I Can Be Your Nightshade {Howlzz}

[Hellfire]

Blood.

Blood was the only thing that consumed his mind as he stalked from the shadows, his form pushing against the low hanging branches of trees. His ashen coat made it easy for him to appear as a night stalker. His columns helped him prowl easily through the dense under growth. His gold optics were narrowed as he searched for something. Anything to kill. He pulled his bat-like wings tighter about his bodice, not wanting them to become snagged on anything. A flash of white caught his attention, and he sprang to life. It dashed just to the right of him. In a flash of deadly ivories he had the rabbit clutched in-between his jowls, and was applying quite the death grip. Bones crushed, and legiments tore as his teeth crushed his prey easily. With a quick snap of his mouth he tore open the belly of the rabbit, and sank my muzzle to the eyes in the warm blood. He almost sighed in relief. Hellfire was the definition of fear. Just the aura he carried with him was cold enough to ward almost any one away. Yet, the female counter part of his species were mysteriously attracted to him. The thought in it's self caused a scoff to dance upon his lips. Hellfire pulled away from his kill, and frowned. His blood lust still wasn't satisfied. It was too easy. Snarling with frustration he swiped a paw furiously at the ground, and left deep grooves in the soft soil. The demon wolf began to pace back and forth, his twin pricks pulled tightly against his crown.

What was one supposed to do when they were an outcast in society? A low growl ripped from his vocal cords, and began to grow so fierce that his throat was soon growing raw. Hellfire lacked purpose. All he craved for was blood, andhe knew there should be more emotion some where in him. Yet, all he could find was anger, hatred, and darkness. There was no good in him. Just as he was about to get lost in thought the snap of a branch caught his attention. Instinct took over, and he lunged in the direction of the sound, his teeth snapping only on air, but the warning was clear. He was ravenous for blood, and strife. He extended his wings a little bit just to show his true nature. The three red stripes that highlighted his body made him look all the more demonic. The middle one ran the length of his spine, and anchored at the base of his tail. The other two ran the length of his left and rigt sides. It was a strange marking, but it made him all the more unquie.

His jowls parted to speak. Come now. Surely, you're here to play a game, but I am not the pawn.

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//. Under the brush, blending in among the darkest of shadows lay a slender lupine. Bright, shining blue optics stood out in the black. Even though it was day, with the sun shining brightly, under the dense canopy of leaves even that seemingly happiness could barely break through, leaving the place a depressing muted grey. Nyx wasn't really sure why she came here. She wasn't really in the mood for conversation. Sure, a little bit of fun now and then was needed, but just coming back from belittling a mind to nearly nothing she was really quite satisfied in that aspect. No need to overdo it, she just got here and she really didn't feel like getting run out quite yet. But then another wolf had entered the picture, and so now then she became fascinated, watching intently as he tore through the woods. She heard him crashing through the forest before she saw him, but as he had come into focus she took an intake of breath. This brute was big, a muscled, and obviously not afraid to fight, considering his actions. He was almost her exact opposite; a black, slender maned wolf with blue eyes and no prominent muscles. Sure, she was as finely tuned as her body physique would let her be, but that wasn't very much. She was a wolf of stealth, a wolf of speed, and yes she was skilled in the art of killing for at one point it was her job, but more or less they were still as close to opposites as they could get from just one look.

//. Nyx, being in the same position for an hour or so, was very stiff. She moved, just slightly, but still too much. A branch snapped, and in the dead quiet forest it echoed. The brute lunged in her direction, and while she did not flinch, she had to take a deep breath to do so. As he spoke she had to smile. A game?

Actually, no, she thought, I just came back from my game. Sadly for you there has already been a victor, you'll have to wait for a bit before the next one proceeds. She rolled her eyes. So many assumptions. Wolves these days. She hated assumptions. They ticked her off beyond most anything else. Shaking her head she stood, stepping out from the underbrush. "Tsk, tsk, you should never assume. I was actually taking a nice little nap before you came crashing through the woods. Just observing your hissy fit." For a brief moment she wondered how much shit she'd get for that one, but the beautiful lupine brushed the thought away. She really was beautiful. Rumor was she was an angel cast down to hell, and now here she is, but so far theres been no proof, except her wings. And the long, curved talons. You could count her rare beauty as proof, too, but she didn't. Delicate features, soft and sweet. Too many underestimated her ability to kill. They liked to look past her jagged talons and think of her as a mate prospect. Usually the last mistake they ever made, because under that beauty was a screaming, writhing devil, contained and used only with deceiving plans, and manipulative words. She usually was able to lure the male in, make their minds nothing but mush, and toss them aside, just like that. There was no sympathy, and no pity, her heart was made out of stone. She was just here to have some fun, that's all. [/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Hellfire]

As she spoke, the corner of his maw twitched slightly into a smirk, but he didn't back away. In fact, he took a step forward until he was nearly standing on top of her, and lowered his head so he was staring into her blue optics. His own swirled with untold animosity for everything in this world, and slight amusement. You know nothing about hissy fits, bitch. Stay much longer, and I just may satisfy myself. It was not an empty threat, he meant it. He just would not satisfy himself sexually. He had no need for that. What he really wanted was some blood on his paws. Her beauty didn't affect him at all, and neither did the daggers she had as claws. After speaking, he turned his back to her, and strode away. Apparently he wasn't concerned with her. It was all an act just to make her feel like she wasn't a threat, and she wasn't. At one point in time, Hellfire had battled the true demons of hell, and it was rumored that he was the Fallen Prince. He would neither deny, nor confirm it. It would take a lot more than a pretty face with a deadly attitude to scare him. He returned to the rabbit, and stared down at the now lifeless body. He nudged it with his nose before snatching it into his mouth, and crushing the skull like it were a nut. Apparently bored with the toy, he tossed it to the side.

His muzzle was stained to the optics in blood, and didn't do much to make him seem anymore mortal. His gaze focused on her again, and he allowed a mock expression to slid over his constitution. You still here? Dot you have anything better to do? Return home to a litter of pups, or perhaps go back to your master? After all, your much too...common to be of any real value to any one. His tone was a mocking one, and he allowed himself to sit upon his haunches. She knew not who she messed with, and if she kept it up much longer she would learn. Oh yes, she would learn. His thoughts turned to how delicious it would be to have her talons rip brought his flesh. Oh yes. Hells was addicted to pain. Causing pain, or having pain inflicted on him. It helped him forget. He adopted another smirk, and asked So, what's your real reason of being here?

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//. She wanted to laugh. What was better then messing with an egoistic bastard? In her opinion the only thing better then that were ones who weren't as fierce. It made the mind easy pickings. Oh well. Nyx liked a challenge. Life needed those every once in a while. She wondered what she must look like to him. Maybe a stick thin twig, easy to break an perfect prey, or maybe a nuisance, but still prey. Either way she was happy to let him think of her as lesser. The satisfaction at the end of her victory tasted all the more better. She'd learnt that over the years; if wolves believed you a threat not only was it impossible for her to weasle her way into your brain, but once she had they were already expecting defeat, maybe even ran off. No, the ones that stood they're ground were so much better. So she let him insult her, not letting it phase him, and not really answering the questions, nor the taunts, or threats. She'd wait until it was her turn before she fired back any insults. However as he turned away she frowned. Maybe he wasn't as she had thought. Obviously beauty wasn't doing her any favors, neither was the fact she was being quiet. Maybe she should have returned the insult. But it was too late now, and he was walking away. She shrugged. She may as well stay. Its not like there was anything better to do. She let herself lay down, putting her dainty crown over her long legs. As she examined the lupine she noticed he was... well maybe slightly crazy. Then again the crashing through the woods should have made that clear enough. Maybe that was good, all the more brittler the mind. It would make the almost impossible and dangerous task a little bit easier.

//. Her thoughts were wandering off to other directions. She had long since given up on the wolf in front of her, however for some reason she really didn't want to leave. Maybe it was the territorial side of her; she was here first and she wasn't willing to leave. Either way she was done with him, off to other places, wanting to see other things, even if she wasn't physically doing so, she was still making plans. And the he re approached, sneering as he did so. She couldn't help but let a crooked grin slide across her maw. Oh how she loved playing with minds. Each one so unique, and here she was with one so jumbled and with such an odd personality. What an honor it was to take it apart. See what made it tick. Sure, she was crazy, but thats what everyone loved. And then that question. Oh what a good question. And it was mixed with a insult. This would be fun.

"Just give me a little time, I'm not as common as you think. And what I told you was the absolute truth. Just taking a little nap to quicken time."[/color]She said, shaking her head. What she said was true, pups and alphas were not her thing. Too much work, the both of them. "You know, I could be asking you the same thing. Why are you here? A fine stud like you must have a family to feed." [/color]The question was sarcastic. It was obvious someone as messed up as him couldn't possibly have a family at the moment. He was too unstable.

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[Hellfire]

As the sly smirk crossed her countenance an annoyed one crossed his own. Here we go again. Another female who was big, and bad and thought it riled him with her nonchalant acting. In fact, it was the fact that she though she could get to him in that manner. Hellfire had met many females like her. Shiver, the female he was partnered with long ago when he was a member of the Blood Mist pack, had been some what of the same way, but she had backed her words up. They weren't just empty threats, or insults, there was truth about it. Shiver knew him. This female in front of him did not. Yet, he would give her no satisfaction in seeing his irritation. In fact, he held a nonchalant composure now, and allowed a mocking smirk to cross his mug. You could ask me the same question, and I'm glad you did. I have a mate, and pups at one point in time. Until I killed them. Their mother first, then the pups. He stated it with such a matter-of-fact voice it was disturbing. Another shrug of his broad shoulders, and he rolled back on his haunches. She could pick at his mind all she wanted, but she would never find anything he didn't mind sharing. In fact, it found it amusing. Any other would be insults you have to throw at me? He inquired, his sharp gold gaze glowering down at her. Sometimes, these conversations worked in his favor. You see, it was something he loved doing. He loved watching confusion run over their faces. He had loved his family, yet he killed them. Why?

That was the part he was not willing to share. Every one had their demons, and he would never share his past wit anyone. He guarded his thoughts carefully, and would snap lethally at anyone who tried to poke around in his brain. He ran his tongue along his canine teeth, and regarded her with a look one might regard a pest with. Do you have a calling, or do you answer to anything anyone calls you? He asked, his voice oddly void of any emotion. The less she could detect the better. The ashen brute felt as if it was no body else's business, and he was right. His tongue flicked out to lick at the remainder of rabbits blood on his maw, but ignored the blood that was smeared on his pillars and laws.

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//.Great. Another 'I'm almighty' type of wolf. No matter, sometimes tt was fun to manipulate wolves like him, even if the game was so deadly. It was the thrill of the risk, the adrenaline, was what kept her going. Without that thought of loosing life just wasn't the same. Unfortunately Nyx didn't like this. He wasn't responding to her taunts, and in fact, she had no reason to stay. What she really wanted was to go eat. The brute wasn't turning out nearly as fun as she had thought he would, he was... just another crazy wolf who thought he was stable enough to play mind games with a wolf like Nyx. No, he wasn't even doing it right. Yeah, he could throw enough insults to sink a ship, but he couldn't read her, he didn't know what she was doing, nor who she was, and there was no way he thought of her as a threat. So, she wondered, what should she do? Show him she wasn't as stupid as he thought? Or save it for another time? Maybe that would be smarter, you never knew when you needed someone to underestimate you to the point of no caution. Oh, but how she hated being underestimated, it made her want to kill them, right there in then. Her training told her otherwise. That to succeed in assassination they had to underestimate you. Or else it just didn't work. And so she sat, wanting nothing more then to rip his throat out in one quick and practiced move.

//. After he spoke, she knew she should be saying some sharp insult back, but some rebellion kept her from doing so. If her beauty didn't stop him, and neither did her warning earlier, should she continue? He obviously wouldn't care if she walked right out, but she would. She almost did, but then the second sentence came forth. Did she go by just anything? Yes sir. Anything it is that you wish your majesty. The sarcastic reply ran through her mind quickly, and with ease. No, not smart to say it out loud, he'd probably take it literally. Instead she'd answer the first question.

My, my. Is this how you treat every lady you come across? You probably did your family a favor, killing them like that, saved them a lot of misery from your failing social skills. Yep. She was slightly pissed. Now only to answer the second one. Nyx is what they usually call me, but I'm open to suggestions. She obviously didn't want suggestions. Suggestions were not a good idea. But hey, if he wanted to have another enemy Nyx didn't care. He probably wouldn't either, which was slightly nerve-racking, but she pushed it aside.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Hellfire]

As she spoke, his ashen fur along his spine bristled, and those lips pulled up to reveal a glimpse of his fangs. Something she said barrio Ed away his resolve to bored her to death, and launched him into attack mode. His muscles bunched as black winked across his vision, but he stopped at the last moment, and sucked in a breath, attempting to calm himself. His gold gaze lingered on her, and he knew his reaction would thrill her. Why had she told him the truth? Irritation flashed through his optics, and he took a step forward, his wings extending slightly. His gaze swept over her once more as predator instincts kicked in. He was watching her every move now. Every twitch of her muscle, every twitch of an audit, every lyric that she spoke. No matter how hard he tried to reign his emotions in he found himself hurling the bulk of his frame at her. He wouldn't attack blindly. He knew better than that. He came to a stop moments before impact, and his jowls clipped nothing but air. Oh, I do. Females are nothing but incompetent whores, only good for fucking then spilling their blood. He was slightly crouched, and so close to her that they could touch noses if he so wished, but decided against it. He was not stupid, he would not loose himself to blind fury. As she gave him her calling he backed away just slightly, but not far. He didn't wanna be close enoug for her to snap up easily.

A silence fell between them as his hard gaze sliced right through her. He didn't know if he wanted her knowing what to call him. He started to speak, then hesitated. My calling is Hellfire. To those who know me better, I'm Hells. To those who know me best, I'm bastard. You can call me the third one. The funny thing is, he wasn't kidding away either. He was called bastard by many, and Hells was a name only a few could call him. He would rip her voice box out with his teeth if she addressed him so casually. As far as he was concerned, she was neither friend nor foe, but she was riding a dangerous fence. Hellfire was not stupid like she assumed, and he also wasn't a weakling either. He could tear her heart out, and eat it for breakfast if she pushed him far enough. He fell silent now, and waited for her to throw another taunt at him. To push him further. It was her funeral, her loss.

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