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WARNING This thread contains: strong language and strong violence starting with the 4th post. Reader discretion is advised.

When the small band of wolves had first traveled into the heart of Nova Scotia they had trailed by Inferni on their way off Halcyon. Azalea had right away made note of it in her mind, so that when Anathema was to form they would be quite a safe distance from the neighboring pack. She had traveled south as well, looking to see where others might be situated. In time, she had come to find that only Inferni and Phoenix Valley seemed to be close by. Once Anathema was set up, she had promised that she would go and speak to the leaders of these respective packs, if only to gain some information on them. Right away, she would begin to make files for each of the packs she came across, in case she’d ever need to use it in battle. After all, Azalea was quite the strategist.

Today her mission was to seek out the leaders of Inferni, and gather more information about the clan of coyotes. So far, all she knew was that their lands were marked by a strange array of bones, both canine and human. In her gut she had a feeling these people would make for ruthless battle opponents, but perhaps now she could form an alliance if she played her cards right. If they were the powerful creatures her mind already played them out to be, they could be useful to her. She supposed only time would tell.

For the sake of quicker travel, Azalea arrived outside of the clan’s borders on four paws. Right away, she began to trail along the scent marked perimeter, trying to gather what Intel she could. Of course she would call for one of the leaders to meet her after a moment, but the dark colored woman knew it would not hurt to get an idea of the type of people that lived here before she went diving into her diplomacies.



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Sure! Could this be set in Occaus Premontorium? (310)

He had caught a glimpse of movement during his patrols. As always, he hung back for a few moments, observing the situation before acting upon his instincts. He had always known that he had good instincts, but lately, he had seemed more easily enraged. While this meant more adrenaline for his fights, it also meant he had to be smart. If he was this agitated – more than normal, at least – than he hoped to control it enough to observe the situation before leaping into battle. He had to be smart about it. It was a small miracle that he had noticed something was wrong to begin with, too; normally he never would have paid attention to such things.

Hybrid stalked after the visitor, keeping a safe enough distance so that he hoped they would not hear him. He froze when he stepped on a twig, panting in the fading light. It was late afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set. However, there was still quite a bit of light as this was the sunniest part of the territory. He shook his head and trotted closer, intending to reveal himself and demand the intruder do the same. He approached slowly, though not necessarily cautiously. He suspected he had already revealed himself to the wolf and made no attempt to hide his steps now. He emerged from behind a rock in his ever-customary Secui form.

“This is Inferni. Get out,” he spat. He wanted so very much to dispose of this intruder and be done with it. He did not snarl, but he made it known that he was not happy to see the wolf. His hackles were raised, his tail was pointed, and his flews were pulled back just enough to show his teeth. He moved closer, stalking forward with confidence. This wolf had no right to be here.


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It seemed as if the coal colored girl would not have the opportunity to explore much of the perimeter on her own. Alert ears swiveled at the sound of the male’s approach, while cold golden eyes studied the rugged and hostile form that emerged from the surrounding area. Azalea had not gone far past the marked scent, but it seemed as if this male did not care. Clearly he was in no mood to hear of her reasons, and wanted her gone. That would not do. That would just not do at all.

"Is everyone in Inferni this rude?" She sneered, flashing her milky fangs in response to his. She did not reflect much more of his hostility though, even if he did present himself as a worthwhile opponent. Though Azalea was wolf blooded and thus naturally had more size than him, Hybrid’s secui form had given him an advantage over Zale’s lupus. Still, she had faith in her combat skills and did not yet feel the need to openly fight back just yet. First, she’d play with him.

"That’s hardly a way to attract new members," her tail wagging just slightly behind her. When in the company of males her own age, she often stumbled for words and felt entirely out of place. Yet, Hybrid was many years older than her and so her weakness played no role here. Instead, she found no fear creeping on her as she glared back to those crimson eyes. "But don’t worry," she spat, "I didn’t plan on joining your useless band of mutts anyway," a cruel grin forming.


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He honestly didn’t understand how wolves could be this dense. He shook his head, punctuating it with a warning growl. She needed to back the fuck up and back the fuck off. He lowered his head, pulling it in close to his head out of habit. Her hostility only bred more anger on his part and he fed off it. While her word aggravated him, he fed off them and felt them pulse through his veins like blood. He licks his chops, watching the wolf before him with hunger in his eyes. He wanted to destroy her and eat her from the inside out. When he finally spoke, his words were so wrought with a desire to annihilate her that he was just barely able to croak them out.

“These are claimed borders. We mark them for a reason. If you need assistance, howl. Why the fuck doesn’t anyone ever get this?” He rolled his eyes as he spoke, trying dearly to ignore her other comment. He then added: “so get the fuck out.” He kept his fangs bared, partly in response to her flagrant display of strength and partly in response to her rude comments. Did anyone honestly think they would be treated with respect when he found them spying around Inferni’s borders? It did not surprise Hybrid that Inferni had developed such hostility to wolves when they strolled about the clan’s borders like they belonged there. They most certainly did not.

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They were such a deadly duo; so perfectly similar and yet deadly when mixed. The emotion that began to rise between them – this mixture of intense loathing and a need for power – fueled them both. Neither would back down, though it would have been Azalea’s place to do so. The girl, however, was headstrong and wanted to see how much she could stoke the coyote’s fire. It was clear that her presence angered him, and this only propelled the coal colored girl further. At the sound of the low growl in his throat, Azalea merely let her grin widen. Oh, how wonderful all of this was. It had been such a long time since she had faced resistance. She had been starting to wonder when she would be matched against a worthy opponent. It seemed as if her muscles and bones ached for a conflict, but she did not act on those impulses yet. Instead, Azalea sneered cruelly at the Tesserarius, laughing at the venomous words he spat at her.

"Oh, dear boy, I wouldn’t dream of stepping pass that dirty piss and spoiling my coat," her features firm with matching hostility, though her frame remained largely relaxed. Her hackles had yet to rise, nor had her paws sought firm ground to stabilize her position. For now, she was just toying with Hybrid. Gold eyes kept a close watch on the crimson, looking for a hint of attack. When it came down to fighting, Azalea was usually a good read. She’d put up her guard in time to fight back, but for now she knew it’d rub this coyote the wrong way if she continued to act as she was. The thought was pure ecstasy.

"I was merely looking," she said with a sarcastic innocence, taking a few steady steps. Azalea did not dare let her gaze leave him completely, but she drew her focus away from him as if to demonstrate her point. "It’s sad to think you consider this garbage a home." After all, prosperous was not a word that first came to mind when one thought of The Waste.


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He was so sick of all their bullshit. He gave them warnings – always – but they never listened. He would issue his statement in the foolish hope that they might someday heed his well-spoken warning and leave. He would probably dislike wolves a little less if they actually listened to what he had to fucking say rather than just insulting him on his own clan’s borders. He didn’t understand how they couldn’t see the error of their ways: he was never in the wrong, for there was nothing wrong he could do. His words might be harsh, but it was to inform them of the gravity of the errors. It was also because he hated them. He saw it as a win-win situation, but clearly, he was the only one. Sometimes he felt like a fucking baby-sitter stalking up and down these borders. He always came across wolves like this one with their sly words, squinting eyes, and snake-like expressions. He did not like it at all.

He felt his hackles rise when she spoke again and replied with a simple snarl. Why the fuck was she wandering around claimed land and insulting them like she had every right to? She had no rights. This was Inferni and here, she would have to obey their rules. She had already broken them, so Hybrid did not see any reason to play nice. As she spoke again and moved closer, Hybrid lunged closer as well. He gave himself some room, but stalked closer as she continued to speak. He could hear her – oh, he heard every word and every time she said something, he wanted to rip it all out and make her eat it. Maybe he would carve the words onto her flesh afterwards, too.

Once the word ‘garbage’ left her maw, Hybrid moved to attack. Like always, he moved quickly and with a sense of lightness. He stalked closer and kept his neck scrunched in. He did not need to bare his fangs since they were in fact already bared, so all he had to do was shift his weight, turn, and lunge at her neck. He didn’t know how much fighting experience she had, so he put his weight into the attack, keeping himself grounded and ready in anticipation for a reaction.


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She did not know what made her such a cruel child, but Azalea had always had a heart of stone, as far as she could remember. Even before she could shift and utilize the dexterity of her Optime form, the girl found ways to tease and traumatize anyone around her. She had been known for her cruel tendencies, not a care in the world if she inflicted any pain onto anyone else. She’d laugh her malevolent laugh at the unfortunate souls to cross paths with her, and they’d stare up at her with wide, pleading eyes. IT had always been that way. For as long as she could remember.

The coyote did not offer words in response, but it seemed as if the Rakeeb’s triggers had been successful. The male coiled and sprang for her, and four paws found steady ground to brace herself for the impending attack. The dam broke away, and a mix of adrenaline, anticipation, and callousness flooded the young coal colored girl’s veins. As lips pulled back to reveal gleaming milky fangs, gold eye glinted as light caught them and the girl offered a beckoning growl. She was ready. Oh so ready for a lovely tango.

Perhaps it had been because she had not been loved as a child that she had turned out to be this way. She did not fully remember her first weeks of life, or the reasoning behind her abandonment. The girl had been taken in by another she-wolf and had been raised with this surrogate mother. Even then, she did not feel much attachment or love for her. Azalea grew to become a young adult, and yet she had never really experienced the lives that her ‘siblings’ had. She had always been outcast somehow, different. She was the black sheep. And since it came with negative implications, she had held fast to them. If they wanted a black sheep, they had been given one.

The coyote lunged for her, his size giving him an advantage of Azalea. However, the girl was ready for his attack and aimed to move from the path of his lunging fangs, so that her beautiful appearance may remain intact. Shifting her paws expertly beneath her, Azalea used her weight to throw a counter-attack at Hybrid, hoping to snap at his hinds legs and hopefully throw him off balance. Really, she just wanted to toy with him. But if he wanted a real fight, there was no doubt that she would oblige him.

She had yet to come to the realization that Amadeus and Mackenzie had tossed her away upon her birth. She had four littermates that most likely did not know of her, just as she did not know of them. In a family with beliefs so strong, Azalea could not be permitted to live. She had never been loved, even at birth. It was a pure miracle that she had been found and taken in, but that did not mean she was loved. Who could love the black sheep?

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OOC Ending: The encounter escalates into a full blown fight, and both are able to land a couple of hits on one another. While they both leave the scene a little beaten up, the real conclusion of the fight comes when Hybrid manages to inflict some major damage to Azalea’s shoulder. It is then that the Rakeeb retreats for home, and leaves Hybrid the victor.
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