Claiming

[Sahtara]

The dark morning was frosted over, most animals still keeping warm in their dens. Though, a light figure against the dark surroundings moved over the the thin layer of white briskly and silently. The soil had a dark feel under white paws, pleasing to the wolf. A sinister smile spread over sharp features, red eyes scanned the area. The air was damp, eerie adding to the darkened feeling of the area. The white feme looked around, sniffing the air of long gone packs. It interested her of how silently pleasing it was here. She was never pleased by anything, but this area called her. It begged to be taken, and seeing as the packs were gone now, it was free game. Finally a chance for the power bound wolf to take up what role rightfully could be her's. The sharp smile twisted into near emotionlessness. There would be other packs and others to destroy, a minor setback for herself but she assumed she could manage.

A shine of happiness shone through the chink of hate and violence int he wolf. She stepped over the border that once was and leaned back onto her haunches, bursting with a echoing and death wishing howl. Shortly after she waited for the howl to dissipate, then moving her white mass into the shadows of the Malum Pack.

[kushiel]

The frosted flora crunched under Kushiel's black paws, slowly melting from the heat of his tarsal pads as he passed. He walked with a surety in his gait, his regal head held high with confidence. His lanky black figure was just another silhouette among the trees in this early morning light. His sensitive nose brought him the fresh scent of a lone female, reeking with power and the need for dominion. Qurking his brow, he wondered who this possible Alpha may be. He was new to these landscapes and hadn't come upon a single wolf yet.

A howl erupted, breaking his train of thought, and he grinned maliciously. Kushiel took a relaxed, seated position on his haunches, and lifted his ebon muzzle to the distant heavens and ushered a challenging howl to her claim of these lands. His grin returned as he lowered his muzzle. That ought to get her attention. The tall black wolf sat and waited patiently for the arrival of this female who had the guts to claim these lands.

[sorry its short, my muse ditched me]

[Sahtara]

That short fit of happiness quickly disappeared as the white fae realized there was another presence lurking. She crooked her head back then the rest of her body came with it. Intently she stared with a hollow visage "It seems you have come for a challenge." she said sharply. Her crimson guise locked upon the sable wolf, she began walking closer to the brute.

The lithe fae moved almost stepped in a rhythmical flow, she wasn't threatening just yet. The winter air was relatively warm through her thick pelt, and the frost was refreshing as each paw passed over its surface. The sun was rising and becoming brighter, whilst animals began to stir from their dens to begin going about their daily lives of gathering food before winter froze the land over.

There was something about the brute that she liked, she couldn't pinpoint exactly what, but he had a malicious aura of which she liked. After being around light fools for years and years she found it refreshing to find a darker scent once in a while.

[;;; Writer's Block]

[kushiel]

Kushiel did not have to wait long for her to respond, and he enjoyed that immensely. Must have rattled her to have an intruder challenge her so, he mused. As he watched the pale pelted wolf walk closer towards his person, Kushiel noted that she had blood-red eyes. He hadn't encountered such a creature before, and he found himself curious. As she got even closer, he kept his composer, casually tilting his head as he regarded her as a possible leader. Too early to tell.

And then she spoke. Her voice harsh and feminine. Delicious.

A spark in his eye, and a grin on his dark muzzle gave Kushiel a maniacal aura, and he spoke smoothly, "My Lady, you are quick to rouse." he paused for a moment, letting her take in the formal address as was his nature to do so, and to voice his next query. "You have a most curious gaze, rare, is it not? I've not long been in these lands to know such subtleties."

He kept his seated position and wondered what she would make of him thus far.

[Sahtara]

Her brisk movements slowed and she sat, relaxed. Her expression was still hollowed and emotionless she simply took in the wolf's words. She looked over the brute. She noted his bright gold gaze over the midnight coat, a tall wolf. She was never the type for small talk and normally replied shortly.

She replied "Possibly, if you see it as such." in the same smoothness with underlying harshness within the fae's tones. She was taken into any game to be played, in which she sensed that such a game was to come. She thought for a moment before replying to the brute's question "Rare, it is. Rather a curse I have taken to." She replied vaguely and simply.

[kushiel]

Kushiel noticed how she distanced her emotions from her body, not giving him any hint of her current thoughts. He suppressed a grin She likes to play rough. Keeping his gilded gaze upon her, he watched as she sat and relaxed, most likely realizing that this was to be no battle of brute strength. That harsh tone; he was beginning to like the sound of it.

He wanted to toy with it some more

“I do see it as such my Lady” he replied smoothly, his voice rich and deep. The growing light of the slowly rising sun started to distort the shadows of the forest; the frost sparkling.

She was quick to respond, this white wolf, her fur coat reflecting away all of the light from the sun, sealing in her dark soul. Quirking a brow in speculation and slight skepticism, Kushiel gave her another look over and asked of the crimson eyed female “So what is the name that shall strike fear into the hearts of your enemies?” He wanted a name to his pain. He wanted to dole out punishment, but would have to be patient. And he would have to play the game into his favor. Who truly knew the ambitions of Kushiel?

[Sahtara]

'He enjoys mind games.' she had gathered at least that much from their short conversation. Sahtara, also enjoyed such games they were always a challenge. She would play to his game.

Her tail swished intently, almost catlike in the way it moved.

"Sahtara." She said in a twisted melodic tone. Though she seemed to be completely calm and at ease, in the back of her mind she held fast with little trust to the other wolf. She had never given trust to any but herself.The only emotion she had given to another wolf was seething hatred.

"You enjoy mind games." she stated with her dark and smooth voice she obviously knew she was correct and her catlike tail continued its smooth movements through the chilling air.

She breathed in the crisp air of the morning, but here, in this area the winter air mixed with something of a damp, mysterious smell. Which to most wolves would be menacing enough for them to turn away.

[kushiel]

The swishing of her tail caught his attention, almost a signal to the change in mood, her confidence growing with the daylight. Excellent. The game became more interesting with a willing partner.

“Sahtara” he repeated, caressing each syllable. He turned his muzzle from her gaze, looking off to the east where the sun started to peek over the edge of the earth. While still looking east, he replied coolly, “I enjoy the subtleties the game can bring about,” he paused a moment, quickly glancing in her direction, her physiology the epitome of a calm sea, admiring her skill at such ploys. But her blood-hued eyes gave away so much of her. Her very nature was written plainly on her features, and the land she claimed for her own only added to it.

Kushiel's golden eyes narrowed as he turned back to the east, pupils contracting as he finished his words, “And you enjoy the challenge, the thrill of the hunt as it were. You may one day live up to the standards these desolate lands”. The bait was set, and his spirit was filled with mischievous delight.

[Sahtara]

She set another piece down to the playing field with her swishing of tail, she had been confident from the moment she began to talk to the wolf. She flexed a paw to get more a feel for the earth here. The trees around were dead, the word "dead" made excited pangs of feeling run down her spine. The ground had begun to thaw, turning the icy crystals that coated the plantation into water.

"What is your cursing?" she wondered for a name and that would add a little more to the play board. She took a moment to analyze what the wolf had uttered.

"Rather the thrill of the kill." she replied "Unless I already have." she prodded the game further, always picking her words carefully.

[kushiel]

Grinning darkly he replied “Kushiel. Whether curse or blessing, it depends upon what side of the mirror is reflecting; the dark or the light.” Of course he meant himself as the mirror, and whomever he was dealing with was the reflection. The darkness in some wolves called to him, compelled him utilize them for his own manifestations. The light, on the other hand, compelled him to malicious deeds, to snuff out their perfect ideals and give them a taste of the true darkness that lay within them, repressed. “I thought you’d never ask.” He mocked, a sly glint in his golden eyes.

Adjusting his seat slightly, Kushiel brought his thick black tail to rest beside his left haunch, looking regal as ever. Dark as his nature was, Kushiel appreciated superfluous niceties. It was custom where he originated. And he lived up to very high standards. A low flying rook’s croak brought him out of his reverie, and his sharp gaze caught Sahtara’s. “Oh you think that do you?”

But this fancy flee bag was reinforced with rigid steel...

[Sahtara]

She nodded once, then said "Up is down, down is up." she wondered if Kushiel would be able to figure her words, he was smart enough...or she was over-estimating him. She was sitting tall with her tail tot he right, still snaking back and fourth.

Her bloody orbs were still locked to the raven wolf. She crooked her tail closer to her person and lay the tail wrapped around her paws. "Think that, I may." she again vaguely replied then paused "Are you here for an endless game or are you here for other reasons?" she said with her usual dark and persuading tones.

[sorry for the short post]

[kushiel]

"Indeed my Lady, it seems you’ve a fair head on those dainty shoulders after all.” The rook had since passed out of sight, but the low croaks could still be heard echoing through the sky. Sahtara brought her tail about her paws and Kushiel noted that he and she were almost contrasting reflections of one another.

She wasted no time this one. Kushiel looked levelly at her and replied casually “The game never truly ends for those who reach for the farthest depths of intrigue. “ Kushiel’s velvet ears swiveled, listening to that lone rook find his mates as a ruckus erupted a distance away. “But truly, I am here seeking acceptance in this so called pack you’re going to lead, and I am also in demand of a high rank. Nothing less will do.” He held his carriage erect and proud, black fur glistening in the rays of the now risen sun, his facial features haughty and finely carved, waiting for her to make up her mind on his use to her.

[Sahtara]

"Even in death the game is still played through the portals of hell." she replied.

She paused a moment to contemplate which rank to give the demanding brute. Since she had quite a fine day she decided to be fairly generous on the matter. "Your choice, which do you feel like taking?" she said sharply. Her thin, edgy features were still hollowed and emotions still separated from herself. She was actually relatively happy in the back of her mind.

[kushiel]

Kushiel listened to her words and of her offer, not surprised by it. Her sharpness sang to his blood, and his mood was slowly degrading to somewhat worse. The game of words and wits he enjoyed so much had been put on hold; serious matters took precedence. "Since I've no wish to be an Alpha just yet, I will settle for the Beta rank. Formalities run deep in my marrow, and I wish to be called Lord, as I call you Lady. It is only befitting of creatures such as us, Lady Sahtara, wouldn't you agree?" he asked coldly, but smoothly in his rich voice. It had been a long time since he'd been given the delicious task of punishment, and he hoped to do such as her Beta. It is a hard thing, to endure for too long without pleasure, no matter how wicked the nature of it be. His golden eyes clouded over with a red haze as he recalled the last victim he brutalized for the joy of it. The taste of his blood, the cries of pain. An unearthly smile crept upon Kushiel's muzzle at the memories, and he shook himself of the vision, his eyesight returning clearly, as he awaited response from Sahtara, the White-Witch, he nicknamed privately.

[Sahtara]

Her dainty, ivory face hardened even more as the more serious matter kicked into gear "Mhm...Well it seems that we have come to an understanding, my Lord Kushiel. You may have your Beta rank and I shall play by your rules on addressing one another. " She wasn't used to such formalities, but it could be something she could take to.

Now, she couldn't wait until bloody cries were heard from their enemies. Blood would be shed, she had heard howls in the distance and plainly knew there would be other packs. She maliciously smirked and looked to the distance.