Don't Let Me Get [In My Zone]

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One, two, three four. One two.... three. Four. Onetwothreefour. She'd taken to counting her steps as she tread to her destiny. Still, she strode with her head held high, blue tiara giving her position away almost as much as her blue tail-tip, and four glowing paws. However, if that wasn't weird enough for you, perhaps one would notice the fact that this lovely lady will always be seen with her mouth open. Not in the typical panting dog fashion, either. Miss Bordono was cursed with an extra row of teeth, making it impossible to close her mouth. To make matters worse, her jaws hyper-extended, opening two to three times as wide as the normal wolves' skull would allow.

As though she had been listening, a yawn gripped the lass, her jaws creaking and cracking loudly as her salmon tongue curled to meet where the roof of her mouth should have been. Instead, it was a good three inches short of it's intended destination, making her yawns quite a spectacle. Finally, snapping them together, she continued her trek to the pack's territory line. She had to keep stopping and turning back, making sure she had not crossed the line. How she hated having to add and subtract from her count of her steps. Where was she again? Damn it, ah well. She was here now. Stepping into a patch where the moonlight broke the trees surrounding the factory, Azrayel tilted her head back, howling for an audience. She was hoping to be accepted into this pack. She'd heard about their ways, and very much wanted to see for herself. That, and with the season being as it was, she could use company. "Ready or not... Here I come..." she mumbled the child-like taunt under her breath, teal eyes scanning the area before her, detecting every movement.

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[style=font: 16px Georgia serif; letter-spacing: 2px; margin: 0px 50px -10px 35px; font-weight: bold; color: #1c1c1c; text-align: right;]gregory carver

[style=background: #FFF; opacity: .3; margin: 15px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; color: #000; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 120%;]Gregory didn't set out to meet a wolf today. He rarely did. He was just as happy on his own as he was with others. Actually, scratch that, he much preferred being solitary. What was another wolf but a pair of eyes to gawk at his appearance? Really, he weighed the worth of a wolf by how useful the wolf proved himself to him. He could smell the paths of many wolves as he neared the pack territory, but he didn't intend to join the pack. Gregory already assumed that he was unwanted. It was easier to assume something like that than to believe that he had a chance with having a social life quite like a normal wolf's.

As said before, he didn't set out to meet a wolf today, but the female's howl certainly startled him. She sounded close. Being chronically paranoid, he had to see her at least. Make sure that she didn't look like a threat or was after him. He sighed as he moved toward her, never breaking himself out of a gait faster than a quick walk. His forelegs ended in scythes and he walked on the joint that bent the scythes backward, a calloused nub that was used to the abuse of his steps. Gregory moved stiffly, not bending his forelegs and instead swinging them in small steps forward, his hind legs shuffling forward as well. The movements didn't match, but somehow, the midnight blue wolf seemed to move. His head bobbed backwards and forwards, slightly, to match the swing of his weight—from forehalf to hindhalf. When he caught sight of the female, he sat down to ease the weight off of his strange, hairless forelegs.

The female herself was a dark gray, with bright blue markings. He saw her mouth, constantly open and wondered what deformity caused her to gape. He was too far away to catch how many teeth were in her mouth. However, he kept quiet until he thought he saw her teal eyes on his garishly colored coat. She must have seen me. She had to have seen me. The thoughts ran on repeat in his head. His voice inside was panicky, but his expression never changed from the disinterested one he usually wore.

“Gregory Carver.” He said this out loud, giving away his position because he believed he had been found out already. He stood up simply by shifting his weight to the front and then having his striped hindquarters bounce into a stand. He walked toward her, wanting to maintain some control of the situation. His yellow eyes narrowed as he studied her, finally seeing how her teeth kept her mouth from shutting the whole way. He bent his elbow slightly as he moved toward her, which made one of his scythe-like claws shift a little bit open. Gregory was careful, suspicious. Finally, he finished his introduction. “That's what they call me. Ever heard my name before?” His gaze was intense on her.

If she had, then, well, he had a new wolf to cut down. It meant that she might be targeting him. Somehow knowing that he'd be here and that he'd respond to her howl. At least, that what it meant to a wolf who believed that there were others out to get him.
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Tag: Azrayel
Notes: Hahaha, nobody knows Gregory.

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Gregory Carver. The sudden voice to her left made her snap her head in the direction of the speaker. That's what they call me. Ever heard my name before? She had turned in time to see him just end his sentence in a question, causing her to tilt her head, perking her ears forward. She'd heard everything he'd said, of course, but she was a bit thrown off by his gait toward her. Unsure, she turned to face him fully, and finally was able to see the nature of his deformity. She'd grown accustom to seeing wolves around with unnatural appearances, so she wasn't as put off by his appearance as she should have been.

Still, he was certainly a sight to see. Forelegs hairless, the rest of him midnight blue. She was able to see a bit of white, and assumed his underbelly was white. She'd always been envious of those with pure white areas. She wasn't given such nice things. However, the most attractive thing about this Gregory fellow was the long scythe-like claws extending from his forelegs. "Wait, attractive? Azrayel, pull yourself together." She thought in her head. Still, she managed to straighten up enough to introduce herself, "Azrayel. Azrayel Bordono." She said, tipping her head to him, although the motion held no value. It was only as respectful as the situation called it to be. He'd done her no wrong, so she could at least be cordial. "But no, I don't think I've ever heard of you. Pleased to meet you, I suppose." She added, noticing his shift in posture, causing one of his impressive appendages to unsheathe. Sensing a change in cordiality, she stepped back, feeling the fur at her neck tingle, attempting to raise.

"What brings you here? Looking to join the pack as well?" She asked, trying to ease the male's mind in some way, though she was unsure what caused his upset. Perhaps she'd overstepped the pack's borders, and was intruding. She hoped not. That was never the best way to get into a pack. Blatant disrespect was surely frowned upon.

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[style=font: 16px Georgia serif; letter-spacing: 2px; margin: 0px 50px -10px 35px; font-weight: bold; color: #1c1c1c; text-align: right;]gregory carver

[style=background: #FFF; opacity: .3; margin: 15px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; color: #000; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 120%;]Gregory locked the joint again, pulling his claw back into position when she revealed that she didn't know him. He saw her hackles had risen a little, no doubt due to his presence—sudden. Or the small threat in the way he revealed his scythe. It was the quiet way of revealing that he had the constitution to make a kill. She was in her for a reason that did not involve him. She didn't even know him. Gregory's yellow eyes relaxed. Okay, so this probably won't end in someone dying. Pity. He seemed to lose a small inch of tension. “Azrayel Bordono, I decided that I am not going to kill you,” he said plainly.

So, here she was. And apparently, she was here to join a pack. Now his turn to say something. This was the way that Gregory viewed the trivial actions between wolves. Socialization. It wasn't a puzzle. It was just unnecessary to him. And he got himself in this mess because he needed to make sure that she wasn't on to him. But the current questions were ”What brings you here?” and “Looking to join the pack as well?” In other words, he still had those to answer.

“Well, I'm not looking to join a pack.” He saw her mouth, constantly gaping, unable to completely close and he wondered how she finessed words so expertly from such a terrible maw. Gregory looked down at his front legs, which didn't end in paws. “I am waiting.” He spoke in a polite tone, polished, practiced. But his words were vague

He looked at the female. “You're rather polite.” He tilted his head curiously. Gregory wasn't comfortable enough to sit or lay down. He remained standing. Gregory straightened up, regained his perfect posture. “I like that: Politeness.”

It was an odd thing to say, seeing as he crashed on her summoning an Alpha—an action that could easily be seen as rude. Joining a pack seemed like a silly endeavor, especially to a wolf who had perfected being a loner. He didn't need others. Other wolves gawked. Other wolves were marks or clients, and sometimes both and that was fun. Other wolves were rude idiots.
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Tag: Azrayel
Notes: This is Gregory being friendly. It is fail.

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"Well I suppose I should thank you for your descision." She half-teased the male, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly into a tiny smile. She found herself relaxing slightly, moving her hind end into a sitting position, keeping her gaze on Gregory. She was sure he'd come across other wolves in his time, and she was sure he'd had quite the fair share of odd looks shot in his direction. Azrayel, however, saw a form of beauty in the male and his deformity; as she found beauty in her own appearance. Her jaws consistently agape, giving her the appearance of constantly panting, though she'd put no effort into movement which would give rationality to the behavior.

Finding herself slightly more comfortable around the male, she allowed herself a moment to scan her surroundings once more, waiting for a sign of an approaching figure who would be the alpha male, either giving her acceptance, or sending her away. Seeing nothing of importance, she turned her attention back to Gregory, feeling herself become warm at the sight of the male again. While she did find him attractive, she was sure that the thought was completely irrational. But screw rationality.

Waiting, eh? She said, tilting her head slightly at his vagueness, but decided to leave the matter alone. She was aware that he was a stranger to her, and she to him, so didn't expect complete honesty. His next statement piqued her interest, however. "You're rather polite. I like that: Politeness." At this, she allowed herself to almost grin. "I figured you've done me no wrong, no need to be rude. At least, not to you. Some of the other mongrels just rub me the wrong way." She confessed, and shook her head at the thought. You seem to be quite the... gentleman, for lack of better words. At least, you seem to have some sense. She said, attempting to clarify at the last minute, though she was sure the idea was lost. After that, she decided to "shut her mouth", and let him speak.

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[style=background: #FFF; opacity: .3; margin: 15px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; color: #000; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 120%;]A gentleman. Gregory liked that title. He rarely got it. No, instead he was the monster. He was the freak. He was the reaper, deciding death upon others. But, for once in his life. He could be the gentleman. It was a rare moment. His face remained blank however. His yellow eyes focused on the female. He didn't read her infatuation with him. He didn't understand that he could be desirable. Most wolves saw his naked forelimbs, with paws replaced by cruel scythes, and decided that he couldn't possibly be a candidate for friendship, for love, for family, or even for a pack.

Even he had developed that misconception about himself. His life was that of a drifter, shuffling along, waiting for wolves to accost him, ask, and he'd reveal what he was. He liked to go out and kill. He liked to track missing wolves. Gregory Carver was good at it. And like all things one is skilled in, he had a rhythm to his work that he loved, that relaxed him. That he swore matched the rhythm of life. That was what he was waiting for: A job.

Perhaps he could better find a constant supply of work at a pack, but Gregory was convinced that he wouldn't do well in a pack. Prying eyes. Wagging tongues. And all that that entailed. He was certain that the female wasn't like that. Her gaping mouth, unable to shut because of her teeth, he knew that she probably had her share of wolves staring at her. Some mutations were cruel. Some made life harder than it should be.

The silence between them cued that it was Gregory's turn to speak. He wasn't very good at social interactions. He seemed artificial, but polite. He was trying. He never had a wolf come and talk to him in this way before. Usually it was all business, questions he had to answer about his appearance and insults he had to retort or quietly suffer through. But this was a conversation. And he didn't know how to tackle this beast.

Clumsily, he found words. “Good sense is hard to find these days.” He was slowly warming up to Azrayel and mirrored her, sitting down. It took the weight off of his forelegs. It made him relax a little bit. But he remained on edge. He seemed a wolf constantly on the edge—constantly vigilant about his surroundings, about the possibilities.

“I heard that the Alpha travels sometimes. Maybe he is finding another wolf for his pack. Howl again.” Gregory looked at her muzzle, studying it. He never had wolves howl readily in front of him. He was curious as to the motions that her mouth would make. He hadn't been close enough to see it.
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Tag: Azrayel
Notes: Gregory has interesting interests.

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She nodded her head, agreeing with his statement. Good sense seemed to be a deformity as well. Still, she listened to his statement about the alpha being gone. Sure, she'd howl again. Nodding once more, the pale shadow tilted her head back, flattening her hears back in the process, and allowed the eerie sound to rise from her throat. Due to the extra row of teeth along side the first set, her mouth unable to close, the sound came off a lot more throaty, almost masculine in tone, however it squeaked at the end, almost bird-like in pitch. She paid it no mind, however. It was how she'd always been. Even as a pup, her howl stood out almost as much as her features did. She'd been the only one of her siblings to inherit her father's "halo" marking, but she'd also missed out on his jaw structure, which allowed for his extra row of teeth, without any immediately visible signs. Other than that, she was her mother's carbon copy. Her siblings, she didn't exactly remember. They'd been killed weeks after their eyes opened. She never knew the whole story.

After that, she'd never seen her mother again, either. She was raised by her father, only nursed by another female who'd recently given birth. Once weaned, her father had taken her away from the pack, and they never looked back. Raised by a male, she'd developed a bit of a tomboyish attitude which is still prominent at times. Others, she was all for the males. How other females changed during "season" was how she felt year round, although her body still functioned normally. She knew the purpose of being in season all too well, though she'd never carried pups full term. She blamed the male, of course. But that was another story, completely.

Turning her teal gaze back to Gregory, her ears flicked, listening for an answering howl, or the sound of rustling branches as someone approached. All seemed silent other than their breathing, hers audibly louder than his. "It seems as though I'm waiting as well." She said, referencing his earlier statement with a slight grin, barely visible. She noticed that his facial expression seemed almost unchanged throughout their conversation. Had she said something wrong? She flicked an ear in curiosity. He was a character indeed.

[simon]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500 ,table] her pups had been born only a few days ago. she had mourned the death of the fifth pup, she she thanked Serifina for the four healthy ones that she had recieved. three males and one beautiful female that would surely follow in her footsteps. the hot summer day had forced Skadi to keep her pups and herself inside the white building that lay in the heart of the land. it acted as a den for them all, taking coverage in one of the many rooms that the humans had created. but know something was making its presence in the lands and the tainted white female was not happy. she did not want to leave the pups, but she knew that if she was found, then the battle would be harder when they were so near. when the second howl reverbeated through the thin walls of the building, skadi pushed herself up quickly, double tails flicking about like an angry cats. a snarl sounded in her throat, but before she could go in search of the intruders, she needed to warn her pups. skadi turned with angered movements. the sour mood that she had shown visibly in the features that lay in her black mask and dark blue orbs. Stay here, my pups she met the gaze of each of her young..allowing the fire in her orbs to show them that if they dare move from the room, they would be in deep shit. when she knew that her message was across and imbedded in the small ones minds, skadi turned her tails and ran from the room. kicking the door until it was slightly ajar. the white femmora trotted from the back of the building and laced her way through the forest...until she saw the two intruders. the snarl that she once had grew again in her throat. orbs flickering with the anger that threatened to consume the right in her mind. skadi trotted infront of the duo that had made their way onto her lands. tsuz had not showed up yet, which meant that she was the one to hold down the fort for the moment. hairs stood on end and crown lowered in a defensive position. Clamp your maw wench! she warned. the howls had woken her and her pups up and know she was not happy. she wouldnt state the reason to why she wanted the bitch to snap her jaw back because then that would be putting her life at risk. not that she thought this female was much of a threat. orbs sized up the blue marked female....she was nothing special. tsuz better see that in her or else skadi would have to take matters into her own hands. she wouldnt let a rag like this share her spot as Zsarina with her. next heer gaze flipped to watch the other wolf that had showed up with the wench. he had abnormal front legs and their was deffinetly something else about him. but he didnt seem to pose much of a threat. he looked unproportinate and the way his front appendages were built, she wouldnt be surprised if it affected his stamina. but that did not mean she would treat him any better. What do you want here...? State your reason or I will push you and your infectious bitch from my lands she growled, peering dangerously at the male. she had to take charge without Tsuz here and this was her first time doing such. she was afraid she was doing the wrong thing, but her survival instincts and motherly attitude was kicking in. he couldn't be mad at her for being overly cautious....could he. her snarl still beated in her throat as lips curled up to show off her long, white fangs that could slash flesh like a razor. she wasnt afraid to use them..and she would if it meant to save herself, her pups, and her land. this was her home now...and she would protect it and her pups with her life.

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[style=background: #FFF; opacity: .3; margin: 15px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; color: #000; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 120%;]Gregory watched her mouth. She couldn't make the O that wolves usually made when they howled. Instead, she had to work around her deformity. It changed the howl that Gregory was expecting. It still had a lupine sound to it, but the feel of it revealed that something was wrong with her mouth. It was a broken howl, but beautiful in its own right. He watched the motions of her throat, trying to follow a moment of sound as it came out of her chest, up her gullet, and then into the air, being scraped by her teeth. She had extra teeth, too many for her jaw.

There was something about her that he liked. Any other wolf would have known that he was infatuated with her, but he saw himself as simply interested in her. Gregory Carver denied himself pleasures in the company of females or even of friends, for the most part. He never suspected himself able to sustain relationships. Instead, he considered all things business-like. He was curious about howls in this moment. Gregory hadn't howled since he was a small, awkward puppy. He hadn't wanted anybody else with him for a long time, but interactions proved interesting most of the time.

He made a rare smile, which he tried to hide when she referenced his earlier statement. A vague statement. Perhaps she understood the fringe of what he meant. What he was waiting for. He was bored. He was waiting for life to begin. However, before he could speak, the howl was answered by the Tsarina's arrival. A rude creature had answered the call. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Her attitude turned him off of any possibility of joining the pack. Gregory Carver didn't grace her with an answer. He hadn't trespassed anywhere, being far from the border. Azrayel had followed every piece of etiquette there was to pack joining: Howling at the border to call for the Alpha. Was this the Alpha? If it wasn't, why would the Alpha allow for such behavior from a wolf of his pack?

He bowed his head, since that was in his polite nature, and said, “I have seen enough to decide that this isn't for me.” Defensively, he crooked his elbow again. This let a scythe free from its place, ready to be used. Despite his slow, swaying walk, he could quickly react and cut down a wolf before they even knew what hit them. He moved away, his striped hindquarters working slowly as he moved. He turned to Azrayel as he passed her, pausing for a second. “Perhaps we'll meet again, Azrayel. I wish you luck with this.” A small smile crossed his muzzle as he passed. The look in his yellow eyes revealed a quiet hope that maybe, Azrayel would find this pack and this leader disdainful.
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Tag: Azrayel, Skadi
Notes: Gregory doesn't do well with rude wolves. You guys can stop him if you want.

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She could have sworn she saw a smile. Perhaps. Then again, it may be the moonlight playing tricks on her. Surely her stoic companion hadn't showed any emotion. Still, she allowed a visible smile to grace her features. That is, until a female scent crossed her. Immediately flattening her ears and getting to her feet, Azrayel turned to see the newcomer. She spoke, harshly, to the both of them. Hackles now raised, Azrayel lifted her lips away from her dangerous enamels as a low growl built in her chest. She'd expected Gregory to react first, and he had. However, it was far from what she'd expected. With a few polite words, he'd excused himself from the situation and was slipping past her with more polite words. There was a certain warmth to the look he'd given her that she was unable to put words to. "Wait, don't leave yet. Should this bitch be the Alphess, I'd like to have some company when I leave. If you don't mind." She said, returning the small smile before turning back to the female.

"So...? Are you the Alphess?" She asked, hackles remaining raised as wave after wave of displeasure rolled from her shoulders. "If you are, I'll be taking my leave. I've no intention of joining a pack where obvious formalities are made, but disregarded. I came seeking an audience in order to join your ranks. I have not overstepped your terrirtory line, nor have I disrespected you or your pack in any way." Azrayel said, allowing her disgust to show on her face as a single lip curled away from her teeth, followed by her nose crinkling as well. "The nerve..." Azrayel added after a moments pause, obviously put off by the female.

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Ack, sorry it's so short. I started this last night with more muse but lost it. xD

[simon]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500 ,table] the femme usually wasnt usually this much of a bitch. but she had something on the line if these two that she did not know felt like heating their intrusion up. she wasn't even sure if she was doing this right...she needed Tsuz to guide her. skadi had never had a high ranking as the one that Tsuz had placed upon her. she had carried his pups and knew that their was some sort of voltage between them...but she was sure that if he rolled around the corner to see her growling like a rabid animal he wouldnt have any trouble putting her down. was she supposed to be inviting these two into the lands and treating them as acquantences? the femme was confused and so her confusion angered her. that anger showed plainly in her features; the flaming desire to attack in her dark blue pools and the tensed muscles in the stance of a hunter. sure she had spat some nasty words at the two..but she would not take them back. they had waken her and her four pups. their should be a rulebook when first walking into a foreign territory...never wake up a new momma lobo. skadi was sure that any other femme with little ones would be doing the same as she was right now...maybe even more severely. before her thoughts could go into another rampage, she heard the melody of the brute with the skinned front appendages. a shady figure he surely was. he was calm even when skadi had come dashing in, fangs ready and willing to strike. she was frustrated by him...but liked it. he wasn't any danger to her or her pups...but the heat of the moment had made her growl out at him. snarl worked into a low rumble so that she could hear the brute clearly. the bow of the conans cranium was like a slap in the face for the white female...why did he show respect when she obviously was not..? awkward male, but he seemed to have much honor. I have seen enough to decide that this isn't for me she heard him state, and Skadi automatically calmed. wasnt the idea of a pack to get members...? skadi shook her two tails out, bringing the once on end fur down to clamp her flesh. crown raised so that her gaze was higher and dominating then the others were. the words she spoke were like poison, she wanted to say them but he body did not. Please...Im doubt my hostile actions..I have reasons to be so...on end she explained, tone still sharp with her anger.May I ask your calling honorable conan? she asked. I am Skadi, Zsarina of Ispiwitch she stated with a nod of her own crown. orbs flashed over to the female that had howled her face off to get their attention. she was obviously stupid if she could not put the puzzle together. spring had just ended...and what comes with the end of spring? pups! skadi wanted to snap her neck for being so air-headed. tsuz better not breed this one if she joined. You of all lobo's should know that skadi snarled lightly to the femmora with the blue halo and other vibrant markings. Wait, don't leave yet. Should this bitch be the Alphess, I'd like to have some company when I leave. If you don't mind. pinnacles flattened at the others smary remark. harks rose once again and lips flew upwards to reveal her sharp canines that had ripped through enough muscle and skin..this little twerp would not be a problem to rip to shreds. skadi snapped her fangs as her appendages led her closer. orbs lighted up with fury as she heard the female call her a 'bitch'. she knew that she was...she liked being that way. however, she did not like to hear the words fly from another of the same genders lips. I am the Alphess, bitch skadi spat back, regurgitating the femmes words back at her. her anger coursed through her like a drug..it did not take a long time to infect her. double tails flicked back and forth likes wires that had been snapped but still had a remaining voltage. winds stirred like a storm was about to erupt, but the skies remained blue. skadi used her power over the wind to send a mass power of it crashing into the grey wench. hopefully it would take her off balance or at least stun her that skadi had such power....and she damn well was not afraid to use it. the bitch seemed to ramble on about how she did not want to join a pack with such disrespectful members...obviously referencing to her. skadi actually allowed a small snicker to fly from her tender vocals. if she could decide out of all of the packs in the Dead Zone...she would choose Ispiwitch as being the strongest. sure it was only composed of her, Tsuz and there pups...but it was damn strong for lacking numbers. The nerve.. she heard the bitch that had not even spoken her calling yet. growl erupted once again in her chest from her tender vocals. The nerve? Why, yes..I do seem to have that. she stated in a mocking tone. The nerve of you to waltz into Ispiwitch, seeking a ranking when you are really just the scum of the lobo's she snapped harshly. she was done with this smart ass even though the argument had just begun. skadi needed Tsuz to be their to reign her spirit in but she wasnt so sure she wanted to be controlled. surely she would be disciplined for her actions...but she barely cared anymore. wind stirred up again, bringing about a hurricane of broken and dead leaves that skadi sent towards the grey femme. The stupidity of those.... skadi used the femmes use of simple statements and added her own in. black mask that lined her muzzle and ears was crinkled with her maw twisted up in a devilish snarl. sniffer curled back to exemplify her disgust for the bitch that had waltzed in the lands. tsuz better get his tail here soon...or else the world would have one less female lobo in the world. skadi was on the brink of attacking and showing the wench who the fuckin boss was. occ; I wuvv my Skadi-kins <3

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[style=background: #FFF; opacity: .3; margin: 15px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; color: #000; text-align: justify; font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 120%;]Gregory paused at Azrayel's request. He turned around surprisingly quickly, his spindly forelimbs pushing off and pivoting him as he moved a half-turn, his hind legs working three steps in a precise sequence to turn him around. Step back, sidestep, step forward and he was turned around. He had his poker face on again—a stony expression that revealed nothing of his intentions. He moved in the same manner as he left, with a sway in his step and his scythes at the ready.

He moved close to Azrayel and with a lightning motion, one of his sharp blades was at her throat, half an inch from her jugular. In a voice, too calm for the situation, he said, “You give respect to deserve it.” His yellow eyes turned to the female, the one whom Azrayel called a “bitch.” Gregory Carver then lowered the scythe, folded it back to position and stood where he was. She had called him back and he came. Besides, he still liked her. His infatuation hadn't worn off yet. And a scythe against your throat was as close to a kiss as Gregory ever came.

Detached. That was how he functioned. He didn't form relationships based on love and trust. He formed them based on what seemed the most appropriate at the moment. However, his behavior with Azrayel, it was a hiccup in the system. It was something he hadn't foreseen. Now, he laid a level eye at Skadi. She had a mother's figure. Her teats hung down. She had given birth recently. Gregory's sensitive nose twitched. She smelled of milk. And she had a tone like acid. She didn't want pack members, it seemed. She was the Alpha's bride. He deduced as much.

“I'm not here to join a pack,” Gregory said. “Instead, I'm a passerby.” He looked at the female, Azrayel. She had killed her chances with this pack, but he could help the other decide. His naked forelimbs loosened from their normally tight stance. He glanced at the gray and blue female with him. “One cannot speak with a viper.” He turned away again, but paused and turned to Azrayel. “You called me, remember?” His eyes softened on her, but then he continued on his way.

He moved slowly, protecting his fearsome blades. His striped hindquarters bobbed with his gimpy strides. He had no desire to interact with these females. And no desire to even take a second glance at this pack. Gregory didn't consider himself wise. He just thought of himself as able to think things through, separate himself from emotions that he was convinced he didn't have. He was done here.
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Tag: Azrayel, Skadi
Notes: Gregory exits now. He doesn't like conflict, but he's not above using his shiny scythes ^_^

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[✗|T S U Z|✗]

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[atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff235/wolfqueen23/Tsuztable-5.png,true] "SPEECH" THOUGHTS "QUOTE" The brute was getting much practice with his new abilities, perhaps that old lake did live up to the legends. the great white beasts could now harness the power behind the Shadows. It made for a marvelous form of stalking, and made the perfect kill cover. One who could strike from a position never seen until too late, it was too much power for this one to contain. His once snow white pelt was being stained into a light ash. He was becoming one with his abilities. The brute slid onto his belly, and crept closer. silently he made his way into the foilage from which the shadows hid many secrets. As he wormed on his belly like a snake he began to sink. His paws touched the cool surfeace of the shrubbery's black copy, and sunk into the abyss that would hold the hunter until one prey item was foolish enough to come nibble at his shrub. Then the beast sprang forward into one mighty pounce onto the buck's neck. It was young, but old enough that it would sustain his family for a few weeks if they ate wisely. As the herd stampeeded further into the territroy the brute claimed his prize knowing good and well he'd see the herd again. There was no longer any place for them to hide from his prying Shadows. Shifting carefully he forced the young buck over his shoulderblades and onto his back. He looked around to make sure there weren't any other chances to hunt, and gather a larger meal before marking his postion and traveling back towards the factory. A howl drifted in the air, and Tsuz picked up his pace, it hadn't been too long since Skadi had appeared on his doorstep. Only about a season, and their pups were strong, albeit the fifth of his litter. He blames himself for the lose of his second female, but he carried the utmost confidence that Serafina would take the best care of her. Every night Tsuz would look up into the blackened sky, and see the darling child smiling down upon her father, mother, and siblings, for she was living a life better than any mortal could provide. Another howl ripped across the sky, and Tsuz began to hurry back he would hope that Skadi could take care of matters while he was away, she would indeed need to learn how to do so when he would leave her home. Though with the new pups at the den, he already knew this was not the best of times to be bringing in new members. Please skadi, don't be too rough. the brute thought. He had learned from year of expreience that no one ever responded well to threats unless they themselves were as equally cocky as the one throwing them. Just don't do anything irrational until I return he pleaded before turning to a sloppy gallop. The carcass flopping limply on his back he slipped under, and into his shadowy trail from there he could see all, and not be int he way. His path was made quicker as he zipped unoticably around. His path clear of all obstuctions, he made his way back to the den from there he could see Skadi in one of the worst possible prediaments. She growled viciously at both wolves before her. A male with the oddest looking appendages, and a femme with, well quite a sad looking jaw. The brute hadn't time to rush about to drop the carcass, and when seeing the male leaving the brute knew he had to act. He hadn't caught much of the conversation, but he knew well enoguh that they were plenty made with his chosen Zsarina. I warned you not to make me regret giving you such an honored position the brute scolded inwardly. He swirled aroudn the group as a mist begin to rise where he appeared he hoped not to startle this brute too much, though from the looks of him, nothing could truely surprise him. Tsuz looked through his crimson eyes studying the yellow, sold, souless eyes of the brute before him. "I think you should reconsider your choice the brute said sternly, as if he were ordering him to stay. "Perhaps for a bite to eat. Tsuz woofed brushing past the awkward brute with the slightest respect to not seem aggressive, but still dominant. He dropped the Buck by skadi, looking at her with the slightest cold gleam in his eyes. Disappointment. "You must excuse my mate, as we have only just recently become an...extended, family. She is a good mother." Tsuz offered to the two wolves in his company as somewhat of an appology for his mate's harsh,a nd cold actions. He looked over them flicking his drake-like tail in domiance over the entire lot. The great Zsar, Tsuz, had arrived. ~Notes: Hur Hur Hur. Big dog's here -w- ~Status: COMPLETED ~Tags: Skadi, Gregory Carver, and Azrayel ~Music: NONE- Maybe next post ;3 ~Credits: table put together by TSUZ Lyrics- Red: Art Of Breaking

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Azrayel looked back at the female with now calm eyes as she spat back with more venom than the situation called for, happy to see that Gregory had returned. However, seconds later, one of his daggers were at her throat. Her muzzle wrinkled in irritation. She was obviously outnumbered here. Fighting back would prove fruitless. The best she could do would be to pass without cowardice. Her arrogance screamed at her to fight back, insanity doing the same. Some logical place in her, however, kept her rooted to the spot. Just as that thought crossed her mind, Azrayel was jostled toward Gregory by the wind that the Alphess the timing could have been fatal, but Gregory had already removed his scythe. Stepping away from the both of them, Azrayel remained silent, glaring at the two. If looks could kill.

However, Gregory did have a point. Speaking to the female would be pointless. She was obviously not inclined to allow her into the pack. It pained her to see him leaving. She would have to find him again. There was... something... going on. Something that she liked, quite a lot. But, she would roam, if not accepted into the pack, which fit her just fine. Her reason for joining a pack? Simply seeking company. What better company than a family? She was perfectly fine by herself, and just as she was turning away from the pair to make her leave, yet another wolf appeared, his pelt not much lighter than her own. He spoke in a calm fashion. Obviously the rightful alpha. She was curious as to why he'd chosen such a foolish girl to represent his pack. Did they meet all newcomers with such hostility? Perhaps that was why their numbers were so few. Sighing, Azrayel turned her attention to the male. He'd offered her a meal, which she would respectfully decline. "No, thank you." She said as politely as she could. After he dropped the carcass beside the female, he spoke yet again. An... apology... of sorts. "I see. Azrayel said simply, glancing back to Skadi for a moment before looking back to the Alpha.

Still, for some reason, she felt as though she should leave. The pair seemed to be... cold. They certainly didn't appear welcoming as she'd like a family to be. Sure, she'd come across females with pups before, but they always appeared to think before they acted. Azrayel posed no obvious threat to the mother or her pups, yet she was greeted with a hostility that she couldn't comprehend. Perhaps because she had no pups herself. Whatever the reason, Azrayel would be hard-pressed to forget the females actions toward her. She stood a bit taller, despite the events, her tail hanging loosely behind her. Blue tip appearing to be a beacon, highlighted by the moonlight, the same applied to her halo. Teal eyes focused on the ashen male, eyes calm, liquid topaz, though they still held a bit of aggression, but that would fade after time. Now, she needed to remain calm. Perhaps she still had a chance.

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500 ,table] the tainted white femme was getting annoyed with this female. she didn't know if she was the one to blame or if it was skadi herself. since becoming a mother, she had become 'nippy' all of a sudden. everything seemed to be setting her off. she needed to calm down....or else she could just shit on the chances of these two possibly joining the pack. and she knew that Tsuz would not be happy if she scared off two potential pack members. as much as she told herself to calm down, her mind was to listening. wind whipped around the three figures in her consistent rage that she was trying to cool. skadi drew in a deep breath through her black sniffer as she tried to untense herself. but the reminder that her pups were in the white building behind her kept her rage boiling. lips drew down, covering her fangs, but her snarl still lived within her throat. at least she had made some sort of improvement..it may have been little but it was made. mad too late. pinnacles swiveled atop her cranium as the side of her orb caught the sight of a shadow. turning her head, she watched the blackness come forward and envelope them. worry kicked up in the female as she knew what the shadows brought. orbs stared as Tsuz walked from the blackness with a deer slinged across his back. the extra weight did not seem to slow him down..what could? she watched as he dropped the deer beside him..but she did not show any interest in it. she knew what was coming...what would be directed towards her and she was afraid. the snarl within her throat died instantly as he came past her, disapointment clear in his eyes. without hesitation, the femme dropped her gaze, completely calm now that he had showed up. without him around, she had gotten worried...and her fear had been shown through her actions and words. a soft whimper sounded from her raw vocals as her tail crept slightly underneath herself. she felt weak! she was not one that liked to feel weak, but she knew that she always would be without the white and violet male near her side. dark blue pools flicked upwards as she tried to search for Tsuz, showing her despair for the situation. skadi had never had such as important rank before, usually she was just the village whore that walked around getting herself involved with every attractive brute on the side of the earth. but now she found something she wanted...and she was afraid to loose it. You must excuse my mate, as we have only just recently become an...extended, family. She is a good mother.. in any other state, skadi would have been proud of these words...but in the predicament that she found herself in she felt foolish. raising her crown back up after she showed her own apology, she met the gaze of the female with a calmer facade. maw draped open to allowed her words to slip out. Im sorry for my actions..It just worried me.... she stated simply. maybe the female would understand the fears of a mother. skadi had heard of times when mothers had to watch their pups killed off by rouge wolves. she did not want to happen to her ever. it would ruin her. she had already lost one...she did not want to loose another. with the thought, dark blue orbs looked up to the skys that held her pup. a smile drooped at her lips as she imagined her in the heavens. one day they would meet again. skadi padded forward, seeking Tsuz's side if he was willing to offer it to her. she knew that he was mad...but hopefully he would forgive her. she hadn't known what to do. Please stay... she pleaded lightly but before she could continue with her lyrics, a small yip sounded from behind her. hair stood on end with fear as she turned to see the white and purple marked pup bouncing towards them. tounge lolled from the pups maw as he slided against his mothers leg, purple swirled tail held high. mummy....i got worried faykr whispered as he took position underneath her front appendages. anger flitted in her orbs that faykr had not listened to her, but she quickly disolved it. tounge draped downwards as she licked at the top of his blackened mask that matched her own. this was her pup....their pup. smile lighted up on her face as she brought her attention back to the female. she hoped that she could understand.

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