Emergence of the Demoness (OPEN)

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] It had been quite some time since the pale hued beauty stepped across her borders and upon any other lands, free or otherwise. It had been a fully cycle since her plan was put quite successfully into effect. It did not seem that many were aware of just who was behind the screens orchestrating the brutality. Many rumors were heard about the wolves causing the ruckus and threatening the dogs who worked side by side with them if they would not assist, a rambunctious group of males was also put to blame according to some rumors. She was not aware of any including her name. She had mostly kept to herself in the daylight hours prior to the slaughter, slinking through the shadows of night to meet with those who only truly knew her. On the outside she had the features of an angel. Few knew she was so deeply fallen. The winds carried fewer words of the past now, the whispers had begun to fade and lives were now in a new routine. It was time for her to accomplish a new goal...grow her loyal following. Although today was just a chance to investigate the happenings of Diripio, gather a feel for how others were thinking these days. Not to mention a chance to stretch her muscles over some new terrain. After a year she had managed to explore every nook and cranny of the Metnal lands. Long, slender limbs reached through the tall grasses leading the way for the rest of her sinewy form. The fawn hued femme slithered through the greenery like a serpent, her lean body twisting in near silence through the overgrowth. Cropped auds stood alert on their post, swiveling consistently with every shift in the sound waves splashing around her. Amber pools glistened as each ray of morning sun fought for a chance to touch them. Her eyes were soft, yet slightly alluring; the smirk tugging gently at her maw the only absolute proof that there was something more then meets the eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 344 Whispers • ...

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] A new entity came upon the fray of the world without humans. He had been gone for quite some time after the extinction if the bothersome humans and things had changed drastically. Life here was more wild than ever, so close to the genre of himself. But not close enough. These domestic were still domestic and would always be that way. No matter how wild, how blood thirsty, how potent they were. Bred by man they would always be slaves of man unless true to their nature, they would join a genuine wolf. Wolves like himself. Born free, bred free. Living and dying by their own wit and might. That was how it was. There were, however, those who truly deserved the title of wolf. Those whom surpassed humanity and crushed them under their paws. Those who's power and charisma was so great that they could command a whole army. It was what he used to be, until he lost that something precious. That something that could never be retained, ever. But he would not dwell on that. Now that his mate and pack were avenged, Maximus had the obligation to look to the future. Judging by how the animals were now, the future would not amount to much. They were still separated. There was still a need to separate the dogs from the wolves. The tail-waggers from the kings. Nothing, however, could amount up to... What he was seeing now... Heavy paws padded slowly as he lurked in shark-like fashion. His thick and muscular body rolling and flexing, every fiber in him alive with the freshness of forest. His ears pricked up in alert as he caught sight of a dog. With a shake of his great mane, he approached. Judging by the smell, it was a female. The perfume of something like cinnamon to his leathery nostrils. He lifted his head in dignity as he stood four feet away from her. A safe enough distance, for even he knew that females held great power. Power that could bewilder the mind and muzzle the dominant. He was wise enough to know that females were the smarter of the species. They always were... Maw opening slightly, the exhaled, then spoke, voice rough and throaty with a hint of honey smoothness. It was deep like the sea and mysterious. "Light exercise?" He raised his brows, giving her a cheeky smirk. No he hadn't forgotten her lineage. Though he had never met her face to face, Maximus was well aware of this female. She was quite a celebrity. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 426 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] And exactly how rare was it to encounter another while out on the loner lands? It was a shame that she was not quite sure of the answer. News told her of the two packs, and had confirmed that they too were still quite small. The size of the other packs did not cross her mind often. Her interest was in the loners. How many lurked within the unclaimed lands? Yet even more importantly, which were worth a damn and which should have been eliminated with their masters? A slow wrinkle creased along one side of her angular maw flashing a single canine in disgust. She should have planned better. Why didn't they simply kill off all that doubted them or dared to flee? These were mostly the loners she assumed. Those who dared not fight for either side. They were more worthless then the human bed warmers. "Spineless felines." Even though she was unaware if the enemies actually knew her name and what she stood for she was not willing to hand her hide over just yet. Though each pawfall seemed completely nonchalant without a single sign that the demoness was on edge each sensory organ was in full use. Tall, cropped soldiers stood guard, shifting toward every flicker of grass as the wind gusts danced through the strands of greenery, every shift of weight the roosting birds made upon the branches above. It was quiet, yet deafening. Liquid pools of amber slowly shifted skyward watching the quiet, yet alert avians curiously. What exactly was it that they were being so quiet about? Herself or another? Her silent questioning was answered before the thought was complete as an aroma caught her attention. Motion continued as the atmosphere was urged closer, black pits expanding yearning for a chance to investigate the scent. The musky scent told the story of a male lupine venturing close. The fragrance seemed lonely, as if several pieces of a jigsaw had been lost under some child's couch. A loner. Perhaps now was her chance to test her "spineless feline" theory. The approach was allowed, her pace slowing slightly in anticipation. Tan hued paws seemed to move in slow motion as she tested the atmosphere that was now engulfing both canines. A baritone voice finally made it's way to triangular radars, and seemed to push the siren off course. Lean muscles curved her bodice 180 degrees to face the brute. A sweet smile pulled tenderly at her maw, eyes mirroring in a slight squint. After taking a peek at herself in the pristine waters of Diripio Erida had no idea how any could mistake her for something other than she was. Males were generally easily mistaken. Mindless most of them were, they were generally easily manipulated. Silence was held for a moment as her gaze slid along his frame and finally landed on his features. Searching for everything and nothing at the same time. A sweet sound fought it's way from a narrow maw in a polite manner, "Perhaps." The words were now lined with amusement, "They say that curiosity killed the cat. I ask them what it shall do to the dog?" A single round, tan brow lifted while the smile on one side of her maw spread wider awaiting to see what this male was made of. Wolf, dog, fox, or coyote...it mattered not to her. Wolves of the lands ran off along with some of the pets, species held no special place in the dark princess' mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 617 Whispers • ...

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] The male stood in place, his posture rigid and powerful. A soldier in war, no doubt, or perhaps maybe a king that would be. His ears stood high and erect atop their broad carriage. Bloody-amber eyes looked over the female, concealed by eyeshadow disguise. Crimson marking his handsome features so that none may ever mistake him for another. A marking that he alone had, not to mention his great size and monstrous mass. Light pink tongue swiped across his muzzle as the lean female faced his. "Perhaps." She replied in a cheeky fashion that made him smirk and chuckle a bit, "They say that curiosity killed the cat. I ask them what it shall do to the dog?" He lifted his head, ears pinning back, before lifting forward again. It was his way of shrugging. A nonchalant gesture to the beautiful and brilliant doberman before him. "It's a great luck to me that I'm no dog then." He growled with a toothy grin. "I'm sure that the consequences would have been more severe." He wagged his tail only once before taking a few steps forward. His tongue ran across his lips and moistened his nose once more before he tossed his head slightly toward her. "So you are the little trouble that's been running around so wildly here." He grinned. "I have to admit that your tactics to ridding this world of humans was quite commendable." His blood-honey eyes flashed with humor. A wolf's smile crept across his face. He had only participated once, then retreated to his own domain and watched the chaos unfold alone. Up until then, all the domestics had that proved his existence was his deep throated howls that penetrated the sky in sorrow and triumph every night when the moon was full or else not in the sky at all. The calls of the wild that echoed across deserted towns and urged feeble mothers to keep their pups close to them. He was the wolf version of the human phenomenon "Big foot" or perhaps the "Lochness Monster". A story for old brutes and adolescent bullies to tease their pups and yearlings with. It was a shame, to hinder his name with such bloody rubbish, but he cared not. There were differences between story and reality. And the reality was that only few ever laid eyes on the magnificent beast that was now showing himself to the tanned Fae. Only few survived with knowledge of his true existence. Luck came for this femme, or perhaps for him. There was no want of him that desired a fight. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 432 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The smile easily transformed into a devilish smirk as she continued to admire the brute. He was indeed quite a marveling creature. She had heard the stories about this beast many times through the village and after the slaughter. Although she would be tempted to keep her thoughts of him secretive, she indeed admired him. Perhaps one day others would fear her in such ways. Would she be a phantom to haunt the young ones' dreams. Would she transform into a night terror? She would not be the first expected haunting to invade a dream, especially in comparison to the wolf that stood before her. She wasn't of massive strength nor size, and she wasn't particularly fearsome in looks. But which was more frightening...an attack on the outside or the inside? Erida was more like a parasite of the mind and heart, slowly devouring her victims from the inside forcing them to bid her will. There had to be reason why the idea of a squirming worm frightened the bipeds more then coming face to face with a black bear. She was the worm and he the bear. The fae supposed it depended solely on the victim and their preferences. Now if only she could have both, that would be something incredible. A slight wave of disappointment washed over her canvas, as it were obvious she would never have the attributes that this wolf had and she would have to settle for her own gifts. And of course those she chose to take care of her dirty work. Pity. Her leanly muscled pistons drew forward as a reflection of his own actions, eating more of the distance between the pair of canids. From the stories she had overheard most would have turned tail at this point, but something pushed her closer. It could possibly be that need she seemed to have to dance with danger every change she got, or maybe it was the respect she had for this male who struck fear into so many. Respect...something that was nearly impossible to gain from this fae. A musical giggle rolled from her ivory clad maw as he spoke, yet another trickery of smokes and mirrors hiding the demoness' true self. "It seems that you are lucky then due to your royal heritage," she quipped. Most wolves were the same, finding themselves to be a species that belonged on a pedestal high above your average dog. Her feelings on such matters was obvious, and for good reason. Her tiara tilted in an interested fashion as he continued, a single wrinkle etching itself within her forehead for effect. Several more paces were taken as if she were captivated by his words nearly depleting any distance between the two strangers. "Trouble? Me?" The words were as innocent as she looked to those who were clueless to her true identity. Although she loved attention she attempted to keep quiet about her place in this long lived game. A sweet smile split her maw, tilting her nose skyward aiming the voice that now slithered in a slow whisper toward his aud, "I have heard of you as well. Many tell impressive tales of the crimson marked beast that roams these lands." The words hung only for a moment as she allowed her gaze to size him up once more as if seeking a weakness, though it was mostly out of habit, "The stories do not do you justice." It was not always easy to tell the meaning behind her words. Was there some manipulative undertone, was she simply flirting, or was she being completely honest. It could easily be a combination. One may never truly know. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 637 Whispers • ...

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] "It seems that you are lucky then due to your royal heritage," The pretty Fae countered, correcting his sentence in sassy fashion. He raised a brow and tilted his head slightly, the movement making his heavy scruff double over in loose skin and winter pelt. His eyes flashed again, giving a glint of emotion. How Maximus was read best was trough his eyes. Smirk and frown was all he gave and each had their meanings. He could smirk when angry, even when scared or frown when something entertained him. His eyes, however, never failed. They were too sincere in showing his soul. The windows to the great wolf as it would be called. She was quite interesting. Her charisma was off the charts and she was, as he had deemed before, very intelligent. When he accused her of the rambunctiousness of her actions, she gave an angels face that could have made him laugh. "Trouble? Me?" Played so well, her face was like a canvas, easily impressionable, but the paintbrushes were in her paws. She controlled them well. A little too well and he found that he was utterly baffled by her. Something that happened not often for a wolf whom had seen so much in his life and met many a dog, domestic and wild. All he could do for her now was give a coy and secretive wink as if he would keep her secret. "Tch... Cute." He remarked with a caustic grin. Serious? Maybe, just maybe. "I have heard of you as well. Many tell impressive tales of the crimson marked beast that roams these lands." She gave him that much, sizing him up as he had once done her. It was a one time over before she added: "The stories do not do you justice." "Nor do they do you." He dallied back with a fang-filled grin. He kept his cool and composure better than any, though his thoughts were fumbling about. She was quite the rubrics cube and he was there, shifting the colors trying to get them all right. A terrible fail on his part. "This crimson-marked beast has his name." He said as he lifted a giant paw slightly and bowed to her. "Maximus Payne; at your service." Blood-honey orbs flashed back up to the lean and graceful beaux. His ears erected to keep his hearing in her interest. "So tell me, little lady; what does the sole exterminator of humans do nowadays that those hairless beasts are gone?" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 416 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Amusement flitted across her features as she continued to mentally feel the large lupine out, what was he made of? Exactly who was this impressive creature? Erida held a great interest for the inner workings of others, she always had. She could easily consider herself a four limbed scientist, testing and probing the minds of those she encountered. Determining what made them tick, which wheel turned what emotion. How much could one take of her varied approaches? This one was obviously actually thinking. Her mind continued rolling over every shift in posture, every little show of emotion, and every invisible signal offered to her like some high speed computer. Casually she leaned back upon her narrow haunches. Shifting her weight she placed each dainty front paw in next to each other in perfect symmetry. Her gaze was blank as it met his for a brief moment. What was he thinking about? Was he trying to learn about her just as she was him? “ Tch... Cute.” She could not help but allow a small smirk to flash itself openly to him. She knew what he spoke was truth, and she quite readily flaunted it frequently. However the fact she was arrogant was held under control for now. It was part of her lifelong game of “cat and mouse”. If they knew that she knew it just wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. And although the smirk was slightly conceited it also held an undertone of gratefulness. Her desire to keep herself as in the shadows as possible was made clear as intended. Although as quickly as the pleasantness came it left as he continued feeding her already bubbling over ego as he countered her own compliment toward the alabaster brute. Pools of liquid amber narrowed slightly from under a single raised brow as the casualties were offered, a devilish mask painting her features. Her auds seemed to lock tightly upon him along with her gaze, ”Maximus Payne, at your service.” After a slight pause her aerodynamic features shifted east to west as slow as lava engulfing a small village that was so naively placed at the base of a volcano. Her voice never faltered from the sweet natured tempo that was offered prior, ”Oh dear, Maximus, you may not want to make such offers.” Humor weaved between her words, yet the way each syllable was pronounced and hung in the air was proof enough that the temptress was not speaking in complete jest. “So tell me, little lady; what does the sole exterminator of humans do nowadays that those hairless beasts are gone?" Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the answer to his question, a quick burst of gasses bursting from her nares in the form of a snort. ”Not much I’m afraid. It has been too much to bare, hence my ‘light exercise’. I can only be cooped upon my lands for so long before the need for amusement becomes too strong. The others…” she paused briefly as she recollected each face that had now called her queen, “they’re old faces and minds. I need something fresh.” Her rant was cut off sharply with a click of her jaws. It was unlike her to offer so much information even if it gave nothing at all. She bit her tongue considering what she had just offered the mascu and when she was satisfied that it was not too much she swiftly countered his question, her own slithering from her maw, ”and why am I granted with your presence? You don’t tend to be the social type.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 597 Whispers • …Tisk Tisk Erida, don’t get too comfy now

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] ”Oh dear, Maximus, you may not want to make such offers.” She grinned at him as his eyes rolled upwards to view her. The thin lethe legs, ruchly colored bosom and long graceful neck. Finally he came to her face, features that were twisted with amusement. She was sincere with those words and it made him shiver. Perhaps with anticipation, but more so over with excitement. It was a tasty threat to him, so he domenstrated by giving a much emphasized lick of the lips. The light pink grooming tool slowly moved over the fur and whiskers of the beast as he lifted his head back into it's rightful place. The muscle rolled and rippled to support him in place, hairs shifting into a bristle and glossing with silky sheen. ”Not much I’m afraid. It has been too much to bare, hence my ‘light exercise’. I can only be cooped upon my lands for so long before the need for amusement becomes too strong. The others…” His ears pricked as he listened carefully to her voice. A detection of stress patters buzzing in his radars. So, she was a troublesome princess. It always was that way. Royalty who began to get sick of royalty. Hence the prince and pauper stories. But seeing as she went along with no bodyguard nor back up, it was not very smart. She was making some very careless choices and as well have been waving a sign "Alpha assassination here!" around her head. “they’re old faces and minds. I need something fresh.” A metallic clip came from her jaws and she shut her mouth in an instant. He smirked sadistically. Smart girl. Had she kept going, who knew what she would have told next. With someone like Maximus, anything could happen. A pretty Alphess so talkative could find herself turning over into the paws of a very malicious wolf. Handsome beast he was, strong, silent and rugged beyond wildest fantasies. He was built a females dream but when it all came to it; this male could conive the mind and manipulate the soul. All said and done, it is one thing for a male to crave power. It couldn't be help, because that was the way a male was made. Power was his poison. Maximus, the ex-alpha. How tempting it would be to regain that power. To be no longer a dominant loner, but a dominant Alpha, with pack to own and female to bear him sons to the future. To rage against the dying light. Well for this time, there was an exception. It seemed to be his thing now, to be manipulated by females. It was, what? Shall we say a turn on? He enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed bleeding. If any knew Maximus, they knew that he not only loved to fight, but he'd got out of his way to bleed a little on purpose. For a while now, however, he had found no formidable foe who could make him taste his own blood. It was disappointing. The domestics offered no promise so far. Most were of small breeded dogs, small in stature because of human selfish desies to make their canines "travel sized". Boy did those two leggeds crippled the ecosystem. That ladies and gentlemen is what happens when idiots are left to do a king's job. ”and why am I granted with your presence? You don’t tend to be the social type.” "Ah well yes," He grinned smugly. "It's been a while since I returned to the shadows. I decided to come back down and see whats been going on." He replied to the femme. "Most importantly, I came to observe the new packs. I want to see how domestic handle a wolf's job." He rooled his eyes skybound for a while as if he were fantasizing about it all. Perhaps, due to the wistful, lusty look on his face, the big beast was thinking about all the bloody wars to come. Nothing would please him more that to participate in them. Ah, and there he went with the wolf/dog stereotypes. It couldn't be helped. When one is born and raised on a high horse, it is a diffucult thing to knock him down. That was exactly how this Aristocrat was. The rich, selfish, snobby and utterly arrogant. And he loved it. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 726 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida ooc// oh yes mah dear, be very afraid! XD

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Her shaking of her skull now paused, watching the brute as he slowly rose to his full height once more. Taking note of every slight gesture the windows that were just moments ago blank slate as a means of defense glistened in excitement. Never once would Erida doubt herself, but it never ceased to boost her mood when her ability was proven, even with the subtle gaze that was offered by the brute. Her intentions were not originally where her mind currently was; giving herself a mental pat on the back. But when she did not necessarily try to impress was when her ego would overflow the most. Her mind fought over itself, two miniature versions of the doberman screaming at each other from either side of her head. Shall she test to see how far she could take him, or should she change course for now? His question had interrupted the bickering relieving her from the decision making process for the moment. The smirk that rivaled Lucifer himself that began to paint the brute's face told enough of a story, and as if her canvas had a mind of it's own it mocked him with its own set of nefarious features. Yes, she had told too much and she was quite aware of this, especially now. Yet it seemed to just fuel the internal inferno, taunting her addiction. The danger in the atmosphere was thick, hanging over the two like a pair of heavy drapes. A single, deep breath widened her ribcage pulling the thickened air deep within as if it were weight down her chest. If it weren't for the cursed smile lining her feminine maw one would easily believe her to be stressed and worried. Anxiety was not something that found this female in all of her years. She lived for this feeling...the feeling that at any moment she could be annihilated without the slightest chance of survival. The personal high that the siren was basking in was abruptly halted, crashing mercilessly into yet another species blow. Creases began to pull at the thin skin along the bridge of her nose, rolling over each other like an untidy blanket that had been tossed aside leaving the fabric to fold over itself. Tall soldiers fell backward against her skull in disapproval, seductive eyes now narrowing and tossing invisible daggers through the wolf's heart. How dare he? Her rear slowly rose, rust hued limbs pulling her close enough where her leathery digit nearly was in contact with his thick, white pelt. A deep growl rolled through her chest and escaped through clenched ivory knives, "I feel that us dogs have been doing quite well." Her crown tilted slightly as a single brown rose accusingly, "After all, we managed to accomplish what you wolves had not." There would be no question that his words were taken as a personal insult. Sure, the demoness was well aware that most dogs were worthless mongrels that were best killed and fed to the felines that managed to roam the island. But to put her, and all others into the same category was ludicrous. Although he had put to rest the wonderful sensation she had prior to his incriminating statement, she was now feeling even better than before. Danger...it was her own personal heroin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 573 Whispers • ...

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] She knew she had said to much and he knew that she knew. She was expected of a lot of things. Many promises she held for the future. a future for them all to live in. One that she could very much rule one of these days. He grinned his wolfish grin and kept his tail wagging low in a coy manner. It was a battle of the sexes raging here. A battle if wills, of mental strength and recovery. He knew he was treading in deep waters with her, yet played it incredibly cool. The massive beast did realize when his charm wore out, however, when her snarl pierced through his receptors. Still his body stayed in it's relaxed state. It was because he was so confident, so cocky and maybe not so stupid after all. This was one female here. One. As powerful as she might be, he was one to wild and untamed to ever succumb to her mind games. Had she been dallying with him, he had simply dallied back. Each pulling equal weight on the tug of war rope. She stared him down eye to eye, though he towered over her. That did not matter because to the both of them it was obvious that she were the bigger of them. "I feel that us dogs have been doing quite well." She grumbled in her defense as he watched the emotions play curiously, "After all, we managed to accomplish what you wolves had not." Ouch. Now wasn't that a hit below the belt? Dirty play was amusing, but this was just hilarious. She truly knew how to handle herself against others and words alone could save her from any danger. His ears pinned back, then shot forward again, flirting with her words as he gave a half-smirk. "And by all means, relish in that victory all you want." He replied to her, though did not ease the closed distance between them. About a few inches from getting his throat ripped out and he preferred to stand there like an idiot. He gave his throat to her because it amused him to do so. And besides, being a male, he liked

[/i] being this close to her. The bastard was pretty much radiating sexual desire and fully expected nothing to come of it. Friendly teasing was all it was, though his pheromones said otherwise. A deep chuckle came from his thick chest as he finally gave space to her. "Forgive me my lady, I am the antagonistic type. As are you I presume." He cocked an ear back. "You've handle yourself more than quite well on this journey and deserve the respect for that. Why not fawn on her a bit. He had the mettle to do it anyway. As said before, Maximus had always been amused by a dominant female. One who could stare him down and pick her punches just right. Proper young women never did survive the night anyway. A strong spirit was so much more desired. He wished not to antagonize her nor break her spirit. He was simply feeling her out. He wanted to know just what made her tick. What made her want to destroy the life of the mouths that mocked her. Then again, there was nothing she could effectively do to him.

A fight would be unthinkable, simply because he was too powerful and because he'd refuse to engage in the first place. Brother and sisters, he had none. Friends and family were deceased beyond tears and as for a mate, her pelt was hanging on the door of the ones he himself had slain alone. He knew he could be a challenge for her because she could only do so much. Only disturb him so much. Because the fact of the matter is...

He already had lost everything...

So a big male like him, wild and free and powerful beyond measure. He had nothing to lose, everything to gain and no job to entertain him. The perfect example of potential with no purpose. And so what would his purpose be? A wolf with no reason to live was no better then the lap dog he ate for breakfast. Was this male truly free? Or just waving the papers around like a folly fool. Dallying with this fiery she-demon should give him just the answer...

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puppet// Maximus
victim// Erida

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] As the blood within her bubbled with the heat of the moment a dark blue line appeared along her spine, the short fawn hued hairs standing to attention as the tension grew. The fact that he stood there as if there was no care to him in the world forced a multitude of emotions through her veins. Physically she was not much of a threat, but for him to not react in any way? What was the meaning of this? The confusion was swiftly erased and replaced by fury. Why wouldn't he at least take a swipe at her? Raise a lip, show off the deadly weapons that he possessed. They had to be more impressive than her own. For a split second, barely noticeable her gaze dropped to the neck that was so close before returning to meet his gaze, it would be an effortless strike and would be her best chance at doing any form of damage to the behemoth. Her throat burned with desire, a scorching flame eating through her insides. The sweet taste of crimson danced upon her tongue, her imagination pulling in memories of the flow of life fluid through her fangs and how it so beautifully put out that inner inferno, the desire of murder. The demoness' eyes narrowed into an infuriated glare. Despite her slight outburst Erida was generally quite a patient femme and would rarely get her paws dirtied with blood. She preferred to sit behind the scenes and plot others against her victim and watch innocently as her plans were put into effect. She was convinced that this is how she had managed to keep her hide for so long. He was playing...playing the same way she normally would. The calm, serene visage always would piss off the opponent more. She was allowing him to take her role of puppet master. The stiffened fur along her back began to smooth out as she realized that she was pushing the ball further and further into his court. Mental breaths were taken in an attempt to stop the muscles that quivered and ached just waiting to explode into action. The scent of the blood that had been torturing her senses was only now put to the back of her mind allowing her olfactory to work properly. He was not all that mattered any longer. The rest of the world began to exist once again, yet the cheery song birds seemed to cut off their melodies once again as they waited in anticipation of what the four-leggeds would do next. A suspense thriller for those on the outside perhaps. Simply frustrating to Erida. A low growl of disapproval bounced of her ribcage like a ping pall ball, not allowed to escape from her throat as he spoke, "And by all means, relish in that victory all you want." For once she didn't want to be offered what it was she wanted, not in this state. The devilish glare didn't drop from his crimson flecked lamps as she retested the situation and the environment in silence. A coral muscle slipped in serpent like fashion from her maw, exposing just the tip before pulling it directly back in. Once again it emerged sliding along the length of her now smoothed lips, mostly to be sure she hadn't frothed upon herself during her tantrum. There was surely tension in the air, yet it was something unusual for the circumstances. Her gaze never faltered as she took in his current state. What was with this wolf? He was much different from others she had encountered. He actually made her think more than any other had in all of her time. Too much alike, yet very different they were. Her head fell off balance as neck craned toward his retreat. She was completely intrigued now. The confusion, anger, and any other insane emotion that had filled her thoughts were now nonexistent. Never had she had the chance to pick apart a brain so similar to her own, yet now it was here in front of her. Most of the distance that he took away from her was stolen back with a length stride, the sneer being replaced with a sly smirk. Large auds shifted forward to grasp hold of his words, were these part of his game as well or truth? Maybe a little of each she presumed. A short, stiff bob of her crown was offered in response to both his questioning and statement. He had gained her respect for a multitude of reasons. He owned it before they me, yet for being so much like her and playing the game so well he had earned it even more. No matter how confusing or irritating it may have been she was no fool. She knew those few who deserved it when they appeared. He happened to be one. Respect was not something she held often for another, and it could be the main cause of her erratic behavior in comparison to the normal cool facade she adorned. A snap of her tongue forced the subject of conversation onto the lupine, attempting to push it further away from herself. She spoke too much, and showed too many emotions as it was. "If I may intrude, what would cause a creature that is so dependent on pack life to wander alone?" Normally such a question would be used to try to capture the mind and heart of another...to lure them to her lands and make yet another slave out of them. Yet, her question was now sincere, another method to probe his mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 933 Whispers • ... Alphess of Metnal | Wreaking Havok for 4 years | Loved by none | Pupless

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] Maximus could have turned away. Left his company at that. Leave her seething in her own pool of anger, but before his eyes, she changed again. Calmness was hers and the game was changed once more. Her stride recovered his retreat and he looked upon the female once more with a calm and studying face. It was a guarantee that he'd have to do his homework on her one day. It was too much to try an analysis right here and right now. She seemed to be struggling with it all. A dally back that could not come so easily. He realized that she was recuperating. Fine by him, he was beginning to loose his own edge anyway. One could be effective only for so long. And now one could truly find out what happens when an Unstoppable Force collides with an Immovable Object. Calamity strike it may as well have been but under the untrained eyes of those around them, it would reveal nothing but a pleasant conversation. The meek only knew that one could flatter another while at the same time crushing their dignity in a simply swap of the heavy paw. What happens when two try to overcome? When one attempts a domination on the other and vice versa? Well that was where he came in. A will to submit. The thing about the big brute was that he never showed belly to any authority by force. He chose when he would be submissive and made it so that the pride of those above him was not hurt too bad. Or else it was shattered like fiberglass. Pick your battles, yes? It was all on his choosing and he knew it. Anyone could control a whole outcome if they just knew how to. The idea was to stay arrogant. Even though you slip up, you could recover by pretending that t was your intention all along. Of course he had never had to do that because he was usually so careful. With this female, he was not to sure. She may be more than a formidable foe and the brute could have been force to say that he'd come to worship her. Yeah, that's right, not just respect. He worshiped this female. Her intellect so smooth and untouchable. Had they to keep this up, the games, he knew, would never end. They would always interchange and then come out to a draw, each would cancel out the others wit. And since refused to engage physically, this right here would only be as far as they would get. A stare down, a few growls, but all in all, no contact. "If I may intrude, what would cause a creature that is so dependent on pack life to wander alone?" She asked him as her composure regained and she returned to her calm and collected self. He looked to the ground, then his bloody-amber orbs rose up to meet the female. "My pack is slaughtered. My a time others come and offer their homage, but I find them... Utterly idiotic." He growled calmly, though his eyes were phased with the pain of memory and agonizing sorrow. "There has not been wolf pack worthy of my very shadow. Their Alphas are barbaric and brainless drones, working only by instinct and never by brain. The wind blew and shifted his fur in prophecy as his brows furrowed in serious business. "The generation of wolves are lost, and I find myself lacking a reason to even exist in this world. Ultimately, that is why I have emerged from the darkness of which I came." He informed her. "Nowadays, even a cat can overthrow the beasts of the forest. I chose to adapt to change rather than live a fossil in my own fantasies." He nodded once then looked up at the sky. "I've come here looking for a purpose. Else I'd rather spare this world the space and throw myself into the pits of hell where I belong." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 666 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida ooc//woah check out the word count. A dark number for an especially dark Maximus.

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] As the pair of canids stood in a short span of silence, the only sound was the short draws of air from each pair of nostrils. The world was quiet, as if at this moment it was just the two of them alive here in the tall grasses of the valley with the warm autumn sun beaming down upon them. It was a highly unusual circumstance for the temptress. Each game she had played always had one of two purposes....enslavement or destruction. Never had she lost, and never had she agreed to a draw. This fae was as game as one could be, more than happy to put her life on the line to capture what it was that she desired. A new member of her pack, or a slave as she mentally called them, or death. Neither of which fit this particular moment. The game was being played just for that reason....to play. Nothing more than a twisted sense of jest. The odd sense of comfortability confused the doberman, although it was most welcomed. For four years she had been on her toes consistently ready to battle physically or by wit. And this silent, but mutually understood stalemate was a rather pleasant surprise. Nobody lost the mental battle this time around. A sigh of relief forced its way from her nares, an almost physical sign of burden being released as she dropped to her haunches once more. This time her posture was much different, she was much less rigid and visibly less watchful of his movements and most of all his mind. Tanned brows stitched together upon her dove hued face as his story was offered to her so readily. Although her mind was at a new, relaxed level her calculating gaze never dropped from his unusual eyes. Every emotion was apparent, shinning through the troubled pools set beautifully within his canvas. A set of worry wrinkles etched themselves within her forehead as she intently listened to his baritone notes, hanging onto each word as she considered them individually. A small, almost apologetic smile brightened her slender maw as he spoke, any sense of malice now wiped clear from her visage. It was an unusual sight that very few had ever seen, and none since the time when she was very young and naive. It was the only response he received for a long while as she mulled over his explanation of her having the pleasure of meeting him that day. It was obvious that she had felt something along the lines of empathy, an emotion that was not part of her vocabulary before this very moment. He continued to bring a sense of confusion with each movement and each word."You are right, Maximus, most are not worth ones time let alone following." She had paused as she considered what kind of purpose one such as himself would have. The devil didn't pave the way for others leaving her without an answer to her own unspoken question. "Why did you not begin once again? You seem to be one worth following." Her expression was questioning and completely serious as she continued to wonder about exactly what it was that had happend to Maximus Payne and his family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 538 Whispers • pardon the typos if any in there please, ended up in an unexpected rush Alphess of Metnal | Wreaking Havok for 4 years | Loved by none | Pupless

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[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/j968hx.jpg] Dignity and pride can never be hurt in a sense when speaking of Maximus. In his case, the two seemed to be flowing so abundantly from him even in defeat. However, nothing took a stab at him more than watching as the Fae before him as she curled her lips into a near apologetic smile. He looked down as if embarrassed by it all. He wasn't, but it was awkward for him. There were the low times in his life and during those times, he had never been so empathized. During those times were the times where there were those who looked up to him even more. When he truly seemed invincible. Now it all came crashing down and he realized how much of a shadow he was of his past self. A self that had been younger, more efficient and even stronger. What a deal it was to know that you were slowly reaching the end of your days. To think of such while he was still in his prime of only five years. Many years ahead for this brute if he didn't go killing himself first. Death before dishonor. It seemed justified enough. Shameful of his weak appearance, though he offered her a confident grin in return. It was filled with gratitude to her despite the torture it did to his precious ego. "You are right, Maximus, most are not worth ones time let alone following." She paused as he looked back up into her eyes. "Why did you not begin once again? You seem to be one worth following." "Aye, one worth following until a desperate and idiotic move cost you your pack." He told her in a grave voice. A hesitant wolf he became, but then again, there was no possible way she could use any information of him against him. There was simply nothing else that could make his life any more miserable than it was. "The reason my pack is no longer existent is because I abandoned them for a love that I was stupid enough to choose in the first place. He informed the doberman. "No one wants a leader who would sacrifice his entire pack for a single female." A growled came from him, but it was inward anger. "That's why I travel alone." He then gave her a grin as if wanting to tell her that the life was not bad. It could have truly been much worse. At least he had his life... Though a pitiful one it was. He had his life and his health. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: word count// 427 puppet// Maximus victim// Erida

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[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] One major difference between the pair was now apparent as she watched the pain swirl within his eyes. He was still in his own form of mourning the loss of his pack. He felt something close to guilt for the loss, he had blamed himself. Her gaze dropped to the earth below, focusing upon a single strand of grass. The torture that seemed to be ravaging through him seemed to momentarily touch her own soul. Yet it was more of a serious thought process, trying to understand his emotions. A single aud fell pack before returning to an erect position. Imagining the loss of her pack caused her no form of discomfort. Yes, she was loyal and would do as she must to protect them, but her hide was first on her mind. The loss of one or all of them would not effect her as it seemed to him. Love was not something she had felt whether in romance, family, or friendship. For the first time the fae considered what feeling was really like. She had blocked off the floodgate of emotion for so long, simply picking and choosing what was allowed to escape. Those allowed to roam free were generally not pleasant to the average canid...anger, hate, manipulation. It all began as a means of self defense and the beast within simply grew to enormities never to be contained again. Life had become boring to Erida, other emotions may have been able to add some amusement to her day to day. A burst of condensation flew through her nares at the thought of it. They would have made her just like the rest...weak minded zombies that believing in fairy tails. At least she was able to make them realize that life wasn't some sweet story told to the young. It was filled with demons escaped from the underworld, lurking in every shadow or maybe sharing their den. Amber orbs finally met his once again after a long pause. Her form shifted, twisting itself around her own front limbs until she was side by side with the large wolven form. She sat close and still once again, just allowing the tips of his coat to brush against her side. It seemed to be the the closest thing to an attempt to comfort as she would or could offer. It was a strange offer from the temptress. No matter how cold and dark her soul, she hated to see one that she held in such high regard being pained. It simply wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Maybe this was the difference between wolf and dog. The gages within her mind were working over time, and she made no effort to hide this from the brute. Her crown finally tilted in questioning her eyes falling upon the sea of grass before them. "We all have made our mistakes I am sure," although she made such a comment she never found any mistakes within her life thus far, not according to the egotistical snob anyhow. "I would presume you have learned from the mistake you had made. If it were even a mistake." Her last statement was slow and thoughtful as she mulled over each word. Light pools slid to the corner of almond shaped eyes to look up at him, "Maybe it was simply a way to open the door to a new and improved life?" She full heartedly believe this statement but kept her voice soft and understanding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 586 Whispers • ... Alphess of Metnal | Wreaking Havok for 4 years | Loved by none | Pupless

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