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"Back Off she'll take you on"
She had fought with Firefly, she had touched a boy who didn't know how to be touched, and she had wanted Jacquez to touch her like every other male. The heat came back with in a day after saticfiying it, it was deadly, but it was more then she could do then to ignore it or get rid of it. The tall sleek red she wolf walked in her base form. She didn't shift anymore, not unless the heat was to much for her and she shifted finally to releave it.
A large leather collar hung around her neck, thick and hard to miss. It was strange to see the large bound item on the neck of the scarred she wolf. Her red coat was like blood while her yellow eyes were deadly orbs in her skull. Svara had beauty in her own intimidating way, each stride on a lean long legged body was strong and determined. Right now she was facing her own demons and she dared anyone to give her a fight, if it was male he might just be getting lucky.
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For the first time since he had arrived in Halifax, the hybrid boy chose to leave the city and do a little investigation. If he planned on staying there through the winter, he wanted to get a feel for the surrounding lands as he would eventually have to make frequent hunting trips outside of the city. Dante headed south, aiming to take a look at lands he hadn’t seen yet. Pack borders presented a blockade for him early on in his trip. He stood examining them for a moment before a grin leapt to his maw and he pressed forward into the pack lands. He didn’t plan on letting some bunch of mongrels impede his progress with some invisible borders. It was a stupid move on his part, considering how much he hated dealing with other people. Brazenly passing by some pack borders would almost guarantee that he would be running into someone. He had to look on the bright side, though; maybe this would wind up being fun.
Sandy, rock-littered beaches soon gave way to greener pastures. Andante stopped beneath a large tree with leaves beginning to don its fall colours. He grabbed one of the thick branches with one hand and pushed his feet against the trunk to pull himself up. It was a maneuver he had perfected while setting up trap after trap in the woods he traveled through. Amethyst eyes scanned the horizon for a moment, finding nothing of interest before the male settled against the base of the tree. The plan was to rest there for a time and keep an eye out for any pack-dwellers that may wander by. He pulled the hunting knife from the loop on his belt and fiddled with it for a short time, pausing when he heard footsteps on the earth below. Looks like he wouldn’t be resting for very like after all. Someone was tromping on through the territory and Andante quickly shifted his attention to the wanderer. It was another female, scarred up just like the other one he’d met, from the looks of it. Well, they were a feisty bunch here, weren’t they? He studied her from his perch in silence, face blank and disinterested.
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Svara walked with calculating steps, listening now that her heat had been saticfied. She would have a few days to herself. A clear mind before she needed to do it all over again. The leather collar hung around her neck again, even after two people had tried to take it from her already. It was all bull shit. They didn't understand what it was to her, and she had no intentions of telling them shit. They didn't want to know anyways, so it was no skin off her hide.
She smelt him, even when she couldn't see him. Her vision was bad in one eye, the other one having healed enough for her to be able to see prefectly. Her long legs stopped there movement and she sat down. Her shortened tail curled around her hind leg and Svara let a devious grin drift over her lips. Male or Female, she was free from the heat for today. So she could be herself, no guard. It felt so good to be able to act as she always had.
"You must be a fucking coward to hide from a girl. Or are my scars so intimidating you an intruder?" Her husky voice was dripping with entertainment. Svara was hoping for some form of fun, maybe a fight, rape, mayhem it all made her heart hammer and her body ridged with excitment. There was nothing better then trouble, nothing better then the unexpected. She loved to run head long into shit, it meant the surprise was all the more tempting at the end.
Shifting she stood on long legs and a lean body that spoke of her past. Long blood red hair fell down her back almost to her ass in straight lengths. Her yellow eyes stood out against her blood coat, maybe it was what made them so much brighter. Of course there were the scars, lines of them, crissing and crossing over her body. The word whore was burnt into her skin, and bitch carved into her upper shoulder. They were her trophies.
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It didn’t take long at all for the little, banged up pack wolf to pick up on his presence. She sat her ass down and grinned like some malicious fool. Dante sat up from his slouched position against the tree wanting to get a better look at the girl. His first glance had been right; she had a coat painted a striking shade of red that was marred by a number of scars across her body and face. Even more interesting to the hybrid boy, though, was the thick leather collar that clung to her neck. The sight of it had him comparing it to the black collar he always wore. He found himself wondering why the hell she would wear something like that. His was a ridiculous reminder of the past, and as idiotic as he felt for wearing it, he just couldn’t bring himself to rip the damn thing from his neck. He doubted it had the same significance to this pack mongrel.
His face contorted into a sneer as she yelled at him, not dismayed in the least by her harsh words. If anything, it made the silly bitch all the more interesting. With an introduction like that, it was no wonder that she was covered in all manner of scars. Andante laughed a mocking laugh, amethyst gaze never leaving her scarred form. “Trust me, girly, I’ve seen worse. Done worse, even.” A toothy, malicious grin began to replace his crooked sneer. In all honesty, it was refreshing to find a pack-dependent mongrel so full of moxie. Typically, any pack he stumbled into was full of self-important tight wads who tried to be diplomatic while they pushed him from their lands.
The obnoxiously loud girl began shifting into a much more pleasant form without another word. It pleased him to find that she wasn’t one of those pathetic, four-legged mongrels, but he was still a little disgusted at the fact that she would even bother to use that base form in the first place. Finding himself interested in whatever the hell she planned to do next Andante jumped down from his tree-top perch. He straightened up and took a single step forward, absentmindedly twirling his hunting knife in one hand. His amethyst gaze studied her once again, taking in the wicked beauty of those scars from a much closer perspective as he awaited her next move.
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