testing the demo

[kushiel]

“…call me what you wish lord Kushiel, it won’t bother me.”, Demolise told him slyly, and his blood beat a little harder for it. “I could call you many things, sly witch, perhaps a Lady won’t be one of them.” His voice was deep and smooth, but with a hint of malice, and dark desires. Oh yes, she may be the General, but he was still the Beta. And she had used his proper title. Perhaps Kushiel’s biggest sin was his pride, but if it was, he was vaguely unaware.

She had fire, he had to admit that much, and perhaps that is reason to her existence. The scent of water started to be overbearing, as Kushiel remembered his original reason for coming to the pool. He licked his black whiskered lips lazily, broke his gaze from Demolise for a moment before returning to her silver eyes, those bright full moons, and said flatly “Excuse me, General, but now that you’ve got your filthy feet out of the water, I’m going to have a drink.” He padded quietly to the edge of the pool, barely brushing past the dark, robust female. As he bent his elegant head to drink, Kushiel wondered if he were to be the only male in this pack. Time would only tell.

[Sahtara]

Her Ivory figure stilled and watched she said nothing for a few moments, formulating a quick plan on scouting the rest of the pack lands of which she had newly called home. She would assume the two of them were loyal enough, as they claimed high ranks and were smart enough not to risk being dead. "Hmm, so what are your expertise in warefare other than the obvious ability of battle, General Demolise?" Sahtara inquired for benefits later and to figure what orders the feme could carry out. But more importantly how she carried them out.