Enter the Beast

[PANDORA]

dare to open the box?

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She wove down the beach, her massive paws slapping the water, each time the waves rippled to to shore. Old, crusted blood mixed with the salty liquid making ribbons of dark crimson ooze out into the rift. Seaweed slithered in between her fat digits, trying to send their slimy fingers grasping around them. Without even a blink, she merely trudged on, slicing through the green slimy, weeds and continued her descent into a landscape she had never seen before. She had come upon it by accident and at finding its potential, she decided to explore it. There was much she could discover here and due to its remote placement, she knew she wouldn't be pestered by some of her pesky fleabag kind. Believe it or not, she was the entire opposite of the so called social butterflies who loved to romp, frolic and find any chance they could to cozy up together or chit chat about foolish subjects such as weather. She loathed being around her own kind and would no sooner shred their face off then talk about frivolous things like weather and what prey had recently run by. There were few; so few she tolerated but, she had not met one of said caliber as of yet.

She mused that if she ventured from this beach, she may come face to face with another but, the sheer thought of having to go through the torment of being preached too by some idiotic tree hugging wolftard was something she'd rather avoid. Many a time, she was forced to face such a scenario and the poor fool had to be put out of his or her misery for the brutal witch could not stand to hear another sentence from their mouth. Their bodies would represent nothing like their true form--they would be mangled beyond recognition, even to those who beloved them. Not a shred of remorse entered her heart over the grief and shock at their loved one finding them headless, faceless, eyeless and void of most of their fur and flesh. In fact, she chuckled as she ripped her victims to pieces and tossed their guts and organs all over the place--their intestines hanging from trees like tinsel and their bones like ornaments. She went into a fit of hysterics as their blood pooled the ground and stained the grass or dirt with a ugly, crimson stain to remain there until the next time it rained or snowed.

Her lips spread across her mangled muzzle, creating a crooked sneer as she moved deeper into the ocean and the salty water came up to her knees. Those citrus lanterns took on a brilliant but deadly sparkle as she lowered her shoulders and her dome fell a few inches. She was stalking and it was not clear what it was until she froze in mid step and stared at the Osprey who had a lobster in its clutches. The huge bird was perched on some rocks jutting out of the water and was oblivious to the beast who stalked him. Fate seemed to smile on the dark witch for the night covered the ocean in a shadow that matched her ebony coat almost perfectly. Only the silver shimmer of the waves was the difference between her and her black ocean backdrop. The wind seemed to be also in her favor for it blew toward her and not from behind so the giant sea hawk would not smell her rank perfume.

She remained still, calculating the sped and distance she would need to scare the daylights out of the bird and make him drop his dinner at the same time. She would have to be quick; like hot liquid grease on a griddle and land a masterful attack. She watched as the bird became engrossed on trying to rip the claws of the lobster and this became her one and only opportunity. Suddenly, she barreled ahead, her streamline bodice charging through the water. With the short distance she had to cover, luck was shining on her. If she had been even a few more feet away than she was, she would have lost the battle before it even started. At the last moment, she sprang through the air and sailed for the massive sea hawk. As she planned, the Osprey went into a panic, spread his wings and shot up into the skies, at the same time dropping his meal.

The Osprey took flight, his huge wings beating furiously to get away from the black menace and leaving behind the huge lobster. In no time flat, the merciless witch was pounding both paws on top of it to secure her grip through her weight. When it was locked into place, she dove her muzzle for it and began tearing the shell away, piece by piece. It was an arduous task at best but, she did not give way for she knew of the tender meat which lied beneath that red shell. She kept at it until finally she reached the tender, sweet meat. Shell carnage was littered all over the sand around her but, it was of no concern to her. She attacked the meat greedily, swallowing chunks of it whole.





OOC stuff;
muse; good
words; 917
comments; open to anyone

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[DASAN]

what you hide inside I see,
there's a scar that's always gonna be.

Home. The one place where safety was assured, where I felt comfortable, where I ruled. Not that I wasn't above all else in other areas, but here...here I could get no grief about it. This was my land, passed down to me from my forefathers. If anyone dared step foot onto this sacred land, they would have no choice but to listen to me, or suffer the consequences. Unfortunately, the souls of my past were all but forgotten. Those who had returned and joined after the great hurricane had now perished in the fire. So, for now, I was alone...which was not the worst thing ever. I had only myself to look out for, even though I had to do my own work. But no matter, I did not have anyone else I needed to keep my eye on or bother with. It was rather peaceful, a peace that should never be interrupted.

My massive body trailed slowly over the moist sand, a bit chilled by the water rolling in and kissing at my black paws. This winter seemed to be especially cold, for some reason. Parts of my territory were still covered in a soft, white snow...that looked as though it was not planning on leaving anytime soon. While this powdery blanket did not assist me in my hunting expeditions due to me sticking out like a sore thumb, it did help with tracking down intruders. It was this sign that first alerted me to a foreign being within my borders. I had noticed the prints in the snow and, upon closer inspection, realized that they did not belong to any wolf that I had ever met in the past. So, I followed them of course, and they finally led me here, to the vibrant shining waters of my magnificent ocean.

Illuminated by the moonlight, I saw the outline of a shadowed figure along the shore - the source of the prints that were further inland. A low growl escaped from within my chest as my golden eyes watched her take down a bird, a bird that was part of my territory. I approached her abruptly, my chest out with a spine of hair visible down my backbone. I went to address her, my voice deep and growling...what was she thinking? "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't you know this is territory claimed by Amiss? I should just kill you now you worthless trespasser, especially for killing an animal owned by other wolves." I took a step closer, my body towering over her own. I could tell this would be no tender sweetheart - they wouldn't have the stench of blood radiating from their putrid coats. "So this is your warning, either submit to join Amiss under my reign, or get your ass off of my land...unless you want me to do it for you."

I was not joking, I never did. However, the test for worthiness rested within my jarring words, attempting to invoke an answer of what kind of being she was. If she wanted to be useful, she would join and listen to me. If she wanted a price on her head, she would leave...and hope that I never decide to send one of my workers after her.

there's a past in everyone,
you can't undo, you can't outrun.

[PANDORA]

dare to open the box?

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She swallowed the last tender strip of red tinted white meat, when she not only heard but, felt the presence of another lurking behind her. First, was the purposeful steps thudding into the compacted sand then the sensation of warm breath trickling down the back of her neck. It sent her skin to prickle and her ears to flick and lastly a smug grin to wash across her chops. She waited for the other to speak, pretending to not notice it was there, even though there was no doubt she had a visitor. Finally, the voice came, masculine in tome and filled with arrogance and aggression but, she did not flinch for the brute was speaking to a hellion and not some weakling who would have already jumped, whipped around and went diving belly first for the sand. She turned with a casual grace that seemed to mock and defy him and her lips stretched further and her eyes took on a feral glint when she answered him. "You must not be seeing well this dark night for I did not kill the bird. I sent him winging for his life and stole his dinner." She studied him for a moment before continuing, her eyes never leaving his own.

"As for the other part of your lovely greeting, I had no idea this beach belonged to anyone. As far as I know, the world does not belong to any one thing but, to us all. Unless...times have changed? If this is the case... then, brute, I accept your terms under one condition--I will not be disgraced with some pitiful rank. What say you? She lifted her muzzle up as if to look down at him and sent her strong digits kneading into the sand. Her experience was etched in her body and within her eyes but most importantly was the murderous intent and malicious ability the witch promised within every fiber of her being. To deny her would be a mistake; a huge mistake on his part for a brutal male needed equally brutal members for his pack. She had no knowledge of how many were in his pack but, the fact that she hadn't laid eyes on a single one had her guessing he was solitary; just beginning to form a pack. Normally,when she entered a territory, wolves of the pack were quick; within seconds gathering upon her but, she had been wandering the beach for more than a few minutes and then eaten another minute or more, before he had shown up.

She felt the power flowing from the male--it was undeniable and slightly irresistible. She wondered if he felt the same effect. She knew she was a powerful bitch and held not an ounce of fear that her assertiveness would be denied. She did not fret being told she could not join for the ultimate loss would be with him and not her. He may not see it now but, surely down the path he would realize the error of his decision. It was not everyday you ran into a perfect assassin like the dark beauty who stood before him, with the mentality of a killer and the experience and skill to prove she was everything she posed to be and more. She stood unwaivering and unmoved and met so called "death" itself with a smirk on her face. He almost seemed to dare him, with those citrus hues, to do something--to lunge for her; to attack her. She lusted nothing more than shedding some blood, having a taste of his own, maybe even ripping that arrogant smile right off his face. Yet, she was captivated; fascinated by him as if some sort of primal magnetism drew her to this dark and deadly brute. No, it was not a 'lust' or 'love' for him but, merely a twisted admiration, that came from a bitch who was of a similar caliber as him. Despite, this 'admiration', she would not bow down to him and kiss his feet or be one of those femmes who rubbed all over a male they thought was particularly interesting. Hell no, she was a demoness and with that would come a resistance which was hard to crack and, the second she felt a male was using it to his advantage she would rip his limbs off one by one.






OCC stuff;
muse; good
words; 775
comments; She didn't actually kill the bird, she just scared it off. She ate the lobster though. ^^;;

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[DASAN]

what you hide inside I see,
there's a scar that's always gonna be.

How dare she? The first thought that crossed my darkened mind. I assumed her to be an intelligent wolf, I always gave others the benefit of the doubt when it came to that, but she was proving to be otherwise. She should know the etiquette of pack-life, even if she chose to not be affiliated with one. She was a wolf for heavens' sake, not one of those lesser cousins who have tried for ages to prove that they are equal to us. But that was another topic, one that I did not feel like thinking about at the moment. I had to deal with this pest instead, one of my own kind...sorry to say, but no better than those other slobbery mongrels. This defiant fae should feel lucky that she was still alive at this point, but that was only on account of my need to preserve my energy. My pack was not yet built to the numbers I hoped for, and so I could rely on only myself for food, I could not get others to do the work for me. So, I would only fight if necessary, or if I felt like having more than a bit of fun.

I snorted in disgrace at her comment to me, dragging my thick claws through the sand as I did so. A devilish chuckle escaped as I lifted my head to look at her, a look of disbelief upon my face. "Are you a wolf at all, fae? Do you not have a nose created just like the rest of us that could prevent you from stumbling onto these lands and making yourself look like such a fool? And while the world may not belong to any one being, these lands sure do. ..they belong to me. They have been ruled by my family for decades, so no...times have not changed, you are just severely uninformed. Very few, now-a-days, are like yourself...many more have at least some place they seek comfort, some place they call their home, some place they defend as their own. For someone who is seemingly so in tune with who this world belongs to, you should open your eyes." I paused for a moment, clearing my throat as she spoke about my 'terms' pertaining to this territory. I scoffed, and almost emitted a laugh as this bitch tried to make a deal with me.

"You cannot be serious. Do you want me to rip your head from your body? You do not reason with such an esteemed Alpha such as myself, on lands that you are not permitted to step foot on. You listen to my rules, and either follow them or watch out for the end of your oh-so-wonderful life." I stopped once more, debating on the words that I should let escape from within my muzzle. I rarely spoke without thinking first, except when fury engulfed my entire being. But now, while this female surely had me upset, I was not infuriated. This was mainly because of the potential that I saw within this fae, a stature and air not held by many...I must say. She would be a good addition to the pack, indeed, but I was not going to let her play the cards...so if she chose to leave, it would be her head that I would someday have on my plate.

"Let me repeat myself...these are my lands, and while you are on them, you listen to me. If you join, I expect you to follow the same laws I have laid out for everyone, and I demand your respect at all times. You will be ranked, but ranks may change as you prove yourself. You will be expected to look out for your pack-mates as they look out for you...no matter how the world looks at us, we are still a family - a rather dysfunctional one, at times, but a family none-the-less." I couldn't care less if she rejected my one and only offer, but I decided that a complement, no matter how minor, could be of some benefit since she was able bodied and fit the description of wolves whom I looked for to join Amiss. "Your physique is indeed a needed quality for this pack, and you could benefit us well, especially with the war that looms in our future. In return, we will assure you food, shelter, and protection - should you need it."

Rather the benefits of pack-life would appeal to the solitary female was beyond me, it was difficult to read others, even I could admit, but the more my eyes trailed across her blood-matted body, the more I hoped she would join me. "Should you accept, I will immediately place you as a Kappa, a soldier, rather than a common Sigma. This is an added incentive...since you are the first placed in the army, you will have a better chance at winding up as Delta (army commander) at a later time, a high honor rather than a 'pitiful rank'. However, if you reject my one and only offer, you will forever be hunted until your dead body lays at my feet. I will give you a head start this day, but tomorrow...you may not be so lucky."

I concluded, stepping away slightly as I watched her intently. My golden eyes never even blinked as they studied her movements, her reactions - attempting to read her, hoping to sway her.

there's a past in everyone,
you can't undo, you can't outrun.

[PANDORA]

dare to open the box?

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OOC; My post is coming! My computer went down and I lost the links to all the sites I was on! D:!! Now that i found CB again, I shall post my reply soon.

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