Lovely Day to Kill, eh? (joining)

[Elegance Darkly]

She peered at her reflection in the pool. Brown fur, almost black, eyes the pink-blue of the sky just before sunset, wings folded neatly against her back. Her tail, flicking to and fro in annoyance, was the only indication of her mood. Her lovely face was solid and calm, much like the sea before a storm. Elegance Darkly was waiting.

She had heard tell of a pack of murderous warriors, the sort who would stop at nothing to get the job done. She had heard that they boasted of cannibalism and a few good murders among the pack's ranks, and that if you were deadly enough, you could get in with hardly any resistance. She could smell the wolves of the pack in the air around the pool, as well as lots of blood, but...

But still no one actually appeared.

Elegance growled, muttering darkly under her breath.

"Cowards," she hissed. Her usually angelic voice was marred by anger, "Afraid to come and greet me! You'd think they'd love to have me around, but no they hide... they're probably terrified of me!"

A fish, unfortunate in its timing, crossed the path of the angered Keiyou just as her short fuse broke. Lunging forward, Elegance snapped it between her jaws and commenced ripping it to shreds in frustration. Unlike most of her other kills unrelated to dinner, she didn't make this an art form. She was simply venting her anger, tearing the tender flesh of the fish into little bits.

Eventually the scent of blood began to do it's work, and Elegance calmed down. Tossing away what remained of the carcass, she cleaned off in the pool and took a few deep breaths.

A howl, that's what she needed, a good howl. Something to bring attention to her. She had supposed that as the best water source in the area that she knew of there'd be plenty of pack traffic, but she had seen no one yet so far. Sighing, she tilted her head skyward and released a lovely howl, fitting enough for the chorus of the Great Spirits above. She pushed as much intent into it as possible, conveying her wishes to join in a single, long, melodious song.

Her howl completed, Elegance dropped her head between her paws, willing herself to stay patient, and resumed her waiting game.

[Flynn]

The jungle was cooler than it had been the past seasons, it was almost pleasant. Trough the moist vegetation a gray beast moved. He was to far off to have heard the yelling of the shewolf, however his nose had picked her up scent a while ago. There was an agitated hiss from the small scrawny thing. Beady black eyes glinted in the sunspots, his face and chest was covered in sticky blood that he had intended to clean off at the pool. That was before he had caught the scent.

His tattered ears flicked up at the sound of a relatively lovely howl, she was announcing herself...surely that meant no direct challenge. He was not cowardly, he was just small and, well, frail. This pack never boasted of cannibalism, they were relatively secretive about it, just to avoid curious do-gooders. The shrew wolf was, indeed, one of the cannibals now. It was a way to survive in his mind, he needed to eat so very much to stay alive, wolves were relatively large meals.

He poked his fleshy nose out of the vegetation and glared in the general direction of where he could smell her. She seemed tall...perhaps had wings? His eye sight was not the greatest, but he could get a general idea of her shape. He was not very far from her, but far enough to avoid striking distance. He went to the water's edge to lap up some water, keeping an ear to her.

Once he was sated, he pointed his nose at her and bared his fangs a little, revealing his red-capped fangs, before speaking, "What are you doing here?" In the back of his mind he wondered why it was that he was always the one to find recruits....he was mostly antisocial. All he could conclude was because he moved around so much searching for food or getting rid of remains.

[Elegance Darkly]

Elegance turn her head to acknowledge the wolf who had just appeared. She stifled a cry of mixed horror and disgust. What was that thing??? Coughing, trying not to retch, she turned away and resumed studying her reflection. The thing smelled like a wolf, but she'd never seen wolf quite like it.

"What are you doing here?" The wolf-beast said. Elegance turned her head towards him again, keeping a cool, neutral face.

"Waiting for someone of this pack to come," she replied, "I want to join," she said this all in a matter-of-fact tone, as though it should have been obvious. Elegance didn't often stray onto pack territory, so of course it would be matter-of-fact, "What are you doing here?"

It did, of course, cross her mind that this wolf could be one of the pack's own, but she figured she could make a pretty little art display of this wolf's innards any time she felt. Anyways, she wanted to show that she wasn't afraid of any of them, although this particular wolf did make her stomach turn.

Elegance turned her head away again, licking the pads of one paw as she awaited the other's response.

[Flynn]

He snorted in clear disdain for the female's attitude. "You can't just waltz in and be accepted. You have to prove your worth." He stared at her head region, his black eyes not letting her out of his range of motion and vision. His poorly furred tail twitched.

His nose wrinkled in a small snarl at her retort, "I live here. And I came to wash." He was not going to let her in the pack if she kept up that frame of mind. He didn't care what others thought of him to be honest, but he knew that Sylvester held some standards for the wolves they accepted here.

When she was distracted by cleaning, he took the opportunity to use his oddly dexterous paws to splash water on his face and chest. It didn't take long to clean the blood off his small body. Once he was done, he looked back at her, "What makes you think you have what it takes to join this pack?"

[Elegance Darkly]

Elegance looked at the wolf-beast with surprise. Apparently he was one of the pack, although she couldn't fathom what such an ugly little beast could do for any pack.

Perhaps, thought she, they simply let him chase away their foes. I'd certainly run! however, upon realizing he was a part of the pack, she held her tongue. Oh, but how hard it was!

"What makes me think I have what it takes..?" Elegance said, thinking on the wolf-beast's question, "Well, I've heard that the pack that lives around here, and I assume you're a part of that, has plenty of thugs and murderers... and I happen to have a knack for murder," she gave her Devil's smile, the sort that she gave to those she intended to kill. However, she didn't want to kill the wolf-beast, not if it would ruin her chances of getting into the pack.

"I create... art, shall we say... I can take the most gruesome of materials and turn them into something lovely," her Devil's smile grew wider, "if you'd like, I can sculpt you something," She was trying to be polite now, but from the wolf who was used to saying whatever whenever, it was defiantly a task.

But it'll be worth it, she told herself, because I'll finally be among people who don't mind if I go out and kill something when I'm in a bad mood...

Perhaps she was becoming soft, but even more than that was the idea of not having to wander any more, or having somewhere to actually come home to...

Elegance shook the sentimental thought from her head.

And, of course, the murder, always keep your mind on getting away with murder... she kept that thought closer than any other. If she didn't, she'd quail and run away from the pack, afraid of what they could do to such a sentimental weakling like herself.

[Flynn]

He gave her a look of scrutiny, if it could be called that. He liked proof, many people talked big, but rarely did they go through with it. The idea of another murderer made his toxic saliva pool with anticipation. Another meal ticket. Founding this pack was the best thing he had ever decided to do. The shrew in him hated socializing, but loved food. The wolf in him, when in power, didn't mind the company, but still loved food. It was win-win for both souls.

"So, you create art, eh? Well prove it to me. Go kill someone and bring me proof of the deed." He was a grumpy wolf, so he liked getting to the point of his conversations. He had recently fed, so he was more tolerant of the socialization than normal. "Name's Flynn. Ya have any questions before you go?"

Since she had yet to prove herself, he would not go into much detail about the pack, aside the general information that was whispered about in the surrounding areas.

[Elegance Darkly]

Elegance smiled chillingly. What a way to join a pack! With a murder! She already liked it here!

Flynn.

So the wolf-beast had a name. Elegance doubted she'd ever be able to fully accept... Flynn... as a wolf, but she supposed she'd just have to get used to it.

"My name is Elegance..." she said as she stood back up, ready to go, "Elegance Darkly." She thought for a moment, trying to think up anything she might need to know. In the end she decided she'd much rather learn as things came at her. Anyways, now that she knew what she had to do to get into the pack, she couldn't wait to get going.

"I don't think I need any more information than you've given me..." she said, "So I believe I'lll go now..."

With that she sprang into the air, off in search of her latest victim.