Behind Enemy Lines
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ooc: Let's get this going Big Grin WC: 333 {3 points}


Ever since the time Shawchert offered her a place in his ranks, she wanted to try and become an ambassador for the Inferni pack. If possible, perhaps she would be able to help make relations with his pack, then Inferni would have another ally and so wound the new pack. The dark princess slipped out of her home and stretched out her limbs as she pondered. She wanted to go back and see the wolf once more and figured why not begin to make better relations with them sooner rather than later. Seeing as the tan wolf and the jackal were on good terms, perhaps he would listen to her seeing as she was the Inferni member who almost joined his pack.

Once Sepirah was done with her morning exercise, she strolled along to the borders of her pack and began to admire the lines of skulls. The dark princess gave a soft sigh since this was one of the reasons why wolves never dared to come near. She could understand if they were placed here to show victories in war or fights, but not for fun or for ruthless murders. The jackal loved her home and wanted nothing more to protect it, but she didn’t want the other packs to get the wrong impression about them. The dark female passed the borders and slipped away, beginning her day away from home.

Because the pack lands were on the opposite side of the Dahlia de Mai pack, she had no choice but to make her way past the lands. She knew that they were on bad terms and she didn’t wish to make tensions any worse between the packs. The dark princess strolled along the borders, making sure not to get too close. One wrong move and she may be in trouble. So far it didn’t seem like there was anyone here and the jackal would have no problems getting to her destination. She emitted a small yawn before continuing on her way.


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yar quick

As usual he was on out patrol, nothing new about the day, other than the last time he was out he had rescued a poor soul. Seemed like though the whole pack was nothing but females, no males to help protect its borders. Nayru counted as far as helping keep tabs on the borders. Her own home bordered a good deal of Dahlia’s southern borders and with her training she was deadly enough to handle most threats that might be posed to her. With a yawn his eyes continued to look for any signs of intrusion by other wolves or other predators that may be a danger to the pack.


As usual since the fight with Noss he was armed to the teeth in his optime form. Never would he be caught without his weapons. Here lately it seemed his patrols were very eventful and today seemed to be much of the same as his nose caught the scent of another wolf close to their borders. This time though he just followed letting his eyes, nose and ears tell him the story of this traveler. Upon first glance it just seemed like someone who was traveling around their pack lands. Saluce almost turned back and home then but the scent smelled of inferni and instantly his hackles rose and his eyes turned cold.


Could they be again circling their borders to provoke another conflict. Damn coyotes never quit he cussed in his head. This time he was onto her, and soon his feet carried him within ear shot. He addressed her as he always address stranger except there was a hint of unrest in his voice.


“Bonjour Stranger, Care to explain what brings an Inferni Member along Dahlian borders?”


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table © Alaine
ooc: Meep Big Grin. WC: 325 {3 points}


Sepirah didn’t even know why she was continuing to hang around the Dahlia de Mai borders. She had no interest in the pack and wanted to just head to her friend’s pack. It felt like something was pulling her closer and wasn’t letting her go. The dark princess continued to sniff along the borders until her ear caught the sound of movement coming towards her. She knew that Inferni and Dahlia de Mai were on bad terms, and she didn’t want to get caught up in the mix of the grudge. She stepped back and turned to run, but it was too late. The jackal turned her head to see the gray male standing behind her. He had bright blue eyes and a muscular structure. The dark woman flicked her tail to the male before listening to him speak. She turned around and began to walk back towards him. ”That’s an interesting way to greet someone. Sounds so foreign.” She took a seat in front of him to respect the pack borders but formed a smirk on her face. ”No need to call me stranger. The name’s Sepirah Lykoi.”

Sepirah was having second thoughts about going to Shawchert’s pack. Perhaps spending a bit of time here, she would be able to get some more information to hand over to Inferni. The dark princess turned her head a bit before answering the male’s question. ”Oh, I was just passing by and decided to stop by. Why? Am I not allowed here?” At that moment, she folded her ears down to be innocent and more proper. If she was going to be a leader one day, she needed to make sure she acted like one. The jackal wagged the tip of her tail as she sniffed the male. She wanted to keep a note of his scent just in case she needed it sometime down the road. ”So tell me… what’s your name?”


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Sorry for the length ><

The blue eyes of the behemoth narrowed toward the women. She was very pleasant for his eyes to look upon at least. Taking into account her natural curves and the exotic nature of her looks. But again he reminded himself that his own little beauty wasn’t too far away. So with a puzzled look at her next action he thought about grabbing her hair and dragging her away just to make sure she wouldn’t come across any other Dahlian males who didn’t have the sense he had.


Crossing his arms he continued to let her speak as he looked down at her, obviously still not impressed, still highly agitated, but this wasn’t the first time someone had called him out on his greeting. An eyebrow rose quietly, no one really understood it just meant hello? Did it really take him explaining what it meant before people would understand a simple word as a greeting. He sighed inwardly before feeling the need to explain.


“It’s French for Hello Sepirah” he spoke blandly as he shook his head in annoyance. But so far she hadn’t seemed to be threatening in any manner so he wouldn’t escalate his aggressive nature as long as she kept her innocent little seat.


“The name is Saluce Tremblay, and what brings you out this way Sepirah? Obviously you aren’t a fool and know that there was some conflict between our two packs awhile ago?” Saluce hadn’t been a part of this pack then nor did he know that she hadn’t either. He also knew they had a hesitant truce between them so far, and he wouldn’t cross that line to provoke another war between the two peoples.



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table © Alaine
ooc: I love you Sepirah. WC: 311 {3 points}


Sepirah watched as the male narrowed his gaze to her. She didn’t blame him for it though. She was aware of the conflict between her pack and his pack, but somehow she felt like she needed to be here. She watched him cross his arms and smirked. He seemed to be getting upset over nothing. The dark princess was just passing through, nothing more and nothing less. She let out a light chuckle at his actions. He was actually kinda cute when he looked upset. Back more towards the current subject, she listened as he explained his greeting. It seemed there was more then one foreign language known in the area. Izaak knew German and now this male knew French. ”Well it’s a nice language.”

Sepirah’s ears moved as he introduced himself. He had a nice name and she smiled before he continued on. He asked again what she was doing at the Dahlia borders. She gave a small sigh before she explained again. ”I’m actually not sure. I was just on my way to a friend’s pack to see how he was doing and just felt like I needed to stop here. It was a hunch if you will” She gave another chuckle before she got up from her seat. She had no intentions of breaking the peace that was between the two packs, so she kept on her side of the border. The dark princess just wanted to stretch out her limbs before she left, seeing at it seemed her hunch was wrong. She wanted to see Shawchert before the night began to settle in. She raised her rear into the air and stretched out her front paws before raising her whole body back up. She smiled and looked back to the behemoth. ”So Saluce… I take it you’re doing your duty by watching the borders?”


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