlie, girlie. The czar thought aloud, settling upon rouge haunches in complete silence there after. Hide and Seek. How I dominated such games. There was nothing to hide, nothing to seek. For once, the fae stood placid, before him. No magnet attraction, however. There never was one. There was Tala, and that was it. None. She wasn't even useful. But this one, this one indeed, was out of the ordinary. Only to see her simple reactions would be a delectible treat. Something to thirst upon. Her pleasures, her comebacks..she looked intelligent enough. Despite her fragmented and short inquiries. Would. Would she. Yes. He'd make her. Make her come. Make her fall to the mercy of Acamar. And if she didn't. 'Twas fine. Wouldn't make a difference, even if she wanted to. Only one of those things. Sit back, relax, let her play her stupid games. This was real life. Perhaps it was the most...worthy, thing to do. Letting the little urchin talk back. It was amusing. Somehow.


o o c: Odd. . .

[blizzard]

(and how do you expect me to reply to that post? LOL)

A smirk plastered itself to her mug, spreading over her facade. This mammoth, he thinks himself smart, eh? Well perhaps he is, and so is she. Ha! He thinks he can play with her, like a toy, to be loved one moment and forgotten the next, discarded. No. And this brute, whatever his calling may be, was not a wimpy thing, though not quite fixed in her mind as a darque.

An triangular audit flicked boredly, though she was not entirely relaxed, as she would be if she was playing with a light, poised and ready to make an easy kill any second, as a cat plays with a mouse. The mouse weakens struggling, but to the cat this is all a game, lazy and amusing. And the game ends by the mouse's death. But no, even though she loved to take lives, was addicted to it, some might say, she would not try with this brute. For she had met her match, perhaps, but something told her not to play cat-and-mouse this time.

Salmon pink tongue slid around her trap, and in her auburn orbs danced a thousend devils, red and menacing. Laughter sounded within her own dial, high pitched and insane. Well brute, you will be disappointed by my lack of, how do you put it, dowdy excuses? For I have none, mutt, and I shall not make one up. And no doubt you may try, but I warn you, I bite. Hard. again the cackles filled her brain, crackling like the flames of fire, lapping up, prickling, crackling. And then it all slipped into place, why she didn't feel like playing cat-and-mouse. This brute, this worthless mutt, had tamed fire. Like the fire that danced in her eyes before a kill, the flames could destroy anything in it's path. And still, respect for the brute did not enter her range of emotions.

Well, if you want to know my curse, you can ask, even if in your flowery talk.And he called himself dark!Fangs glinted as words escaped her trap, her once innocent ivors stained by the blood of many a victim. And I'd rather cut the guessing, if your wondering, for I am not interested in "A knight with shining armour" as you say it. Plume curled 'round her buttox and she sat down, pleasantly surveying the mutt before her.

[Jenga]

Shame, wench, because if you haddn't already noticed: to slide around me, you're going to have to make things up. Lots of things. But it seems our little priss has no imagination? What. A. Shame. Then I suppose I'll have to feed your miniscule little soul with bland reality. Unfortunately, minx, we happen to live in a supernatural, unforgiving world. Since it also seems that you are too down to earth for most, I must tell you, for your own good, get over it. Aha, Cat and Mouse. Looked like the interlude to a familiar game. He could play this. Still, you harass my comments? Boo-Hoo. I have more cards up my sleeve. I'll let you borrow some. It looks like you'll need a h.ell of a lot of them when you come across more masculines like me. So take your pick, my little doll. As for my little guessing game, you guessed wrong. Very wrong, m'dear. In the vibes, there are no knights. There's life, and death. Salmon remained tucked between enamels in an odd shape, orbs icily glaring over her chassis. Fun, fun. I most certainly hope you're not stupid enough to go messing with the wrong crowd, wench. If you'd like to fit in, I suggest you show more respect, instead of attitude. 'S the only way you get around when you're a lupine. Lest, you wish to roam amongst the weak-minded; our dear, sweet neighbors, that we love to see covered in a crimson outcropping. Get the picture? She'd better. Still settled upon haunches, steam brewed from the soil, foiling and covering the czar's pistons, sparks aflame emerging upon the small emerald bladetes. You've yet to mess with the best. Though the femenine was doing fine. She was indeed witty, characterized..would make a good plaything. Perhaps find herself a worthy position. Nah. She'd have to fight for it. Why did he plan ahead? Simple. There were just some things one creature already knew. He'd might as well keep up his fun, keep the vixen on the edge. She'd have to go with someone, or something sooner or later. Otherwise, there were some who could provide better than others. In that case, Tala was certainly the best one to deal with. How rookie this one would appear before the lupine Empress.

Chuckle smeared across the lupine's facial expression, ebon wingeds unfurling, then settling once more. Perhaps there was more to this one. Again, Nah. She'd learn on her own. She wanted darkness, that is what she would get. Her curt little enterance certainly amused the brutus, but otherwise, she was mainly worthless to him. Why was he here, still? Maybe for entertainment his own lands, and fellow lupine couldn't give him. Messing with a common wolven? A fae. Always good. Always a best start for one whom resides in boredom. What's more, you come in with something, and leave with a prize. What. A. Ride.'

o o c: Oof.

[blizzard]

Well excuse me, brute, for I have yet seen no reason to think you my superior, to give you the respect that you supposedly deserve. And I have one question for you: Why did you come here? Do you want to play with me, taunt me? For I am not new to this game, and it will not work. I am no plaything, and I don't suggest you try. This brute was all arrogence, according to her. Ha, again! Yet this was beggining to get boring. No, right now she was not playing the place of the cat, nor the mouse. But it was as if two had met, almost equil in power, except one had an advantage. The brute had wings, and had mastered fire. The vix, herself, had no power, nor could the vix fly. So this was no even match.

A low, quiet rumbling growl was vibrating from the fae's chest, for she was calm, yet annoyed with this brute. How irritating to meet one with greater powers. She half wished to fight the filthy mutt, yet half wondered... Perhaps he had not come only to play with her? Naa! She told herself. And yet Blizzard still did not know the brute's calling. But she was not going to ask.

Claws dug into the soft geo, anger and frustration spreading unseen through her slim, yet muscular chassi. It bubbled inside her, not yet rage, but definate annoyance. If rage took her, there was no telling what she would do. She might attack the brute, and in this battle would probably come off worst.. The brute had fire. The brute was winged. Blizzard posessed neither of these blessings, and therefore would lose.

Blizzard forced herself to stay still, and now the devils in her orbs were no longer dancing. It looked as though there was a river of crimson blood, churning in sluggish waves. So thick. So terrifying. To A light! But not to her. To her blood was welcome, pain was blessed. And it shone in the eery light that glinted crimson for just a second in her usaully russet eye.

OOC: SOOOO BAAAAD!

[Jenga]

Wow. Them's fightin' words, wench. You have plenty a reason to bow to me as your superior. Other than the fact that I am the Lord of the darkness, your Master, and I remain as one of the Kings of these terras, a high guardian, and messenger to Yvonnet, the complete Prince of this heirarchy. He whom inherited the Vibes to his own stature. Not yours. His. Got it? Besides your little comeback, chicky, I can make you whatever I want. I'll try, whatever I want. And. I. will. succeed. in doing so. I can taunt you, and make you speed off, tail between your legs, if you really like that sort of thing. Get it straight, you inferior excuse. I have more advantage than you, and always will. Unless you plan on coming, and I'll make your lifetime explode with such things. Lyrics bubbled from labios, as he took another step forth, unfurling fathoms slightly, and placing them back with ease. Now then, you lowly wretch, prove yourself, and abide by me, or don't abide at all. I can give you what you want, but no one's begging for you, my little playmate.

Steely grin swarmed over facade, oceanic toned scanned over her slimming carcass once again, wishing she'd get over her little depression state, and face the facts, by not turning down something she couldn't pass up. Darklings don't know regret. Lie. The lupe was to change all that, if the little songchild refused. She'd know regret. She'd know it as if it were her closest friend, or siblings since the sikla could remember. Enamels and Lanterns would chase it far, far into her chassis. If love only goes skin deep, how far will hate burn? Only to the surface. Time to saturate her putrid soul with phsycology, something to twist and churn the femenine's thoughts for eternity. Can't take the heat now, can we, darling? No. Don't truly think your readily can. Not much I can do about it, though. I shouldn't waste my breath on you. Your worthless. Not completely my type. All I want to see you do is beg, scream in pain, produce a litter of mine, and boom. Live happily ever after, with royals waiting on you hand and foot. But, you don't believe me. You wish not to brawl. Instead, you must be the kind that wants to venture amongst those flower-humping pansies, letting them inject you with their siklas. Oh, no, you want the best for your young. Well then, femm, if you don't 'venture' or 'tag along' with me, your chances will be shot for all of that. Get. my. point? Banner drifted in the shorted breeze, setting a gaze toward the chassie of the darque femm once more. You'd better just hope so. Pray, girlie. Pray. The female's song slimed over the brutus' salmon pink once more, and more controversy became in store. The respect I deserve? No, no, wench. You've got it all wrong. You should join along with all the others, and start giving me the respect I own. Pink scrunched behind jowels, false grin lingering just above kissers. She would learn in time. She'd be desperate, one day, unless she chose the path that belonged to her. Struggle.

o o c: Eh.

[blizzard]

Ahhh, this brute was king of the lupid darks. So that was why he was so arrogent. If she had known, she would have been more polite and respectfull. Perhaps. No regret mingled with her shadowed thoughts, though. If she had been light, or even close to it, that tiny would-be pinch of regret could poison her thoughts, feelings, emotions. The things that she kept locked tightly inside her shadowed soul. But her thoughts were already tinted, carrying the stench of death. Already they had been poisoned, made to carry the weight of regret. But no, she had been born dark and sure, the load her thoughts hauled over their shoulders had increased, but this was her nature. She was no light who had turned dark because love had failed, or any of that. Had she ever felt love, or compassion?

Come were I ask you? Or what should I call you now? King? Sire? And now I know, yes, you can taunt me if you like, keep it up. And perhaps you shouldn't waste your precious breath on me. Still you do not know my calling, nor do I intend to give it you. Are we getting nowhere, brute? If you would like to make your meaning clearer, I'll just wait, or dark king. Once more her trap closed for a second, and pink tongue swiped over her mug once again, tasting the blood of her last meal. Though not strong now, she could remember the thick, metalic, salty taste, embracing her like an old friend. No, she corrected herself. Not a meal. A victim.

Once more laughter rang out inside her own skull, Darling he'd called her? Though his tones were sarcastic, it brought the laughter inside her louder, higher, ready to burst the walls of her thoughts. Could anyone think this wolven fae with a love to kill darling? The love to kill was contagious, one might say. The wonderfull feeling of knowing you had taken one's last breath, stolen the life that they had once possesed. Brung the once racing pillars to a stop, you had. Killed. And then an overwhelming desire to pounce on this brute snapped at her. See him dangling limply, flames that licked him ceasing into a spiralling puff of smoke. But no, though she longed to see his flappers halt, breathing cease, she couldn't. For he had fire. He had wings. And he was a royal. And this pathetic fae had only the desire to kill.

[Jenga]

Shame, shame. Pendulum swayed over rear pistons, remaining poised as the brutus shifted, taking another pad forth, toward the xanthippe, pallet swifly nodding at her words. Yeah, understanding. -What a testy lass we have here. Allow me to answer your question, and release a few of my own. Where? Acamar, of course. You really must be new. Buck up, nymph, or you'll be sure to make a fallacy that'll cost you your life. Trap shut firmly, releasing thoughts into swirling thinkbox, before plush opened, and enamels shone, pursed neatly between each, storing within pink. Hm. As for your calling, I could really care less. Then you won't mind me calling you Balloon, or just Wench. Besides, just so you won't mess around, and waste my time, residents have dubbed me Jenga. Have a problem? Get over it. Just be glad that I find you crafty, and that you're cordially accepted, and expected in Acamar when you wish. Why was he acting kind to this poor excuse for a femm? It wasn't weakness. It wasn't even love. More or less boredom, taunting, and pleasure. Before you even say anything, wench, you may want to understand, once more, that if you do come, you'll be treated with the upmost respect, and expected to follow up on councils, be considered a second in command female, as well as control the higher studies of the clan. Why pass up a chance such as this? Oh, boo-hoo, can't put up with a fire-breathing lupe? Wahh. I jusht feew sho bad faw the widdle wench. No. Get it through your thick skull that you're dealing with a royal. Face it. I'm better. No, I'm the best. The one who can provide. And the little Narcissus just wants to keep on talking, and talking, and talking. It's a shame you're wasting valuable time. Globes veered straight into the occuli of the vix, iris set upon her chassis. Just keep pushing it, banshee, and see how everything turns out. Pink caressed over mug, smirk forming in delight. How fun this one turned out to be. Just keeps getting better.

So, wench. What'll it be? No one's pushing you. So, tell me. Would you rather come, and live a life of lust, loathe, and greed, or sit right as you are now, upon your haunches, just wanting another creature to happen by, and waltz right before you, so you can tease him? Oh, m'dear, you won't nearly have as much fun with them, as you do me, or Tala. No, nowhere near as much. It wasn't his final offer, but just to hear the little wench's song of comebacks was just enough to ready the czar more, and force her into spilling each and every one of her secrets, over time. Oop, I can think of ten ways how to hurt you. Choose wisely, hussy, because this, this here, is a freaking chance of a lifetime. So think accordingly to what your plans are. A nice present for Tala indeed.

o o c: WOW. Bad.

[blizzard]

There is a house. You want to live in it very much. But you hate the one who owns it, lives there. Yet you need this house. You want to live there and be powerful there. No other house will do. You loath the owner. They say you can live in that house, if they are in charge. Now what should you do?

Her thoughts spun. She hated Jenga... Second in command femme? Maybe she should just see how this turned out, rather then just waiting, waiting. Trap parted once more, and as hard as she found it to be respectful to this mutt, her words seemed it.
Fine then, Jenga. I will accompany you to Acamar, if you still wish it. But one more question I ask before I come: Who is the lady who is first in command? Indeed, I am new to these lands, and wish to gather some information. Hate for the hellion swelled within her, but how many hated her, herself, Blizzard, eh? How many lives had she taken, pulled out from right under them. Rear pistons took her weight once more, so that she was standing, facing the wretched mammoth. The hate that brewed was no longer just that.. It was lothing. This arrogent brute whom she had actually just agreed to join? What had she been thinking?

Blizzard stroked the loam with one paw as she took a step towards Jenga, plume drifting over the geo. How she longed to sink bloodstained fangs into him, taste his flesh, see him laying on the ground with that dead look in his orbs... It was like a constant pinch. But she couldn't. She would respect him in her words because she had to, and she would not have a battle with him.... Yet.. And now she had a horrible feeling that her place had been exchanged in this game, and she was the mouse, helpless, weak and struggling.. Weak? Surely not her.. Perhaps compared to the brute who had tamed fire, had probably just begged Yvonnet for wings..

[Jenga]

Then get a move on. Ladies first, wench. Pads strolled amongst the geode, wings ruffling slightly, but calming once again. Certainly, I have already recognized you being new, and now that you've been interested enough in our conversation, I can actually tell you where you are really going. Trap silenced, and weight shifted as he continued out of the claiming area, always keeping a watchful orb upon the femm, incase she did anything stupid. You will remain under the reign of Tala, my mate. Understand that our pack revolves around hate, and you and I both are going to be seeing too much of it when I release you unto Acamar. Remember this. As a first femm, creating a ring of three, you will stay out of Tala's way, and adhere to her on a whim. Hm. Done. Got it then, chickie? Just because others will treat you with respect; those to come, doesn't make you high and mighty in the eyes of me, or my mate. So keep your distance when there if you feel it to be a nescessity. Pink lolled quickly, but entered maw once again, saliva oozing gently from his bottom jowel, transparent dropletts hanging from bristles there.

When you enter Acamar, you will see a high pointe, and a small river flowing, swarming beneath a body of water. Their roots serve as bridges, and certain sectors of the thicket is dry, rather than lush. We have two seperate caverns, one for the pack, the other for the alphae, but, as it seems, either I, or Tala will be joining you. You hunt for yourself, unless we had a harem. There is plenty of game in our forests; you'll just have to find it. And, as a pointer, keep on your toes. Baron continued forth, nearing the exit to the claiming terrace. Nod set to the she-wolf, and outward he went, slimming through the brush, with an immediate connection to Acamar. C'mon.

o o c: Sorry it's so short. I'll lock this, and you can make a post in Acamar. (: