War Is My Sheppard (Scorch)

[Pantera]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/panteramiddle.png] Morbid thoughts did the tango in her skull, as forgotten hopes banged on the walls of her tainted mind. Rotting in her souls lonely grave, she knew she was damned to be in solitaire. Not that she cared, as she could feel her heart growing colder and finally turning to stone. She was neutral at one point, but over the past time, she's been becoming more dark hearted, and had no care for anything else but gaining power. She was power famished and would do anything to get what she wanted; whether it be killing someone, corrupting another or whatever it was, she was in dire need of being in control and puckish wouldn't even be the word to describe her feelings. Her digits pressed firmly upon the ground as she paced back and forth. Her eyes burned of fire as she held darkness through the shadows. Fangs gritted with impulse as she grumbled harshly to herself. Shoulda killed em.. Should fuckin' killed em... But what good would it serve her? The again she could always bury the evidence, or leave it out for the predators to feast upon. After awhile they would have just been an oblivion. Not only would she break the hearts of those who loved those dear Mafia pups, but she's also anger Scorch. Again, how'd he ever know it was her, and that she'd murder them? She never knew them from a hole in the ground, nor they knew her, or what she was capable of. Pantera couldn't remember how she was before she locked her heart away. The only thing she wanted to do was to leave others crying. Ah forget those mongrels, they aint worth shit to me anyway.. What she wanted was the tiger wolf. More darkness loomed about her aura as she proceeded to pace back and forth, until she finally stopped. She got it! The idea hit her like a ton of bricks. That huge feline was in for a beautiful surprise! She lift her skull and echoed out laughter of insanity. Her chords singing through the darkness, and if one could hear her, they would. ooc: Its shortish, sorry...

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-32.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Scorch’s heirs had been returned unharmed back into his charge, and he now had some of his more reliable wolves watching the youth’s movements. Part of him was proud of their daring heist, affronting the darkness on their own ever though they had yet to attain the capacity to fend for themselves. But none the less they were a danger to themselves and had it not been for the Rogue Caesar bringing them to safety then who knows where his offspring might have ended up. A sharp lashing of his tongue had served as punishment and distinct confinement to pack borders would perhaps teach them to mind his instructions. Since Tor had quite disappeared, Scorch was left to pick up all the slack, including the job of raising the damn pups on his own as well. He was rather peeved at his enticing mate for that betrayal, it wasn’t his job to fend for the pups while he had a land full of criminals to oversee with due diligence. Sighing he pushed forward in the darkness, moving only in the shadows, completely unaware that his son also retained the stealthy power. Because of his experience using the gift from the god of hell himself and his prowess at maneuvering in thick foliage, Scorch now could blend in seamlessly, his movements terribly quiet if not completely silent. His son had spoke of another fire lupus that had challenged them with her fiery powers, the thought bringing a grim look to his face as his jaw tensed visibly. Caesar had mentioned she had been but frightening them so that they would return home, still the Don did not appreciate the gesture very much. A certain Pantera if he was correct, and another name that was insignificant to him at the moment much like the putrid loner Leo that had thought he could pit his strengths against Scorch’s. Well a healer had been found after the fight and the Don no longer bore marks of the battle that would have otherwise left significant scar tissue, though all the same his jaw was still a bit sore. Flicking his delightfully glossy tail he walked out onto a root and lay down low enough to lap at some of the water, ears on high alert for any other sounds. Looking back at him was the dark shadow of a wolf, bright sea green eyes barreling into his soul with cold fire as they shone brightly on the water’s surface. A sound in the near vicinity alerted Scorch to another’s presence, his head lifting as his nose sniffed at the air, this one was female for sure and her laughter was enough to tell the Don that she wasn’t exactly in her right mind. Goody. Those were the ones that could keep him amused for a little while at least and he patiently waited to see the shape near in the darkness, rising and with agile bounds sifting from root to root. He had come to the Swamp for he had heard reports of increased activity in the vicinity, as the land bordered his own territory it only made sense to investigate and besides, he needed the activity to keep his mind at rest. Moving out from the shadows the light of the moon fell upon his intense ink black pelt, highlighting the deep blood red highlights on the surface life a river of crimson flowing in with deadly poison. Scorch’s fur was not thick per chance, living in the hot condition of the jungle did not require thick cover, however it was magnificently glossy and reflected an almost 3 dimensional sheen. From his vantage point atop a thick root he remarked, his deep voice slinking like thick silk through the night air, “And what pray tell is so funny that you laugh in such a manner if only for your own ears?” His brow shot up in a silent question, his eyes baring down upon the other wolf coldly. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Pantera]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/panteramiddle.png] Her laughter deceased and all fell silent until her ears told her that someone was there lurking nearby. She swiftly turned and lowered her chin to her chest, finding herself staring into the Don's eyes as he announced himself with such a question. And what pray tell is so funny that you laugh in such a manner if only for your own ears? She studied the male, he looked quite a bit like Banshee, and she could smell those pups all over him. Was it really the Don of the Mafia? Hell he was handsome! Looking into his stone cold blue eyes, she returned to her neutral height, then rose her chin up. She wasn't intimidated at all, in fact she didn't fear a thing. She only made a brilliant move on her part for her advantage when Caesar arrived. She left unscathed, and so did everybody else. She was only looking into scaring the pups anyway. Either scare them, or kill em. At this point, she'd prefer to keep them scared and then eventually use them as her pawns to help her kill Caesar. Pantera never desired in actually killing them, but using them would be key to gain power. She was going to use Hafalong too, and maybe Scorch now? Oh the plans whirled about though her mind as her eyes burned of desire. She offered a menacing grin, as she approached the Don allowing herself to be lost in such desire and greed. Wouldn't YOU love to find out...? She purred in seductive tone as she stood a few feet from from, stopping at a safe distance. Oh he was dreamy! She stared right into his eyes, she already had plans for him! Have his pups, grow my own Empire, and use those who I feel fit! Yep, she had a map, an organized map more so than anyone could imagine. It was just getting it! She loved how he had that cold merciless stare, he lacked emotion, and it was what she wanted. She was infatuated already, it was almost as if it were love at first sight! She wanted him... Her eyes coldly stared back as silence filled between them. She flipped her right ear, a signal of keen interest. She had her tail low in a lazy manner, but rose it for a moment and offered him a wag; this was to emphasize that she indeed was interested in this male. Lowering her tail back to its position, she took another few steps forward, taking things slow, but not awkward. She lowered her body before him to show she wasn't attempting to challenge him in any way but to maybe invoke his desire. She rose her skull to his bottom lip, and nipped it sweetly; then brought herself back to full height, and made a rather bold move. She took in his scent silently as she jerked forward and nuzzled into his nape. The nipping of his bottom lip was a sign of respect, and now she was showing bold affection. You're gorgeous! I say let's forget the small talk and have some fun ... She was half kidding, but then again she was almost serious. She slowly pulled away from him; her cold expression meeting his. Pantera cared less if he was mated or not, she was bad, and as bad as they came; but she was no slut. She once had a litter of pups, but ate them instead of raising them. But that was such a long time ago, and now she was ready to raise her own pups into natural born killers. Pantera wondered if the Don would accept her proposition or refuse it. Either or, was fine by her. Oh how she still lust for him!

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-32.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Scorch was Don, in his world that meant he ruled above all and was the leader that guided his corrupted wolves through the darkness and into the light of power. He was cold, merciless and driven by a satanic need for power and vengeance, however his subjects generally respected him and he usually went out of his way to form a bond with them as it assured increased loyalty. In turn, this loyalty founded the pillar that held up his world as a strong foundation would not crumble under pressure. Scorch was rather similar, he did not crumble, he did not show weakness and he refused to yield. His mind was a maze of uncharted paths that led into dangerous and fatal areas of his subconscious, a twisting turning world that could not be understood and could never be analyzed and this very phenomenon made him an unpredictable foe of the most alarmingly dangerous type. Hell bent on bringing the Mafia to the glory it truly deserved, he would let nothing and no one step in his way, should they be so reckless to try and disturb the balance he had restored then it would be by paying with their miserable life that the Don took compensation for their actions. He hadn’t been entirely aware of what this female was, though her laughter had served enough purpose to give him a slight inclination and now judging by her bold and fearless actions he could see she was much like Leo, no heed to her superiors. She had the actions of a Rogue to assure Scorch that she wasn’t a simply loner, but still as Don he rose above her in title and importance which was enough to give Scorch reason to disregard her actions. Did he give a damn really why she was laughing? Not in the bloody slightest, it was of no consequence to him and therefor of no value what so ever and had he been in a dismal mood he might have promptly told the vixen to fuck off, but lucky enough for the female his mood was relatively stable at the moment. Consequentially he merely curled his lip up, eyes continuing to blaze with frigid disinterest, “ ’Fraid not love, your mirth does not interest me.” Blunt and straight forth, despite his alluring voice, Scorch wasn’t really the type to beat around the bush, no, he was the type to incinerate it. Right now he hadn’t decided whether simply leaving this female behind would be of more use then entertaining her presence. Throughout his life he had never had to work very hard to receive the lustful attention of females, his aura cloaked in tantalizing darkness spoke of strength, power and authority, a meal ticket to most wolves of the opposite sex but each and every time Scorch had used the silly females and left them to suffer the consequences of their pursuits alone. As Don he could have almost any female at his grasp, and those that did not want to yield to him would end up doing so rather unwillingly anyways, a little incident brought a cocky smirk to his face. That poor intruder had certainly paid the price and last Scorch had heard she was with his pup, not that he gave a damn, any other wolf born were his bastards, and held no claim over his throne like his true heirs. Any female that challenged this would simply be killed and her offspring terminated before they became a threat. It was a cruel fate, but necessary and the Don had no guilt about his actions; they ensured the survival of his kingdom. In that sense he was always too willing to use a lust driven female and turn their game against them, frankly it was all rather amusing. However, since taking a mate he had not engaged in this game, disregarding that one lesson he had taught to a reckless female trespasser. Feeling this vixen nip at his lip reminded him of why he had so enjoyed his hobby of seduction, there was nothing quite like taking advantage of other’s weaknesses and then turning against them. Scorch had nothing to loose from a little fling, if the female ever sought to make Scorch take responsibility for her pregnancy he simply had one of his countless and rather skilled assassins to get rid of the issue. And so he let her nuzzle him instead of shoving her into the water bellow, remaining cold and aloof for by right she would have to work a little harder than that to impress one that could choose from any females that so grabbed his fancy. Throwing her a metaphorical bone he responded in a heady voice, “Reject lovely banter to take advantage of such a luscious body? Perish the thought my little vixen, besides, what makes you think yourself worthy of the Don’s attention?” His maw quirked up into a crooked grin, teasing the lusty lupus although his eyes continued to remained frosted and harsh. His words challenged her drive and her hunger, slowly he would weave a net around this young female and it would be far too late when she realized that her own game had been turned against her. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Pantera]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/panteramiddle.png] Watching his lippens curl into a dark snarl she didn't even flinch. She only looked at him with more interest. Fraid not love, your mirth does not interest me.” She offered a saucy smirk as she tilted her cranium slightly downward, giving him an extra seductive glare. Perhaps an offering to him would appease him? She didn't care if he was Don or not, and if she could bare his puppies, all the better! She would just fuck him and chuck him and forget about him, and raise the pups to her own accord. She kind of gathered that he'd be the same way too anyway. Fuck 'n' chuck. This made her beam a bigger brighter pearly smile, but it was a nice smile. Are you sure, big bad Don of the Mafia..? I assure you wouldn't want to refuse me; no siree... She toyed with him, as she drew in closer again, and rubbed herself all over his chest, and neck. She ran her skull upon his chest, and ceased it to his neck, then then drew her shoulder onto his chest, as she rubbed her chin at his nape, and withers; then moved a bit more to rub her rump on him,, and swished her tail under his nose to offer him her pleasurable scent. She beamed of pleasure and amusement, as she rounded herself to face him once more. This wasn't working... “Reject lovely banter to take advantage of such a luscious body? Perish the thought my little vixen, besides, what makes you think yourself worthy of the Don’s attention? She flipped her right ear with keen interest as he spoke. Oh how lovely and sexy his voice seemed to her. Spring fever really got her jumping in circles like a yearling. What the hell was wrong with her? It was too late to back down now, she wasn't giving up that easily. Even if he beat her to the ground, that would just excite her all the more. He would have to kill her or just hump her, she was too persistent to give in, and she was going to get whatever it was she so desired, and so would he in that matter. She knew what she could offer him. More power. If she couldn't take over the Mafia one day, then she would simply take over the smaller less powered packs in the region, and those members would be forced to join her Chapter if she ever formed a Chapter; or die. Yes that was it, she had a few choices she could make, to offer him. I can offer you more power than you could ever dream of love. She purred as she studied him carefully. She knew he had power, and was power bound. You think you have power now.. what if... She paused briefly and smirked a devilish grin. You mate with me now, you don't need to worry about helping me raise them. Forget about me afterward, because I am irrelevant after this point. What if I gave you the strongest born males after they turn a year old. I will keep the females... She assured him that she wasn't interested in his help at all. There would be no threat to your throne or your heirs throne by these pups. They will be your foot soldiers, or whatever you use them for. She was well aware that he might use them against her eventually, but she wasn't worried about that at the moment. She also wasn't bound to beating around the bush, so she bluntly asked him upfront. She needed to mate with a strong male to produce strong pups. Killer pups! They were a perfect match made in hell. However there were alternatives to at this point. Or... She twisted her mouth into a thoughtful deadly expression. I can join your Mafia... You choose... I wouldn't let you down... She teased him. But she was serious. However; she wanted the pups more, she needed to take over Nepara's new forming pack, and another small pack leaving the Mafia out of the picture, unless they formed an alliance, which would grant Pantera quite the power; but not as much power as Scorch and his band of merry killers. She was beginning to like the Mafia even more so now. Despite toying with the pups earlier. She would never harm them, but only play with them, to stir things up a bit... Pantera watched Scorch's expression to see if he had any interest in her offerings. She doubted that he would accept offer such as good as these, he'd be foolish not too accept. Perhaps she could have both. He'd get her pregnant, she'd join his Mafia until she rounded up enough wolves to form a Chapter of her own, and be on her way to gaining more power. However she knew she had to be careful. Joining wouldn't really be a good idea unless she left on good allied terms.... The ball was in his court... For now..

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-32.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Ooc: This thread contains mature themes & coarse language best not read by sensitive viewers. You have been warned... This act was growing irksome, the Don had no interest in her flirtatious banter that to him seemed to be filled with idle and insubstantial offers that really she could not afford to make. Fur bristling as she rubbed herself seductively against his body, the lupus did not return the advances as he remained hard and stony faced. This situation was rubbing him entirely the wrong way and he was of half a mind to simply drag this vixen back by the scruff of her tender neck and let his pack have their ways with her instead of Scorch taking advantage of the offer, then she would have her sniveling pups. The cocky grovelling brought a putrid taste to his mouth and in the corner of his eye a small tick twitched imperceptibly, the only sign of his growing annoyance. Make no mistake he would use her this night, she had made her offer and there was no going back, but first he had to knock down that brazen attitude a couple degrees just for the fun of it. Her smile was sincere, but something about it urged Scorch to knock it off her pretty face and he had just the intention of doing so.... For a few meager moments he listened without interest to her empty offers and then paused, letting them fall into a heavy silence before swiveling his head around and letting a ferocious snarl rip forth from his chest, the terrifying sound echoing into the night while he finally came to his regular height, taller than that of the female. Fangs gleaming he moved terribly close to her face and snapped his iron jaws shut near enough that she would have to back off or loose one of her vibrant eyes. Eyes finally filled with a frigid mockery as he noted without shame, “Power?! You know nothing about power, roaming about without anyone to follow your reign, do not preach what you do not practice little vixen of mine. You can offer me no such thing that I have not conquered without your precious aid, note that well honey.” Finally his face broke out into a chilling smile, but it was not a friendly one and the sadistic nature of it was enough to inform the delusional female that not only was she his to use, but she was also his to destroy afterwards. Growling threateningly he advanced, powerful fangs thrashing at her hide so that she would have to move back against a tree as his smile widened into something carnal enough to freeze over hell itself. Power was his alone, he commanded a pack that not only feared him but respected him as well, his name was known throughout Wonderwhy as being the harshest son of a bitch to have walked the territory, and his presence brought the weak to their knees. He had come to the land as a loner and joined the mafia, observing the dynamics and building trust within his superiors until he had been able to gather enough followers to over throw the previous Don’s reign. No, this ridiculous youth knew nothing of what power meant, and her insane little antics would never allow her to fully grasp the concept either. One did not come in professing possessing power with grand offers, no, to truly conquer anything one had to lay low and observe until the moment came when an attack could be mounted without any others suspecting it. Pff, power came from pointed and calculated plotting, terrible patience and not announcing one’s presence until after the attack. This one boasted her prowess to the world so that none would ever trust her, in that respect she would never have the chance to really mount a worthy attack. Too freakin’ bad, Scorch thought with amusement, she certainly had the lack of conscious to pull it off, just not the savoir faire required to truly lead. Finally he broke out into a fit of dreadful laughter, his head lifting to the sky as his pupils narrowed, his mirth infiltrating the crevices of the shadows as he made a mockery of her offers, none of them had any value, except joining his pack, that would allow him to keep an eye on her. Eyes glinting with shrewd cunning he said, “Fine lovey, you will join my pack and you will follow under my orders and that of my direct subordinates, any disregard for them will result in severe reprimand. Keep your precious pups, they have no value to me and will be born bastards, just be prepared to meet my needs when I call. You have yet to tell me you name darlin’.” He eased closer, his teeth grazing her neck enough to draw blood as he pressed forth his tongue to taste it and soothe the wound. The message was clear; satisfy me and you will be rewarded, disobey and you will know hell. He didn’t trust the female in the least and would have his wolves trailing her at all times so that she could not cause discord or mayhem within his own pack. This way he could control her and if continue to use her body for his own pleasures, disposal would be all too easy when he grew bored. As for pups, let her believe she would be able to keep them, it was pitiful that she thought Scorch would ever have any interest in them, if they had any of her blood within them then would be of no value to him. Tor had been the symbol of true strength within a female and their young held all the qualities that Scorch needed from his offspring. No, she would have her dearest puppies and then he would send someone out to kill them, make no mistake their blood would not be on his conscious. Seen as a threat their death would simply be business, so for now he gifted this hellion with her delusion of grandeur. For now Scorch could barely hide his pity for this wretched creature, she was selling her soul to the Devil, a bargain that was always corrupted. Brushing roughly against her body he moved close enough to pin her with his weight, muzzle approaching her maw where he slowly licked her chin, teeth grazing in his wake. His scent now covered her body, she was now one of his possessions and at his service whether she liked it or not. This was the consequence of the game she played, and the seductress would soon realize the error in her ways. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Pantera]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/panteramiddle.png] OOC: Sorry for the wait, wasn't feeling all too well yesterday... What she negotiated wasn't working. He just wasn't buying in what she offered him. Well that was just too bad now wasn't it? Pantera smirked slightly, but as she smirked his snarl made it a fair warning that he was bound to strike at any given second. She dodged his attempts to strike her muzzle, and this forced Pantera to show the whites in her eyes as she dodged, locking her eyes upon him. Watching his jaws as she clenched shut her own jaws, temples throbbing; she landed swiftly a few feet away from him, and she offered a menacing snarl back in reaction. “Power?! You know nothing about power, roaming about without anyone to follow your reign, do not preach what you do not practice little vixen of mine. You can offer me no such thing that I have not conquered without your precious aid, note that well honey.” He spoke out of cockiness. Oh she knew all about power, despite her mentioning a few things, but she never really gave away her planned map out to him now did she? She knew a lot more about power than he ever knew she did, and this was what made her twist a smile to his words of doubt. She may be a pretty face, but she had brains. She may say things, but does she mean what she stipulates? It was partly why most wolves found her enigmatic. She was forced to back into a tree, her anger beginning to boil into a bubble. She allowed him to have his way, but for how long? He thought he was the biggest, baddest, motherfucker rolling? She'll show him a few tricks up her sleeve. In her eyes, this Don was an idiot to rebuke her! She made an offer to grant him more wolf power, meaning he could have easily outnumbered all the surrounding packs if she offered herself to him every so often. But, he turned that offer down. Too bad, so sad.. She watched him throw back his skull with mechanical laughter. She had the urge to snipe her fangs into his throat and ending his life right there. But she declined in doing so. Fine lovey, you will join my pack and you will follow under my orders and that of my direct subordinates, any disregard for them will result in severe reprimand. Keep your precious pups, they have no value to me and will be born bastards, just be prepared to meet my needs when I call. You have yet to tell me you name darlin’.” She shot him a warning glare, a signal for him to look out, because she could be quite unpredictable. I have no real interest in joining your pack... You failed to take my offer, then so be it.. I have no further need of your assistance, thank you very much... She gruffed in low tone. You need not know my name... It does not matter to you, therefore its not important. She told him off lightly, and luckily she was being nice about it. Not because he was the Don or anything, but because she was naturally aggressive, and never followed orders from anyone. She allowed him to lick at her chin, but she still had that threatening stare of warning, and she was about to sting him like a scorpion whether he liked it or not. She lightly winced as she felt his teeth sink into her flesh, and his tongue mollified the tiny wound. The scent of blood hit her nares, and she reacted like a shark in an instant without warning. Pantera however prorogued her sudden calmness as he pressed onto her, smearing his scent of him all over her formation. Without warning, she ignited in full flame to burn his mouth and underside; she bucked like a wild stallion on Amphetamines kicking wildly. She started thrashing as sparks flew from her body, and she grew hotter by the milli-second. She burned at his under body her formation now in a white fire the hottest fire one could get. She bucked him off, of her as she ripped a snarl from her powerful jaws. She snapped her hot iron like teeth grazing him slightly. She had full mastery of her powers as she worked hard at it for as long as she could recall. I will NOT follow your orders because I do NOT belong to you... Her eyes glowing a bright white as her fire grew hotter by the second. She opened her jaws ready to aim a fire ball in his direction as the tree she connected with caught ablaze, and caught the surrounding trees around her following suit. It didn't faze her as the trees began to burn. The fire scorched so hot, that things began to melt at her connection, lucky it wasn't the Don. Soon the whole forest was going to be ablaze if he didn't allow her to escape. What could he ever offer her but humiliation and being treated like a puppet? She was no puppet, no siree, she was Pant- fuckin' tera, and was quite hostile at this point. She made it pellucid of her intentions of not belonging to him. She backed up lowering her body to the ground like a cobra getting ready to strike once she knocked him away from her, her body now glowing a blue fire, and her flame could weld any steel if she connected with it. She was beyond fury, and wondered if Scorch retained the same infernal ability. Claws gripped at the soil, like hot poker spikes if she were to slash him, he'd be in for one nasty rude awakening if she did. It would feel frozen at first to his flesh if she slashed him with her claws, but really she'd be burning him. He thought she had nothing, no power, was feeble, and could be used as his puppetry. She didn't think so. She backed up further to get a safe distance holding her jaws wide open, the blue blast being a threat if he retaliated. She was attempting an escape. She hoped she burned his underside good enough to postpone a vulgar attack on his part.....

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-33.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Ooc: This thread contains mature themes & coarse language best not read by sensitive viewers. You have been warned... Scorch’s laughter rose to a feverish pitch, his voice growing hoarse with every passing second, hot damn if he hadn’t had so much fun in such a long time. Never before had he utterly and devotedly pitied a soul more than this, the boiling urge in his veins to break the dream world this poor sap lived in was overwhelming. Scorch’s biggest hate was weakness, and this being reeked of such a horrid stank that he had to openly keep himself from retching out his gut. The ignorance, the cockiness, the complete and infallible blindness to reality was sickening and evoked a whole new level of putrid nausea within the Don. Teeth gleaming terribly white, his pupils narrowed into miniscule dots as the veins in the whites of his eyes grew more prominent. The volume and magnitude of mockery in his sneering laughter thundered across the swamp, birds flying in fear from their perches and squawking away into the air. If he couldn’t have her then he would maim her precious face and without her looks she would be worthless and die away in the world. Power, she was alone in the world, she had no one, absolutely no followers, no one faithful to her and this made her vulnerable. If she thought augmenting his pack numbers with more pups would increase power then there was all the more reason to doubt her credibility; pups were weakness which meant they needed protection, a distraction from more important matters in the end. Only his heirs really mattered in that respect, crated out of perfect breeding they were icons of budding power that just needed a bit of direction. His eyes were now filled with a malicious mirth, the sneer on his face was enough to indicate that she would live to regret her little ambitious offer for no matter what came of this encounter all packs would be informed of her conniving nature and no one would ever again trust her enough. Claws digging into the ground he kicked up the dirt onto her face, and teased heartlessly, “Guess what my adorable fool, you don’t have a damn choice anymore, fail to follow my orders and I will rip my teeth into your hide until you loose your voice from screaming, and then you will no longer be able to make empty propositions. Was it not your very words that offered to join? What, all talk and no action? I should expect no less from a worthless coward, but we both knew you were lying to yourself.” His lips rose up in a disturbing scowl of loathing, this female was very much the type he squashed on a daily basis and tonight his mood was growing ever so much more fowl; blood would be spilt and it would not be his. The Don’s could only smirk in horrid pity as the fire lupus tried to use the very element Scorch controlled against him, she was half his age, half as volatile and half as experienced, the odds were not good in her favor. Igniting in an explosion of flames Scorch merely let hers wash over him, shivering at the delightful feeling of the fire caressing his body, an old friend that had no effect on him whatsoever. Sure, his would not damage her either, but he didn’t need his element to harm this silly vixen. Chuckling darkly he emerged from the fire, black body contrasting vividly against his own flames, entirely unscathed from her pointless attack as he merely let the surrounding area burn, he didn’t give a damn about it, his attention was now focused on the blood that coursed through her veins and how sweet it would taste flowing through his throat. Quirking a brow he remarked coldly, “How daft are you my dear? Are you so pitiful that you would try to use fire against a wolf that controls the same element? Why it’s so pathetic it makes me want to vomit...You have under half my years of experience, with but barely half a year of your own, and now cannot use your power against me, what other insignificant tactic will you try because I grow bored.” Sighing he simply shook his head, now she had wasted her energy on a fruitless endeavor, and he towered terribly near, advancing without fear, his size and height out matching her own without difficulty. Damn if amateurs weren't the most tiresome individuals... Snickering he taunted, “So without your piss poor excuse for a show, what else do you have to defend yourself with?” With that he lunged forward, jumping off a root and straight into the shadows of the reaching branches of a great tree. Using his shadow power he momentarily disappeared into the darkness, landing to the side of Pantera and charging in rapidly. With a final push of his muscled hind quarters he made to slam into her side which would push her off her root and into the water. Snarling out vehemently, "And you and what precious army is going to stop me from owning you dearie? Or are you going to admit your offers were as weak as yourself and run away with your tail between your legs? I might let you live if you apologize and get the hell out of here." He did not rip his teeth into her hide like he could so easily have done; instead he humiliated her further by offering her an escape route, in not so many words informing her that even a fight with her wasn’t worth his time. Insult to injury was his style, he didn’t care how degraded he made an individual feel, his loyalties was with his pack and anyone that got in his way would, in short terms, die. When it came to the world of violence and carnation he was in charge and none other called the shots, the female was toying with a volatile forth that did have any guilt about crushing an individual for the hell of it. The fact that the female had used fire against him told Scorch that she was terribly immature and did not employ the more simplistic of strategic methods, had she wanted to try and manipulate him she would have needed to first get to know him, and her misinformed display told him enough to reassure him that she was an amateur. Growling violently he threatened, “Run away poor unfortunate coward, and when you have the guts to carry through on your own fuckin’ offers then give me a shout, otherwise keep your sorry ass away from my lands and me, got it babe?” His eyes burned into her hide, if she made the wrong move at this point he would tear the hide off her body in strips and roast them to gift to his cannibalistic wolves. It many senses of the word she was outgunned, had she considered a more intelligent approach to this matter then her fate would have been drastically different, but as it were she had not and now was to atone to hell’s judgement itself. Scorch was a heartless son of a gun, his vile temper and voracious hunger for power and destruction made him a force that should never be toyed with, the wolves under his command knew and respected this as would anyone with half a sense. Was he immortal, invincible? Hell no, given the right circumstances he bled like the rest of wolves, but the odds were logically and realistically in his favor and he knew it. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Pantera]

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[atrb=background,http://heart-tails.com/images/sotes_stuff/panteramiddle.png] She scorned away from the dirt connecting to her fascade, her lips tight to keep it from entering her mouth. She snarled as she shok the dirt off, and snapped her jaws toward his lowering paw but missing by a few inches. “Guess what my adorable fool, you don’t have a damn choice anymore, fail to follow my orders and I will rip my teeth into your hide until you loose your voice from screaming, and then you will no longer be able to make empty propositions. Was it not your very words that offered to join? What, all talk and no action? I should expect no less from a worthless coward, but we both knew you were lying to yourself.” Pantera glowered at him. Oh I'll show you coward. COWARD... Fighting a female much smaller than you.... Goes to show YOU'RE the real coward you fucking asshole! She barked as she snapped her teeth towards him once more. So they got off the wrong foot. Pantera felt no remorse, she was only standing up for herself at this point. The Don didn't mean shit to her even if she was forced into his stupid alliance. She didn't have to be there.... A wave of emotions hit her like a ton of bricks feeling the pang of her pathetic failure. Set me free... Her voice calmed as she backed away begging for death, as it was the only escape rout that she had always been looking for. No more pain, no more suffering, and no more anxiety or anger. She would cease to exist, and go to a better place if there was one. She had failed to believe in better places, as hell was her life. This life in which she named hell , only bound her since birth, and for the Don to kill her would be a great prize! She hated life, and everyone in it, and wanted to seek out the ruin in others due to poor horizons. “How daft are you my dear? Are you so pitiful that you would try to use fire against a wolf that controls the same element? Why it’s so pathetic it makes me want to vomit...You have under half my years of experience, with but barely half a year of your own, and now cannot use your power against me, what other insignificant tactic will you try because I grow bored. So without your piss poor excuse for a show, what else do you have to defend yourself with?” His voice echoed into her brain drilling it like a tool. His voice alone pained her, and offered her a menacing migraine. She glared at him as she lowered herself to the ground and watching him tower over her she said nothing. Without warning she lurched up, and head butted him right in the lower jaw hitting him square there, and knocking him away. She may not be as tough as he was, but she had a few nifty tricks up her sleeve. Despite the fight being far from fair, she still tried to fend him off; after she was there first. And what could YOU ever offer to me in your pack anyway but to treat me like this the whole time, you fucktwat! She snarled in defense, getting ready to strike him once more, but she was pushed into the water in instant reaction. "And you and what precious army is going to stop me from owning you dearie? Or are you going to admit your offers were as weak as yourself and run away with your tail between your legs? I might let you live if you apologize and get the hell out of here." Her body was nothing but a bag of smoke at this point, and she stood in the water. She brought her paw up and slapped a huge water wave to his hit him right in the face. She hit him dead on, perhaps this should cool him off. She did it again, and stepped out, shaking her pelt all over him. then shoulder butted her shoulders into his chest to knock him away from her. Fuck off and die! She screamed as she butted his chest with her shoulder. Maybe I don;t want to lie eh? Have you ever thought of that cocksucker? She pulled away from him rapidly expecting a strike back, but nothing happened, as she stared coldly at him. Go ahead COWARD.. Kill me.. Or no.. Wait a minute, why don;t you send out your little minions to kill, maybe that will be even better! She decided to throw that at him, and it would make him a huge coward killing a petite dew drop of a female such as herself. Fucking males! They all think they have the most power, and if she lived another day, she hoped to see his empire fall, especially him! Se hated him, and if she was stronger than he was, she'd kill him without a second thought. Maybe kill him in his sleep, by slashing his throat and watch him bleed out like a stuck pig. Well whatya waiting for, you big jerk!? Come on... Kill me, since you think you are the biggest macho walking. There's always someone stronger than you...y'know... She wasn't afraid of him despite his efforts. From switching on her charm to swiftly turning it into something else faster than a rabbit got fucked, she knew this male was either going to walk or kill her. A sigh ripped from her mouth as she shook her skull. I will NOT apologize, because I don't see a point. What makes such an asshole as yourself think he deserves an apology from a piece of shit like me... She admitted she was a filthy lady, and admired it. She cared less what others thought of her, and what he thought of her. “Run away poor unfortunate coward, and when you have the guts to carry through on your own fuckin’ offers then give me a shout, otherwise keep your sorry ass away from my lands and me, got it babe?” Without a thought she brought up her paw and slapped him across the face, forcing his cheek to turn to the side. Don't you ever call me babe! I'm not you babe, I don't belong to anyone! She protested, getting ready to strike him again, but didn't. She just stood there looking him in the eye. This was going to be a rather interesting relationship if he didn't kill her. I'm not going anywhere man.. I still want to know what it is that someone like yourself could offer a terrible so called pitiful self like me uh...? She said sarcastically. With a huff and a scream of frustration she was hitting the PMS state. God... Nevermind.. You totally wasted my time. I don't ever want to see you again... Don;t seek me out unless you can offer me something... She backed away, and turned to leave once she hit a safe distance. She did not want to meet him again, unless he offered her some sort of incentive...