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WC :: +### OOC :: Cause I'd forget to start this. Set today?
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Zalen was hungry, and he was hunting. It was dusk, the sun starting to set, the shadows lengthening; the perfect time to catch creatures either turning in, or coming out, for the night. The sable male stalked along on all fours, still in Optime, a form that he had nearly been exclusively using. He knew it made the members in his pack who did not have the virus uncomfortable, but there was a reason for it. He was one edge, unsettled. Ichika was gone, there was a mad-woman out there attacking his members and someone also was stealing puppies, and there were whispers of a gathering pack to the north of them. He was worried, but for now, his hunger trumped his worry. Soon he picked up a scent and immediately was turned on. It was equestrian, a horse. He had not had the chance to dine upon one yet, but he knew it would be easy to catch. Horses were not meant for this place, and the ones running wild had surely been kept as beasts of burden at one time. He was sure it did not belong to any of his members, for there were only a few of them with such creatures, and they kept them far away from the borders for this very reason. Zalen walked slowly towards the scent, knowing full well this hunt would be easy. But as he neared, as the stench of horse became stronger, another scent entered into the mix. This one was canine, and vaguely familiar. The familiarity immediately sparked recognition; the blond-bitch. It didn’t quite smell like her, but it was a hint of smell he could not ignore. His pace quickened, and ahead he saw as a cloaked, blond headed female dismounted the horse he had been smelling. His fur immediately stood on end, mouth twisting into a snarl. It was her! He did not hesitate, and propelled his muscular form forward, letting loose a blood-chilling, feral snarl.
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WC :: +### OOC :: title is nice table evil yup >.<
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You blonde bitch, I'll kill you! The woman was caught off guard, and Zalen collided with her solidly, sending the both tumbling to the ground. He pinned her immediately, massive paws nearly crushing her shoulders in the ground. She struggled, and cried out at him, but he raised back head and opened his jaws to make quick work of her. He would rip out her throat, watch her as she died before him! It was punishment worthy of her crimes. But just as he was about to snap down, he realized that something was wrong. He wasn't sure what exactly tipped him off, but it may have been the silver streaks in her hair, or the subtle red in her fur, or the scars, but he realized that he hadn't seen any of these things on the blonde trader. This wasn't the right woman. But whoever she was, she was still too close to New Dawn for comfort, so while Zalen's face relaxed from a vicious snarl into a dark scowl, he did not make any move to harm her, Who are you! What are you doing here? He said gruffly as the adrenaline still poured through his veins. It was not her, it wasn't her. Damn it!
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Aeron
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight!
WC :: + OOC ::
Believe me
You've never met another one like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
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She was a strong woman, but not strong enough, and this seemed to bother her tremendously. She cursed at him, spoke harsh words, but also explained herself. An “Atheed” of Anathema, whatever that meant, perhaps an emissary, and bearing gifts. But why again? Hadn't the alcohol and marijuana brought by the Anathema Alphess been enough? What a thoughtless gift that had been, and it had given Zalen and immediate bad taste about the Anathemians. And now this woman was here on the borders, smelling like the blonde woman had, and demanding who he was. Zalen did not release the woman yet, but pushed his upper body out in the ultimate show of dominance, I am Zalen Damaichu, and I’m the Alpha of New Dawn. You, Aeron Ganesa of Anathema, come to my borders with the scent of a woman who has attacked one of my members and trades in the lives of other Luperci. You also have the color of her hair. Then, in quick motion he pushed off her and allowed her to stand, and stood himself and crossed his arms, You are not her, however, and for that I apologize. He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for what he had done to her, or that she was not the woman he wanted to kill. Zalen was beginning to calm, but he braced himself for an onslaught from the woman, as she was most likely to give him. But he was extremely perturbed now, especially because of the scent. The blonde dog did not quite smell like that, but it seemed to have been a scent that lingered on her. What was going on here?
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Aeron
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight!
WC :: + OOC :: Aeron cannot know it was Kiara's kid. Cause Aeron will go ape crazy on Amy because her and Kiar are friends. It'd mess up their plot I'd feel bad.
Believe me
You've never met another one like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
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And, of course, his previous deduction of this woman’s personality was correct, and like a viper she spat venom at him. He stood his ground though, very still, like an imposing solid shadow, green eyes peering at her. But when she stood and revealed herself to not be a dog at all, but in fact, a coyote-mutt, Zalen had to force himself from lifting a lip again. Coyotes from Inferni was one thing, he knew they wanted to keep away from New Dawn just as New Dawn wanted to keep away from them, but ‘yotes from other places he held no love for, and especially hooded ones coming cloaked by the evening. But despite their scuffle, the woman did not seem too much of a threat, and she made more clear her rank by calling herself the third leader of Anathema. Zalen was not impressed, but listened to her anyway, and saw as her frustration slipped quickly into annoyance, but not annoyance at him; she asked if he was talking about a golden dog with a slave. Zalen’s ears perked; did this woman know of her? Yes! He said a little more excitedly then he probably should have, She came here once with a cart and a coyote slave; I drove her off then. But since that time she has attacked one of my members under no provocation. He was still very angry about that; because of that bitch Fayne was now marred forever, not terribly so but enough to remind her and everyone else that she had been branded by the insane dog. The dark Alpha pulled away from his thoughts, If you know anything of her, please, I implore you tell me. Her crimes deserve a harsh punishment, and I will deal it myself if I have to. He was sure that she knew exactly what kind of punishment he wanted to dole out, especially after his attack.
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Aeron
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight!
WC :: + OOC :: Aeron cannot know it was Kiara's kid. Cause Aeron will go ape crazy on Amy because her and Kiar are friends. It'd mess up their plot I'd feel bad.
Believe me
You've never met another one like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
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Zalen watched her warily, but it seemed as if she knew exactly what he was talking about it. She apologized, though it was only for show, and then said that the woman should indeed be dealt with. Zalen raised his ears and listened to her very closely, as she spoke her next words. Apparently the woman’s name was Amy Saunders, and that she had her good share of enemies, and that this Aeron woman would not be bothered if they indeed managed to kill her. Zalen cocked his head slightly at this, and uncrossed his arms, already liking this Anathemian more and more. He watched carefully as she moved to her horse, stating that she would give him any information on the golden bitch that he wanted, and then procured a lovely smelling bundle for him and telling him that it was a gift. Zalen stood still for a moment but then let out a long sigh; he felt foolish now, and took a few steps forward to take the package from her, Thank you, for the gift, and for the information. I apologize. He felt really stupid now, but tried his best not to show it. But he straightened up quickly, First of all, I need to know where Amy is, if you know. She does not smell of any pack to me. Little did Zalen know that Amy was indeed being housed in Anathema, though for not much longer.
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