A jagged little pill -OPEN to everyone-

[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i1252.photobucket.com/albums/hh562/Torniquelle/Untitled-2_edited-1.jpg] The sunlight bounced of the tree tops, casting strange shadows across the forest floor. It was humid. Rain just stopped by, blessing the earth with water, then leaving on its merry way. Pandora gazed off into the distance. She was growing up. At 10 months, she was already starting to take on the appearance of an adult. Her puppy like features melting into more sharp, mature ones. No, Pandora was growing up indeed. Puppy hood escaped her. A thing of the past, it was a part of her that she could never relieve, for she had never really lived it. The princess was lost in her thoughts, they were her sacred grounds. They were a place that no one could harm her, her escape from reality. Pandora was a wolf with questions. Why? Who? What? How? Her young mind imagining the impossible. She stood, and continued walking under the trees, engulfed in their shadows. Her thoughts were consuming her. Death was on her mind. Pandora was fascinated with it. What happened in death, no one would ever know. There is a mystery to it. But death also frightened her. She would never admit it though, it would make her a weakling. A nobody shunned, never to be loved. No she would swallow it down like a jagged little pill. Keeping her secrets inside, locked up tight, the key thrown away. The young wolf continued weaving in and out of the trees. She was content to be by herself. Others made her cringe. She felt she really didn't below amongst the pack. It was like others were afraid of her, or the Don. Oh Pandora didn't mind, she knew she was better, for she was the Mafia Princess. There was no one else like her, and there never would be. Walking alone, in life and death.

[KRATOS]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/kratostablebackers.png] The night was waning, the furthest reaches of the horizon bleeding the softest of purple-blue hues. What stars that could be seen through the thick canopy above of the jungle were growing dim, ready to all but vanish as the sun made it's presence known. It was a pleasant night, at least for now. The terrain was as warm as it usually was. Fat, sparkling raindrops clung to the lustrous leaves of the surrounding fauna, the signature of the rain that fell for most of the afternoon. It was peaceful now, the beast pondered to itself, snorting defiantly at the silence around him. For many of the previous hours, his mind had been racing, hardly as peaceful as the surrounding night. He was extremely annoyed, his attempts at finding that of which he sought had been futile. The Don, it seemed, was far too swamped with his pack and family, that he had no time for his not-of-blood brother. This angered the beast, and he snarled at the sky in distaste. Gone were the days they wreaked havoc together, he had been replaced. Replaced by the things that not long ago was despised by the Don. Kratos could not piece together the events that had caused his friend to suddenly change, but then again, he didn't really care enough to figure them out. So alone he sulked, piercing orbs of ruby red scanning the jungle before him in search of his next victim. And as his thick nostrils flared, a heavy thump of excitement overwhelmed him as a young females scent invaded his senses. And so the muscles, warm with movement, shifted their owner toward the female whom right now it seemed, was traveling alone. Excellent. As Kratos drew near his prize, he paused, thick shoulders caressing the foliage around him abruptly. This was no ordinary female, it was Pandora, one of the Don's daughters. He could not help the tight snarl that left his salivated lips, certainly not a wolf to be toyed with. Retreating hastily, the beast made an attempt for a quick getaway. However his size made this difficult, with the jungle practically shaking at his every movement. ...............................................