Quiet Ponderings -Joining/Scorch-

[♫ Sade & Acelynn ♫]

Are we there yet, Acelynn? Sade and Acelynn, the dynamic fox-wolf duo, had been travelling through this swamp for some time now, Sade following her second souls’ directions.

No, shut up,

Fine, fine… how do you know of this place?

Us second souls… know things. See things. I can’t believe our luck, Sadie, we’re finally gonna have a pack with wolves like us!

Where is it? Who’s in it?

It’s right in front of you, stop walking and look up. Sade glanced up, and her jaw dropped. The earth beneath her feet had been progressively getting muddier and muddier, and what she saw before her astounded her. Acelynn was right, the faithful second soul was always right. The muddied earth gave way to much more solid moss and damp leaves, and the thin sunlight became wan and ill-looking farther ahead. But before Sade was a mass of trees, of which she’d never seen the like.

They call it a jungle, Sadie. Watch out, the steps aren’t the best until you learn them. Sade did not question her second’s judgment, instead she stalked farther into the realm of darkness. It was hot, but pleasantly so, and wet, but a wonderful reprieve from the ice and snow she’d passed in throughout the winter. Then the scents hit her, and she stopped.

Ace? She whispered, terrified.

Hush, its okay Sadie. You can do it. Acelynn whispered back. The jungle was alive with life, but the young Myou stood frozen. A pack lived here, though the scents had faded, they still remained. Stale, but permeating. Sade thought for a moment, and then let a shrug ripple through her, undulating like a wave. She flung her reddish fox-colored head backwards, forming her mouth into an almost perfect O. The howl was feral and roguish, hinting gently that she, Sade, was not a wolf to be swatted like a fly. She could offer many, many things. Good things and bad things, all that was required was a little… ‘payment’ of sorts; though recently the worse things Sade had done—like seduce and kill—she had given up on. Instead, the calm of the evenings spent romancing with many a male wolf were all that kept her going, and their kills, too. Sometimes she stayed for a few days, choosing an Alpha or King or whatever they deigned to call themselves, and letting them enjoy her company.

But this was a whole new realm. This jungle awoke an ache, a longing to be able to run from one end to the other without needing to decide the route to take, just following and flowing and racing…enjoying her freedom while it lasted. The howl was raspy, but pleasantly so, and it echoed back some time before reply was given, so Sade sat and waited calmly, staring at a small, slow-flowing stream that pooled, observing the fish that flicked around in it, and waiting for an answer to her question.

I’ll give you anything; anything you want… but just be warned, nothings ever free… but how fast can I make you fall in love with me?

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-29.jpg] "Speaking" Tantalizing, terrorizing and totally tasteful, the Don was a beast of savageness and dark desires that ruled upon a kingdom corrupted by only the blackest hearts to have roamed Wonderwhy. His eyes were clear and terribly cold, unyielding they bore into a person until such an individual felt like the very carcass of their soul had been penetrated and violated. His hunger for power and his burning desire for success kept him far ahead of his game and the black fur that graced his predatory body ran rampant with highlighted rivers of blood red, flickering in the light of the jungle. A sinister beat resonated in his heart, the thump of one overcome with cold cut malicious intent that only echoed within the heart of the jungle itself, slowing calling, so mesmerizing, to outsiders. It drew them in, ensnared them like a powerful drug and embedded itself comfortably in their essence, slowly eating them away until only hollow skeletons remained. Frankly it was all rather melodramatic, and yet so eerily real... Today the Don moved through his corrupted kingdom of damned souls with a cocky pride that came from knowing he could bloody well do what he pleased in his territory, his head held magnificently high while his body streaked through the shadows of the jungle, calling upon that dark power that had been bestowed upon him, a true mark of the Devil himself. His muscles contracted and relaxed rhythmically, coiling with ill-disguised brute strength and cunning force as he moved, his silken tail flicking out behind him like a python only waiting to strike. He was Don of the Hellion Mafia, had a stunning mate, could claim whomever he so chose and had three spectacular heirs to carry on his legacy, and yet still he hungered for more...so much more. His energy was violent and disruptive, constantly seeking more life forces to overcome and his nose seemed to track down mischief as though guided by an exterior force. Today he tracked an unusual scent, an outsider and a trespasser in his damn lands and his face was curled into a mask of terrifying displeasure, the calm surface of raging waters. The scent was female and it was causing his own blood to boil, infused with his desire to assert his dominance and the lack of attention he had been receiving from his mate, it was easy to say it was a vile and terribly noxious combination. Finally coming upon the intruder in question he paused, coiled, in the shadows, eyes flashing angrily as he observed his newest prey. My, how this one was curvaceous, he pelt flashed like fire in the light of the hot sun that fell like curtains between the foliage and hunger for something else rather than food spread through his belly. It had really been so long, and he resisted the urge to whine with the force of his instinct to overtake and conquer, it would do not good to fall prey to his instincts yet. Taking a deep breath he cleared his mind, his posture straightening as he became the poster boy for the Mafia. Stalking out from the shadows he let his pelt bristle aggressively, his muscles highlighted by the motion as his tail came to stand straight, a leer of contempt upon his strong maw. Barking out he demanded, his voice threatening and terribly full of threat, “Just who the hell do you think you are to march into my lands?! This is not a damn picnic ground love, and I sure as hell am not your bloody Good Samaritan!!! “ He slunk up closer, flames flickering between his fur as he purposely invaded the female`s space, his stance domineering and leaving no debate as to whether he was lethal or not. White canines flashed beneath a dark maw as a deep growl of distaste came from his chest, sure this precious was a treat on the eyes, but all the same he would not let it pass without asserting his utter control over her first. Whatever wandered into mafia territory automatically belonged to the Mafia, and by consequence the Don, it was in her best interest to play her cards well.. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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