roast in hell{fire}

[Skadi]

[bg=283641][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] the taste of salt was sweat on her tounge. it made her pelt quiver with excitement as she felt the tinge that it left on her. she had never experienced anything like these lands. they were soft and...exciting! the small rocks that made up the coast tickled her pads as she treaded across them. a cold breeze ran across the beaches, flattening her whitened pelt and spraying it with seawater. the pungent scent filled her nostrils, blocking her from recieving any other scents. usually that would have made her nervous..but here it didnt. the lands were so promising of safety that she felt that she could let herself go and be herself. something that she could rarely do. claws dug through the sand as the white vixen trotted towards the shores. waves ran towards her and then retreated like a wolf would do when approaching a buck. the analogy made her lips pull back in a slight grin. vocals beated lightly as she let out a light chuckle. lowering her crown to the salty solution, skadi allowed her tounge to reach out to it. she was curious as to what the cool liquid might taste like. however, it was not her fancy and the sour tang caused her to fall on her haunches in disgust. tounge rolled across her muzzle as she tried to rid her maw of the taste of the sea water. that was something that she never wanted to experience again. after her appetite for curiosity was subdued....skadi lifted herself from the sands and trotted towards the boulders that dotted the beaches surface. blue orbs gazed at the large formations, seeking one flat enough to be comfortable to lay on. maw unclenched and tounge lolled from her jaw in a relaxed fashion. rubbing against every other rock, the vixen spread her scent to give warning to other predators that might run about the beach. one could say that she was claiming the solace place for herself for the time being. once she found a flat enough boulder to house her, skadi clawed at its rough surface and dragged herself atop it. the stone was close enough to the shore to just be in the waves path, causing a brief shower of salty spray when one rolled in. laying her muscular self atop the rock, the femme let out a sharp huff before she layed her blackened muzzle atop her petite paws. lids swayed as she tried to stay alert, but the sound of the crashing water was acting like a lullaby to her. slowly, her orbs became blinded by her sleep, and she lay before the boulder unprotected and unshielded. if anything decided to attack her, she would be at a major disadvantage. however, this moment that she found herself in was worth any trouble that she may recieve. occ; there! I set Hellborn up a little bit ; )

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[Hellfire]

He moved like a phantom in the night, his huge bat like wings tucked snugly against his muscular body. Flames flashed through his optics as he stalked up to the shore lines. Everything about his disposition screamed predator. He weighed 120 pounds, and stood at least three feet tall. He had gold optics that spat hellfire and brimstone at anyone who dared to approach him. His crown was lowered slightly, ebony lips pulled back to reveal demonic looking fangs. He was an admirable foe, one you wouldn't want to meet anytime soon. His paw steps fell silently as he stalked upon the the beach, a snarl slowly ripping from his vocal chords. This place reeked of female, and all he wanted to do was avoid the incompetent gender of his species. He stood taller, allowing his wings to unfurl slightly to give him more of a frightening edge. He was a gorgeous shade of raven black that covered his whole body. There was not one imperfect strand. His maw was scarred from countless battles, but hat didn't take away from his appeal. In fact, it only added to his charm. He would never know why the female gender was attracted to him. The aura that consumed him was completely dark. There was no hope for light, and no hope of a happy life. He was not warm, he was a sadistic, cold bastard. The thought its self caused a malicious smirk to curl the corners of his maw into a demonic scowl.

There had only been two females to ever win his affections. His heart, no. But his affections, that was possible. Hellfire had no heart. He would kill without hint of remorse, and sink his muzzle up to the eyes in warm blood. What a delicious thought... He mused, very nearly purring to himself. He picked his pace up most eagerly now. The strapping through out his hardened body moved in unison to move the devil wolf forward. Each column was moved with precision, and accuracy. He lifted his maw toward the vast painted canvas that was stretched out above them, and inhaled her scent. His gait slowed until he came to a complete stop, and stood like a statue. Suddenly, he pin pointed her location. His optics opened, and a soft chuckle emitted from his jowls. Licking his chops, he unfurled his wings to their fullest extent, and pushed off into the air. gotcha. He mused before making a bee line for her inattentive figure. Thoughts of murder washed over him, and he nearly groaned to himself. Blood, he wanted blood. He was not in the best of moods, and this female just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. With thoughts of blood consuming him, he tilted his body toward the terra, and pulled his wings in close to his body. He began to spiral in a wild nose dive at an insane speed. He closed his optics, and counted to three. When he reached the number three his eyes snapped open, his wings following suit. He pulled up, just narrowly dodging an appointment wit the Grim Reaper.

He landed with a hard thud just mere inches from her, and snarled harshly. This was her wake up call. Dust rose in clouds from his landing, and made him look all the more menacing. His audits pulled tightly against his crown as he sized her up. She was a pretty little thing, but he would not show any more weakness for any more females. He'd learned his lesson. His maw parted to let his robust lyrics float on the gentle breeze. I knew I was hunting a female, I just didn't know you'd be so appetizing. As he spoke, a chill rose around them, and it was uncertain whether it came from his mere presence, or the words he spoke. He didn't speak again, but instead maintained a predatory circle aroundher. Each time he rounded her he made the space between them just a little less wide. Three red strips could now be seen. One riding the length of his body straight down the middle, starting from the tip of his nose down his spine to the tip of his tail. Two more strips were seen, one running the length of the right site of his body, and the other the left side. They were all anchored at the base of his nose. His optics were bright with malicious, and if there was one thing they screamed it was Hellfire was not to be trusted.

[Skadi]

[bg=283641][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] the waves were starting to pick up speed now. the influence of the moon was causing them to be more rough and what was a slight amount of water around the rock that the femme lay upon was now surrounded with a small pool of it. the change in the melody of her lullaby slowly woke her from her slumber. still groggy from her short nap, skadi remained with her blackened muzzle atop white paws. stiffness in her muscles caused her to contort her body in a short stretch. her new found comfort pulled her maw apart as she yawned the salty breeze into her lungs. licking quickly around her muzzle, she readied herself to dismount from the large boulder that had housed her. but there was something that prevented her from moving. an energy that wafted across her skin and caused her to become paralyzed as she awaited the worst. but that moment did not come. orbs flashed across the beach quickly, looking for the predator that she sensed...but there was nothing to be seen around her. cranium flipped upwards towards the empty skys that contained a new figure. squinting, she tried to identify the winged beast, but had little success until she saw it enter a nose dive. the new wolf had surely startled her. she had never expected to meet one that had the ability to the fly like the gulls that stayed near the shores. nore had she thought that another wolf would take such an aggressive manner towards her. she was valuable! she produced the eggs that produced the future. she had to be spared..but this brute seemed to think otherwise. as it came closer to her boulder, she noticed the hell that boiled in his orbs. he was not something to mess with and for the first time ever, skadi found herself slightly afraid of the conan. but she could not show her fear! that would make her just like all of the other pitiful bitches that roamed the lands. skadi was not one to be compared to the usual Jane. launching herself upwards into a standing position, she did little to subdue the growl that reverbeated in her chest. jowls flipped upwards, revealing the white and dangerous canines that her muzzle generally covered. but now was not the time to be nice. if this male was going to be hostile...then she would answer back with the same amount of hostility. small stones fell off of the large rock as the blackened brute landed his large form. she watched as he dragged his wings towards his bodice, gathering them for a later use. skadi answered his growl with her own, more dangerous one. saliva formed at the sides of her maw as she snarled towards her new opponent. it dripped down onto the bleached rock, altering its color into something more appealing. but now was not the time to take a gander at nature. this conan had interrupted the solace environment that she had created....he was not going to get away with that. blue orbs tracked the ashen male as he walked circles around her. she could feel his breath about her pelt as he closed the distance between them each time he walked around her. I knew I was hunting a female, I just didn't know you'd be so appetizing. pinnacles perked to take in the robust lyrics of the other. his words shouldn't of had such an affect on her, but he pelt shook in excitement. Tsuz had been the only one to make her do that...but now this male was making her quiver in delight the same way. duo tales flicked back and forth in annoyance as she snapped her own lyrics. Appetizing I may be..But that doesn't mean that you will be getting a taste anytime soon..... snarl remained strong, but her words flowed with a flirtatious energy. usually everything that she said to a male was full of that type of energy..mainly it was saved for Tsuz. but there was something mysterious about this one that excited her. she wasnt sure if she was digging herself her own grave or not...but only time could tell.

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[Hellfire]

The first thing to pass over Hells constitution was a smirk of amusment. Who ever this femme was she had spunk. He didn't like it. It was amusing but femme's that questioned your every demands needed to get a good bitch slapping. She snarled at him, apparently in an attempt to scare him off. Who the hell did she think he was? A mere child? Hell no. Hellfire was a born leader. He had commanded two other packs in his life time, but soon grew bored of them. So he had left for new lands. He found this one, and was quite content to wreck his havoc around here. Spittle splattered against the ground, bur he merely smirked. She reminded him of a young child tryig to scare away the monster that lived under their bed. It was notuntil she spoke did he grow angry. Her words were laced with passion; and for a moment shock shook him speechless. Was she flirting with him? He suddenly lunged closer, his jowls opening, and snapping toward her throat but his fangs met only air. He had meant to do that though. The hair on the back of his neck bristled, starting from the base of his tail and runnig up his spinal cord. He snarled once more, this one much darker, and more deep. Spittle flew from his mouth as he snapped Watch your damn tone!

Yes, he truly had the pits of hell in his eyes. His dome lowered slightly, and he tucked his hin toward his chest as he breathed heavily. She had not the faintest clue how much restraint he was using not to rip into her pretty body now. He growled once more, and barked That tone might make other males turn into mindless zombies, but it won't work on me. So find a new tone, or shut up. His tone was harsh, yet robust at the same time. His chest puffed out slightly before he began to circle her once more. He was sizing her up. She belonged to a male, or at least he thought so. So why the he'll was she flirting with him. Another spark of anger was seen in his demonic gaze before he seemed to calm himself. Within moments, seconds even, the evil scowl melted into a sadistic grin. He turned aroundher so his pelt brushed hers, but it was only for a fleeting moment. He was wrapping her up in his mind games. He cleared his throat, and spoke in a low seductive voice. Are you telling me you'd rather not let me have a piece of you? I could make it enjoyable. To be perfect honest, Hells had no interest in a relationship. He was Asexual, straight but had no interest in the females. One would have to swipe him off his feet, and so far in his life time only two had managed it.

One was dead, killed in a battle attempting to save the pack from a greater evil. The other, had no recollection of him what so ever. He seethed on the inside, but would not show weakness.

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[Skadi]

[bg=283641][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] His amusement was like gasoline to her fire. Maw twitched upwards into a slight grin as her snarl reverberated in her throat. She was going to enjoy this male. Whether he played along or not, she would enjoy his presence. Skadi had not found Tsuz yet, so this brute would have to do for her little cat and mouse games. She watched his own blackened smirk run across his muzzle and answered with a small mocking chuckle. Audits swiveled as she heard a new, strong wave heading towards where they stood. Sea spray fell atop her tainted bodice but she would not allow it to distract her. something about this male was wrong…he seemed unstable and Skadi liked that. At her words, she saw a slight confusion run through the brutes orbs. Had her tone taken him off guard? That was the first time she had seen that reaction. All of the other conan’s would have been about her in seconds…but not this one. Confusion wrinkled her brow, but before she could speak, she felt a rush of air between them. Saliva dropped across her muzzle and she felt a powerful snap about her throat. a strong growl beat from her vocals and she could feel that the growl was making her throat raw…but he would not get away with a move like that. Arching her back, Skadi pulled her blackened face away from the sharp fangs of the other. flashing her own bleached canines, Skadi twisted and answered with snap of her own. Her target was the brutes nape, but she was sure that he would prevent her from getting it. But she could still try. Watch your damn tone she heard the ashen conan snap, spreading spittle about the boulder. Her tone? Watch her damn tone?! who did this fiend think he was ordering around? Blue orbs flitted with anger and Skadi could feel herself becoming light headed from the anger that the winged beast had just injected her with. That tone might make other males turn into mindless zombies, but it won't work on me. So find a new tone, or shut up. she chuckled lightly at this, mostly because it was true. She could make males drop to their knees for her…and she loved doing that. She craved the control that it gave her. she let a satisfaction roll over her as she lowered herself on her haunches atop the boulder. Swishing duo tails about, she flicked them towards the hellbent, grazing them across his back legs and curling them around his paws. Growl died down and before she relaxed her jaw, Skadi lolled her tounge about her muzzle in a hungry manner. She made sure that her orbs were staring deeply into the others. Skadi watched as his chest puffed outwards in a dominant manner. She was amused, but she did not show it. Huff sounded from her sniffer as she watched him start to circle her again. Instead of getting up from her sitting position, Skadi stayed seated. She was relaxed now in his presence. His claws beat on the boulder and audits tracked them as they came closer towards her. She felt the brief touch of his pelt against hers and a quiver of excitement ran throughout her bodice. Are you telling me you'd rather not let me have a piece of you? I could make it enjoyable she heard him state. Crown flipped over so that she could see his expression. His maw was edged with a grin…something that she did not think he could wear. You could try… but I have doubts that you can satisfy my taste she stated, the flirt within her lyrics heavily laced in her features. Skadi lifted herself from her resting position and grazed past the males side until she reached the edge of the boulder. Haunches pushed her down from the rock and she landed softly onto the sandy shore. Flipping her duo tails, Skadi began to walk from the boulder. An invitation for him to follow if he liked. What is your calling brute? she called over her shoulder in a casual fashion before she continued her walk on the beaches. If the winged fiend followed, then she would surely have some fun.

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[Hellfire]

He had expected retaliation from her, and was ready to leap nimbly away from her response of snapping ivories. His audits hit his crown, and a snarl slowly traveled his vocal cords. He was not amused at the moment. As he calmed down she reached out with her tails to rub them along his body and down his front columns. His audits flattened against his crown as he ignored the pleasure that shot through him. He had no interest in falling for this vixen, and he'd be damned if he allowed anything more to happen. He had stepped away from her, his crown lowering ever so slightly as his gorgeous gold eyes accessed her. It was then he decided playing a little game with her wouldn't hurt. As log as he kept his anger on a leash. That was when the ashen brute decided to slink forward, and run his pelt along her tainted hide. He soon reasoned he had made a mistake because the reaction he got from her was definitely not the one he expected. Her lyrics were laced wit deadly seduction. It was as if she were a snake charmer, and he the corba. He shook her intoxicating lyrics off, and narrowed his optics on her. Another urge to launch for her throat flitted through his body, but he refrained. The muscle under his pelt strained with the effort, and he was sure a hint of lust was seen in his eyes. No, not lust for her, but rather her blood. The thought caused his tongue to snake out, and lick upon the edges of his mouth. His intelligent optics followed her every movement as she circled him, and then strode for the edge of the boulder they inhabited. A spray of salt water washed over his form as he slowly walked forward, twin pricks straining to catch her lyrics. He sucked in a breath as she asked for his calling, and continued to walk away. If she thought he was going to follow her, she was right. But it wasn't because he wanted her.

Not sexually, but for her blood. It sounds sick, I know. And it's exactly that. However, the handsome black brute lept from the rock, and landed swiftly behind her. He pulled his wings tighter against his body, and slowly strode after her. He watched as she walked, and had the biggest urge to tackle her, and rip into the nape of her neck. That's what he wanted to do, but he quickly reined in his desires, and focused on her words. His calling? What made her think he wanted to give it to her? He huffed with irritation, and asked I never understood the concept of giving your calling to a total stranger. No, if you want my calling, I demand to know yours first. His body quivered with another shot of desire. She had to taste good if she looked this good. He was by no means a vampiric wolf, but he did enjoy the thrill of killing. It was like his climax. He allowed his lids to flutter close for a few moments. The image of his most recent lover played across the back of his lids. She hadn't remembered him. She didn't remember how he had stood by her side, and loved her through everything. He had never been so devoted to another female and her memory had been wiped clean. The look of confusion that had crossed her face was one that had ripped what was left of him out.

A growl so fierce it made his throat raw ripped through him. He stopped, and looked away from the female. He was seeing red, and had an overwhelming urge to snap at her again. Why do you flirt with just any male you meet? You do not know what flame you are playing with. As he spoke, his voice sounded much more demonic, as if there were two voices entertwinned within his own. He turned his gaze to her's once more, and growled. His emotions were all over the place, and of she had any type of sense what so ever, she would run for the hills. Yet he had a feeling she didn't obtain any of this sense.

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[Skadi]

[bg=283641][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] She could feel a slight quiver run through the winged beast as she tempted him with her duo tails. A grin ran down her blackened maw as she felt the slight desire inside the male. However, she was unsure of what he desired within her. That was a question all in itself. Blue orbs flicked down as the brute lowered his crown and surveyed her. Any other female would be pissed with a male sizing her up…but the tainted femme was not. She liked when others looked her over. Not just because it sent a surge of lust through her veins…but because they could get a real good look at what they were dealing with. Skadi was not a little, petite female. She measured in at around 28 inches and was a heavy mass of 125; a mass that contained much muscle. If the brutes tried to pull any shit on her she would be able to answer back. When he seemed to be done surveying her, Skadi felt the rough brush of his own pelt on her own. Instead of melting into his touch, she remained erect in her stance. She did not want to seem too desperate and then find herself into a situation she was not asking for. No…that situation was for another male…and only that one. Instead of pushing into the brute more to ask for more of his touch, Skadi allowed for her playful smirk to grow. As she jumped from the boulder, she heard the crash of another behind her. Good, he was following her like a puppy…obviously he wanted something from her. But could she give it to him was the question. The sand beneath her pads was a relaxant. It massaged the rough underneath of her paws and allowed a relaxed sigh to escape from her maw. The waves were also allowing her to emerge in a solace state of mind. The sound of them crashing against the shore was melodic enough to take her off her guard. That was probably a bad thing in the case of the male that followed her…but she was confident that he would not hurt her. He seemed to show enough control to her through their times on the boulder. But one never knew…however, Skadi was not worried. She would not be intimidated by the hell-bent that followed close behind. I never understood the concept of giving your calling to a total stranger. No, if you want my calling, I demand to know yours first she heard him ask. He obviously wanted to be tough…and Skadi was sick of calling him a fiend within her mind. frown creased at her jowls, but she could understand the males concern. It was an awkward concept to give callings to others that were unknown. I am Skadi, Zsarina of the Ispiwitch she stated with pride. Chest puffed outwards to show that she did have something over the loner…and that was power within a pack. Now its your turn she demanded in a light voice. She wanted a name to the ashen beast and she would not leave him until it was given. What happened next though caught her off guard. Audits flattened against her cranium as she heard the snarl that ripped from his throat. she had not done anything that deserved the hostility that he showed…but she would not leave the call unanswered. Vocals raised in pitch as her own growl reverberated throughout her white chest. kissers curled upwards, showing her fangs in a warning to his bipolar change in mood. Before she could snap at his anger, she heard his demonic voice rise against the pitch of his snarl. Why do you flirt with just any male you meet? You do not know what flame you are playing with. she chuckled at this. Yes, indeed she was flirting, but it was all a game. A game that she loved to play. You do not know the female that you are messing with brute she snapped, glinting her fangs into the sunlight. His voice was making her feel unstable now…but fear did not show in her. she would not be afraid of him. but she could feel that something bad might happen. His tone was two harsh for something not too.

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[Hellfire]

As she gave him the information he wanted to know turmoil stirred inside him. She was in a pack? A powerful pack at that. His stance grew rigid as he narrowed his optics on her. She was practically royalty? He blinked a few times before he shook his head. If he touched her, he would have to deal with a very angry alpha male. However, if he did not inflict some kind of pain on some one soon he would be forced to kill. It was not that he was controlled by a demon, but by the mere fact that he thought he was. Hells was no dummy. He knew exactly what was going on inside of him, but others didn't and that's the way he liked it. Hells growled softly, and continued walking. He ignored her as she snarled at him, and told him that he did not know what female he played games with. His columns carried her past her, and further down the beach. It looked as though he would abandon her, but the brute came up short a few paces away. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he allowed an amused smirk to cross his constitution. I knew from the moment I saw you you were a pack dog. He paused, and turned to face her. A twinkle of mirth was seen in his eyes as he adoptive a predators stalk toward her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth to reveal glistening fangs. Suddenly however, he came to an abrupt stop. He longed for just some blood, but he could not get it. You do not know what I want from you, do you? He asked, his voice still slightly demonic.

He was plagued with the task of having to feel the warmth of her blood, and knowing if he harmed a hair on her head he would have to face the consequences. Snarling, his eyes narrowed as he launched himself at her, fangs bared, but once again he stopped short. He was nearly nose to nose with her. He was steadily losing control, and it was apparent. His wet nose touched her's softly, and for a moment he lingered. It'd be so easy to get her from here. He was so close to her that she could see the tiny scars that marred his muzzle. She could see the scar that sliced down his right eye. He blinked, and within moments was a few feet away from her. He had backed away from her, his crown lowered. Stay away from me. You, stay there. Don't come any closer. For a loner, he had quite a commanding tone. There was more to him than she would ever know. He took one more step back for good measure, and closed his eyes. The salt water lapped at his paws, and distracted him from the urging he felt. Kill! Blood! Hurt! he shook his crown, and kneaded his in the sand.

Finally, he spoke. My calling is Hellfire. I am no pack dog like yourself. And there was no hint anywhere in his sentence that he wished to be.

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[Skadi]

[bg=283641][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Her company was starting to become very ‘touchy’. It was almost like he was suffering through bipolar fits of desire and anger. Skadi was having a hard time trying to determine what he wanted from her. She would not give anything up easily…everything came with a price with her…but the mixed signals she was receiving from the mutt was enough to confuse her heavily. And the confusion only made her snappier. However, for the moment he seemed stable. Paws sank into the sands where they walked. Shoulders dipped unevenly as she lost and regained her balance on the unstable footing. A frown crossed her maw at the material that she walked upon. It was unlike the forest floor that she was used to traveling…the grasses in the woods did not suck her in like the beach did. She was getting sick of the quicksand that tried to drag her into hell…but she did not want to jump upon another boulder. She did not want to be in such a close area with the hell- bent that was starting to lose control. Not much could scare the white fiend but there was an aura about this ashen brute that sent a quiver of fear down her spine. Now that she knew him a little more…she knew that if she continued with her game than she would be treading on thin ice. But who was one to say that she did not like to live on the wild side? Skadi watched as the male paced farther in front of her. Before she could quicken her pace to catch up to him, she saw his cranium flip to look back at her with an amused grin. A grin that should not have fit across his façade. I knew from the moment I saw you you were a pack dog. a chuckle emitted from her maw as he referred to her as a ‘pack dog’. She was no dog! She was a pure bred wolf…not a mutt that should be killed off for the better of the species. Her chuckle soon evolved into a low pitch snarl as she snapped back at the winged fiend. Refer to me as a dog again and you will likely lose some appendages…My pack will gladly assist me in doing so. her words with filled with a venom that was fit for a cobra. She did not have the patience for his cheap lyrics and hopefully he would get the message through her tone. Before she could tell him to hold his tongue, she watched as he began to approach her again…this time like a predator. You do not know what I want from you, do you?. audits perked forward….what he wanted from her? Stance became more erect at the words that he stated. Before she could ask what he seeked, blue orbs caught the blur of his bodice as it flew towards her. kissers flipped upwards to show dangerous fangs that would gladly rip into his tawny flesh. Skadi waited for the right moment to attack but before that time came….the action stopped again. Keeping her fangs in a menacing stance, she felt the cold of his own nose against hers. Then he was gone again. Pinnacles caught the sound of the sand being dragged backwards. Stay away from me. You, stay there. Don't come any closer.. his tone was commanding to her…but Skadi was not the one to take commands, unless of course they were from Tsuz. Duo tails held themselves out as she lowered her skull in a predatory stance. She would not step forward but she would not let herself become a sitting duck. He was beginning to show her that he wasn’t just a wolf….but a twisted being that had major problems. Problems that had the ability to end her life right then and there. My calling is Hellfire. I am no pack dog like yourself. What were with these mood changes! She was starting to get sick of his ever changing attitude which proved that he was an unstable wolf. First he was ready to rip her throat out with no remorse and now he was giving her his calling. Hellfire was becoming more awkward by the moment. His past words floated through her mind again. He had wanted something…something that she did not know. What do you want from me? curiosity filled her tone as she popped the question. She wanted to know what he desired from her because that would be the deciding factor on if she should hold her ground or flee. Scratch that…she would never flee. Weakness was not an option for her…or any Ispiwitch for that matter. She would stand her ground…even if her life was on the line. That’s just how Skadi rolled.

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[Hellfire]

He made sure to keep his distance from her. He knew he was confusing her with his sudden, and relentless mood changes, but he could not help it. Ever since he murdered his first mate, his pups, and those of his first pack that tried to stop him. he had done it to appease his father who had been the lord of hell of one point in time. Hellfire has been the fallen prince. He wanted nothing more but to take his rightful place beside his father, but the brute despised him. He asked Hells to move heaven and earth, and the brute had nearly done it, but it was never good enough. That was when the ashen brute had found out he was merely being used by his father. It ad been too late though, he had already left a trail of carnage behind him. He had been consumed by blood lust. First, his fangs had sunk into his beloved Reyes neck, and sliced right through her jugular. Then he hunted down his pups, and killed them all brutally, and dropped them to lay silently in their mothers' blood. He didn't know who from what, after that. He murdered at least ten other pack members before he came to his senses. So her threat of losing appendages did not phase him in the slightest. He merely scoffed, and replied If your pack even approaches me with fangs I will slaughter them. Or at least a few before I go down. My dear, I am not afraid of death. So keep your petty threats to yourself. He blinked a few times to keep the images of his past to himself. He needed not to show any emotions. Not to her. His eyes began to lose all emotion as he managed to supress his lust, and clear his throat. Then she asked the dreaded question.

Her question was a very good one. What was it exactly he wanted from her? His gold optics accessed her for a few moments as he weighed his responses. Did he want to kill her? Did he want to see her optics go dull, and watch as the flame of life left them? Or did he simply want to cause pain? To sink his fangs and claws into her, and feel the warmth of her blood, and hear her screams of agony? He stiffened at the thought. He shouldn't want either of those things, he did not need bad relations with her pack. He wouldn't back down from a fight, and he'd rather leave this world in a frenzy of fangs, claws, and blood. But as it was, he didn't lose with dignity too well. He was silent for a few more minutes as he allowed the ocean breeze to ruffle his ashen coat. His front paws kneaded the sand furiously, his claws expanding, and retracting to create deep grooves in the ground. Suddenly, his lyrics met the atmosphere. Don't take this the wrong way, Skadi. I do not need you running to your posse of pack mates, and telling them about the awful mutt-which, surely is what you think of me- that you met at the beach. Finally able to rein in his emotions he spoke logically. He gave his broad shoulders a shrug before standing up, but not pacing toward her. He chose his next words wisely. I am not dumb, miss. My behavior repulses you, that much I am sure of. Yet, it is because of circumstances in my past. Circumstances I will never tell a soul about, for they taught me nevr to trust anyone. Again, another pause. Then he drew nearer to her. He didn't want to say anything out loud just in case there were others lingering about in the shadows.

He drew up beside her, and placed his maw right next to her audit as if he was tellig her a secret because he was. His breath brushed past her ear as he spoke. Put simply miss, I want your blood. He drew back then, far enough from her that she couldn't lash out at him. He tilted his head to the side, and smirked then. Does that satisfy your curiosity? He asked, then rolled back to sit upon his haunches.

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