A night call -Kratos-

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-10.jpg] "Speaking" Diamanta sauntered without rush through the outlands of the Salnero Jungle, keenly aware that the borders marking where the Mafia territory began and ended were near. Not prone to stupidity she would never cross them, and in her right she was perfectly safe where she was, at least that was what she told herself. The night was incredibly still and oh so tantalizingly warm, not as suffocating as it might be in warmer season, and leaves rustled whispers and promises that were barely audible. The gaian was a bit of a thrill seeker; she enjoyed dancing with danger, and always retreated when the appropriate moment presented itself. Perhaps this is why she was near such a formidable place, frankly whether she was on mafia territory or not would not stop the known criminals from immerging, subconsciously she knew this, but would not admit it to herself. In that respect the female had no idea that for once danger would come out victorious and rather triumphant, and this missing nugget of knowledge was probably why she was still perusing the tropical land at a languorous pace, her curvaceous figure sashaying carelessly so that the mounting moon caress her curves in a silver light that reflected off her scales. The gaian seldom appeared during the day, the sun did not agree with her pelt and it was rare that another wolf would spot the exotic looking wolf. However night was her playtime, her world of mysterious and alluring treasures that concealed fellow creatures of the night and cast everything in shadows. Delightfully sinful was what she considered the night to be, a time for fun that would never be thought of in the daylight hours. It seemed unusual that she would wander so near to such a feared territory, full of elite killers, merciless assassins and soulless fiends. Maybe she just wanted a small taste of her home life, watching her mother take on so many shady characters as mates and being subjected to rather horrid obscenities. Oh no, she was no stranger to their crude ways and though she had convinced herself that she had no desire to be in such company ever again, the truth was that she was part of that dark circle. She had been raised to be of service to said wolves, and despite thinking that they served her, reality was quite the contrary. Humming softly, her thick and sultry voice weaved through the air, enticing and promising and almost as beautiful as the cael that had taken advantage of her mother and sired her. Diamanta did not know that it was a cael responsible, was not aware of the circumstances surrounding the affair, though she had noted that among all the species her mother had perused, none had ever been a cael. Letting her tail trail behind her she left a distinct scent, more of a calling then anything, that would certainly catch attention. Her scales rippled with swirls of aquamarine, royal blue and dazzling indigo, and did nothing to serve as a camouflage. The female was an attention grabber, and her aquamarine eyes peered from beneath a thick line of black lashed, her ebony claws flashing as the light struck them. A show stopper she simply prospered under the limelight, and the belief that she was building a reputation as a temptress was a romantic notion, about the only one she ever indulged in and consequently one of the more false notions. Needless to say she was known for being an individual with which to enjoy a rather brief fling and then move one, fun for the ride but every ride has to stop sometime, usually sooner than later. D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g

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