Brazen Saunters -OPEN-

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Banshee was almost a full year old and at 10 months he easily looked the part of an older wolf, walking proudly and with assured confidence wherever he went, a charming smile of smugness hinting at the corners of his midnight black maw. With a jet black dark pelt, eerily pointed silver stripes and blue and blood red markings the youth was certainly a sight to behold. Perhaps it was his height, or perhaps it was the way his young muscles were already developing rapidly that gave him this increased impression of age, either way he looked the part of a prince. His large and sturdy paws walked through the rapidly melting snow, surprised at first by the coldness of the odd wet substance for he had never seen snow. Native and raised in the hot and humid jungle he was a wolf of the shadows and had not ventured far enough north before to witness such an unusual white phenomenon. Like his father`s fur his own gleamed with oily highlights, however it was fuller and softer to the touch and it floated around his neck airily. Eerily vivid aqua and blue green tinted eyes stared forth brazenly from the black abyss of his coat, cunningly taking in the world around him. The Lumera Valley was an odd place and it certainly reeked of another pack`s scent, causing the young prince to be wary of the pack`s borders. He was adept for one of his age; but he was not entirely so bold as to test another pack`s borders on his own. Would his father have done as much? It was said he had on a couple occasions, Banshee thought darkly, obvious jealousy beaming in his eyes, but he was still not strong enough to try such a brash and brazen move. His brutish training persisted on a daily basis and small scars littered his body here and there, but the worst of the scars had been healed by his mother. The sharp jagged silver markings on his face gave him a dangerous allure and he had not been disturbed on his travels to the north up till now. Frankly all he wanted was a bit of air from the suppressive weight that his father imposed on him, for now he had begun instructing Banshee on the responsibilities of leading a pack and though Tearen appeared to enjoy the diplomatic and intelligence side of matters, Banshee found it all rather boring. In fact the only thing from the lessons that interested him was how to retain, command and exude power and to say the least the youth had taken to those instructions remarkably well. Bah, he thought dismissively to himself, Tearen can look after the boring stuff anyways. All Banshee wanted was adoration for his prowess and to flaunt his skills to the world and Rache had served to boost his ego remarkably well. Banshee still wasn`t sure what to make of the female, however he did know she seemed to be on his side so he supposed that was all that really mattered. Now he wanted to meet other wolves, it seemed as though Mafia wolves either didn`t have time for him or were too afraid of his father to pay much attention to him; all very frustrating. And so Banshee had left under the guise of night to seek something of interest to do to keep himself occupied. His father`s anger would nto be very amusing upon his return and no doubt he would pay for his impromptu departure with a rather fierce training session, but it was worth it. Breathing in the crisp and cool night air Banshee let his breath flow out, noting the way it turned to mist in the air and smiling a grin that was only predatory at best. Already his pure youthful heart had been tainted black, he knew that any wolf deemed weak was of no value and simply plagued the world with their presence, of this he was sure, and any pack that sheltered such pathetic beings was obviously a dirty and infested place. All the same, a small part of him could not see how such a nice looking place could be infested with such putrid beings, it did not quite ring true but he did not possess enough good in his soul to really pursue the matter past that point. What he really craved right now was to taste the blood of another wolf other than his father, to for once feel someone yield and fall prey to his own strength. Wishful thinking on his part no doubt, but finding another on which to wield his sharp teeth was a consistent obsession in his mind. All he had known through fights with the Don was failure, he desired to feel the elation of success other than just crippling prey and rendering it helpless and to his mercy, he wanted more than prey; he wanted a victim. Scorch himself would have been proud of his son`s thoughts for it was exactly the path he was trying to push his son down. In his horrid mind one had to want something to really strain to achieve it, and so he nursed his son`s obsessions and addictions by continuously forcing the youth to abstain and then but feeding him tiny tidbits here and there to keep his prodigy hungry for more. Above all he nursed Banshee into developing a fierce and strict loyalty and love for the mafia so that the young wolf might always be chained to the darker side of life. But Banshee remained blissfully unaware that his father was weaving him around to his guise, playing head games so that Banshee became the perfect mold of a Mafia Prince. No, right now all he knew was that messing with that border was becoming more and more appealing and he stalked through the shadowy cover of some foliage, a silent snarl of hunger on his maw. It wasn`t fair really, and he swiped a clawed paw through the snow, kicking up ice shards into the air. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Pandora]

What an idiot Pandora thought as her brother slinked off in the dead of night. She watched Banshee intently, but she was hesitant. Thoughts bombarded her head. Finally she raised herself off the ground and followed in pursuit. Her constant thought was I just follow for a while, that’s all Pandora, that’s all Pandora travel far behind, only her brothers scent leading her. Her foot falls were quiet, muffled by the trees, the jungle. It was like Pandora was the night, that it breathed and lived through her. Her silhouette blended in, making her vanish into the shadows.

Hours later, Pandora still trailed after Banshee. Only losing him once or twice. The land was drastically changing. The trees grew frail, their protection weakening. The feeling of grass slowly changed too. This was too soft, and there was strange piles of something scattered across the grass. It was wet, and clung to your fur like a burr. It made Pandora shiver, a chill running through her body. Shaking her skull, her eyes gouged her surroundings. Banshee was out of sight, just how she wanted in. What Pandora saw instead was hills, valleys, things that her mind couldn't comprehend. Everything was new, and strange. It almost scared her, but no. Fear was not an option. Holding her skull high, she body language read I'm better than you and you know it Leaping forward Pandora ran in search of her brother. Why was she giving a wild goose chase? Curiosity my dear. Why was Banshee sneaking off? Whatever the reason, Pandora would find out, use it to her own advantage. Why wouldn’t she? Hopefully she would find out sooner then later. These flowers were starting to get on her nerves. Just the look of them, their cheeriness. Snarling, her ivory teeth showing, Pandora snapped. Then meandered off, leaving a torn flower in her wake.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Banshee felt his spine prickle with suspicious, the hair on his nape lifting as though to alert him to another`s presence and his eyes gleamed, if they thought they had the run on him, well the mafia prince would certainly show them. Banshee had received the gift of shadow power and his father had told him it was one of the gifts only their dark god gave to the most special of wolves, his father having the extra power himself. Scorch had told Banshee he would still get his lupus powers when the time came, but until then to practice this new strength as much as possible, the Don having held several practice sessions with Banshee to help familiarise himself with its use. Glancing to his side he moved deeper into the darkness cast by the underbrush, and then melded into the shadows, dancing from one to the other like a silky predator, his body but a mere shadow flickering among others. It was almost as good as being invisible, except for that he had to be cautious to remain out of the light that would give away his position. Doing a double take he came back the way he had travelled, eyes peeled for any signs of movement as he stalked the night, shoulders taunt and haunches bunched, ready to spring as necessary. His movements were not as smooth as a practiced killer, but for his age they were certainly noteworthy, most young pups not receiving such a profound training at such an early age. For a moment he paused under the cover of a pine tree, waiting for his stalker to reveal themselves, thinking that Banshee still loomed up ahead. He would have missed the other wolf, but the moon flashed across a silvery set of streaks on its chest and he almost groaned, it was only his sister messing around. That one was generally rather good at being quiet, it was no wonder he had not noticed her before now, that and he had been deep within his own thoughts. Drat, he thought, father will skin me alive if anything happens to his only daughter. Narrowing his eyes a devilish gleam flickered in their startling bright aqua depths and he crouched down low, taking aim.... In a pounce he leaped through the air, darting rapidly across the snow, a black shape with jagged steel gray stripes and made to tackle his sister, knowing that she would not have heard him approach whilst in the shadows of the night. A triumphant growl came from his maw, the sound much louder and older sounding then was natural for his age and a smirk came to grace his youthful features. Little did he know that when he would reach maturity he would be gifted with sound wave powers, allowing him to be much louder than he currently was. “What are you doing here snooper?! Dad will not be happy about you sneaking away; after all I can look after myself but your his only daughter. Guess I’ll have to watch out for you too, “Banshee sighed in resignation before adding, “Just stay quiet and don’t get in my way.” He moved closer and gave her a rough, but affectionate, nuzzle in her neck for after all she was his sister and he did have a responsibility to look after her and he was kind of glad to have some company. With a flick of his handsomely ringed tail he moved on, nose to the ground as he sniffed around the pack territory lines, making sure never to actually trod inside the markings but all the same testing the limits. He was a youthful male, stuck between puphood and adulthood and his rebellious nature cause him to want to defy authority. His dad would have barbecued his ass for bringing Pandora so near to other wolve`s lands, but he thought he would be relatively safe, these were soft wolves and they would not harm a wolf that had not crossed their borders. Generally the mafia respected this rule as well, however occasional border pickings were not entirely discouraged, after all the elite criminals cared not about being nice to outsiders. It could however be said that they possessed and eerie decorum among themselves, the ability to speak in elegant tones that oozed danger and threats through every word, Banshee rather enjoyed listening to such banter himself. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Pandora]

She thought she was safe, that she wouldn't get caught. But how wrong she was. Pandora sneaked along, hoping to uncover the secret. A growl broke the quiet. What are you doing here you snooper?[/i] a loud voice called out, questioning. Pandora swung around, her heart pounding in her chest, hackles and tail raised, challenging. She was prepared for battle. It was only Banshee. At ease, Pandora replied " Finding out what your doing. Papa is going to be upset with you." A smile danced across her jowls. " He's going to skin us both." Stepping down beside him. "Besides I can take care of myself too you know"
Taking his nudge she returned it. As Banshee continued, Pandora thought aloud.
" This is probably a stupid and idiotic thing we are doing, but I love it!" She eyes held mischief. Free will was a choice, everyone had it. It felt good to break the rules, break free from the grip of the pack. Her parents even. Pandora's eyes glanced around, that 'snow' was still everywhere. She hated it. It was just plain wrong. At least there is shadows. She thought. They were comforting, homelike. Her everlasting companion. Shifting her gaze at Banshee, Pandora had the feeling of safety. She was glad to have him by her side, where ever they were heading, at least they had each other to back each other up. What ever happened to them they would fight to the end.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Ooc: Others feel free to join in if the whim strikes you. Banshee was about to take a step and then decided to swivel around in one fluid motion, a hard frown on his face as he gave his sister a harsh look. Voice coming out in a quiet growl of disapproval he said, “No he won’t, not if he doesn’t find out.” His nose wrinkled, transforming his muzzle into a maze of lines as his eyes flashed with warning. The meaning was clear, under no circumstances was Pandora to leek information about this little venture to his dad. Snorting derisively his face relaxed and his eyes softened as he gazed at his sister, perhaps he had been a bit too harsh and an apologetic moue came to grace his maw instead. Shaking his head he gave her muzzle a quick lick and added, “But I trust you, this will be our little secret sis.” He then nudge her elbow with his head before taking the lead again to encourage her to follow. He had developed a special power, his father said it was a gift from Satan himself, and it allowed him to move through the shadows just like his father. Although to be sure he didn’t exert the same control over it as his sire, but still it was fun to experiment with on his own. He had yet to tell Scorch about it, for he feared that his dad would augment the harshness of his training and instead practiced the power in secret. The night was full of a thick darkness and offered Banshee the ideal location to hide among the shadows and so he slipped into the black shapes, effectively hiding from view as he doubled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Slowly he crept behind Pandora, who was now no doubt wondering where he had gone and then moved back, whispering Pandora’s name softly as the bushes around them rustled with hidden terrors. Flicking out of hiding Banshee lightly nipped her flank and then disappeared again, teasing his sibling mercilessly as he laughed, his voice sounding much older than a 10 month old. Rasping in a mildly haunting voice he called out in the night, “Come find me dear sister, if you can.”He then appeared back in true form, black face and luminescent eyes appearing in the darkness before moving back into the shadows with a flick of his tail. Ever so quietly he moved through the foliage, letting the light hit his silver stripes here and there to get Pandora’s attention and grinning with the thrill of the game. The borders of the Children’s pack lands were terribly near, although he did not cross them, and caused the adrenaline running through his veins to spike, a heathen look of unrestrained youthful devilry flickering in his face. Crouching low under a bush he waited for his sister to catch up as his fur bristled impatiently, ears perked forward to see if she had been able to keep up with his movements. When she did make her appearance he would tackle her to the ground to show how much strength he was gaining, hoping that such proof would make her proud of him. One day he would rule the jungle, and all would answer to his call and not his father’s so the wolves of the mafia would have to answer to him. | B a n s h e e '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] Ah the feeling of having mastered her powers of long harsh practice! Pantera was fast asleep in a bush that was big enough to hide her existence. Her ears flickered to the sound of others close by. She hoped it wasn't Leo again; not that she had anything against him, she just didn't know him well enough to trust him following her around yet. Pantera had contemplated on starting her own Chapter her being the President obviously, but she needed to know the grounds here first before she even claimed lands of hers, and had followers. She wasn't an evil entity, but was indeed neutral. She didn't take shit off anyone, nor ever started a fight; but only finished them when she could. However; she wasn't much for pack life, and though she was getting older, things were not getting any easier. She'd been a loner for quite some time now, and she hated to admit self defeat out in the wild, when the nights were cold and often times she was famished. Her orange eyes opened quickly, as she perked herself up into a sitting position and backed out of the bushes. She shook out her black and orange pelt and looked around for the source of the sound. She soon caught sight of the pair of Hellions seeing how beautiful they were. The brute was tall, dark, and handsome, and his companion was very beautiful. Oh they held power indeed, and Pantera could smell it all over the two. She shook out her pelt once more and casually padded toward them. She wasn't keen to those disturbing her slumber, but it was time she get her lazy ass up anyway; practicing the mastery of her powers really wore her to the bone. She stretched herself and rolled the old bones before fully approaching the two who didn't seem to notice her just yet. Greetings... Lovely night isn't it?'' She commented blissfully as she made her appearance and offered a last yawn, and snapped her eyes closed a few times to get rid of the tired feeling behind them. Despite the darkness the youth appeared to be much older than what they were until she took in their scents. Oh boy trouble lurked the air as they seemed so young. The 3 year old she wolf sat comfortably in a safe distance where they both could see her, and she could see them. You 2 ought to be careful uh? Her orange eyes glowed in the dark. Not out of warning, but reflection of the darkness. It looked like fire. There's a bear that was lurking about earlier this eve. She added in warning for the safety of the two. She could care less about her own safety, it was the pups she was worried about. She never met these two before but knew they held high importance. After all; I wouldn't want to see heirs of high importance demolished by the beast. Not sure if it lives nearby, but I usually sleep here, and see the bear daily. If anything she would assist in protecting the two if need be. She had her run ins with the bear a few times already, and only rounded off to a safe distance away from it to avoid a good blow to the skull. She stood up and stretched once more, then looked the two over as she approached with friendly gesture. Name's Pantera She introduced herself wondering how they'd react to her being there. .

[Pandora]

Pandora flinched. Banshee growled at her, saying Dad would never find out. It was a threat and she knew it. It meant she would not be able to leek information to papa. Smart move Banshee, smart move A scowl spread along her jowls. Now what she going to do? Enjoy the ride while it lasts? That’s no fun. Spreading secrets and terror was much more enjoyable. Oh well. Pandora was with Banshee now, and they must stick together. Still searching for a loophole, she felt a wet tongue kiss her. Surprises she glanced at Banshee. What was that for? He spoke again. Rolling her eyes, Pandora thought He sure changed moods fast.
Following her sibling, she looked to the darkening trees, and night consuming the world. It left everything black, a hopeless pit of despair. When she looked forward again, Banshee was gone. Poof! Disappeared. He was no more, as if he was a figment of her imagination, a distant memory. Paannndorraaaa……………[[/b] Her name was coming from the darkness. Emanating towards her. It sent shivers through her. It wasn’t right. It was unnatural. Something grabbed her! Swinging around, she looked at gasped. No one was there. Surely something had to have been there. Things just don’t vanish. Keeping calm, she looking deeply into the night. Searching for a pair of eyes, a flash of fur, the sound of branches breaking. Nothing. It was much to quiet at the moment. It made it even eerier.
Come find me dear sister, if you can.”[/b]
Banshee. A sly devil he was. Oh she would find him. Or until he finally tired of his little game.
”I will find you Banshee, you just wait and see”
A sliver glow appeared over here, then over there. It was daunting to think of trying to find him. He was something she couldn’t see. Something that was unreal to her.
Greetings... Lovely night isn't it?''[/i] Someone spoke, startling her. Pandora was much to focused on finding Banshee, she forgot to watch to others. How stupid she felt. This new wolf was older, its eyes glowed orange. Just that fact alone made Pandora think Lupus. Being older and knowing how to control her power made her a formidable enemy.
You two ought to be careful uh? There's a bear that was lurking about earlier this eve.[/i]The newcomer spoke with a warning. A mother hen now? Great.
” We don’t need your help. Were fine on our own”[/i] Pandora snarled, being defiant in spite. [/b]
Names Pantera[/i]
Pandora stared her down, finding Banshee was at the back of her mind. Why when you need something witty to say nothing comes to mind? Speaking her mind, Pandora snapped
God, you talk a lot. What are we best friends??

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Where was that Pandora? She should have been under his grasp by now but yet she had not found him yet, what was going on? Just then a sound reached his ears and he ducked low, taking a crouching position as his ears perked forward, erect and listening as his nose quivered, taking in the night scents. So they weren’t alone anymore, a pack wolf per chance? No, they didn’t have that overwhelming scent of others upon them, this was definitely a loner. Just then his sister’s voice reached him, was this new comer threatening his sibling? Moving out from the shadows he rapidly darted in front of Pandora, his body acting as a buffer between her and the other female, a hard look of suspicion in his handsome youthful face. His lips parted in a silent snarl of warning, no doubt his father would want him to protect his sister at any cost. Standing up taller he pushed his chest forward, back curved in a proud stance as he evaluated the wolf before him. She appeared to be a lupus, and if one could base themselves off appearance than a fire lupus at that, just like Banshee’s father. His voice came out in a low growl, unusually deep for one his age and possessing great presence, “We fear no bear, Pantera, we can look after our own as we are Mafia.” Frankly Banshee wasn't entirely sure what a bear was given no such animal lived in the jungle, not that he was about to admit such a thing. His maw turned up in a proud smirk of defiance, not just any Mafia actually, but the very heirs of the Don though he kept this little nugget of knowledge to himself. Fur bristling slightly he glanced over at Pandora to make sure she was ok, moving her back with his own body to put distance between her and this new wolf. His father would flay him alive if something was to happen to Pandora, she was his only female heir and from what he had overheard Scorch had big plans for his only daughter. Having hoped that Pandora had moved back he ventured forward again, front paws moving in an almost cat like stance of eerie grace and stealth. Lifting his chin up he said, “I am Banshee and this is Pandora,” he gesture to his sister with the tip of his muzzle, “what business do you have with us, loner?” His eyes glinted, rather cold and angry for one so young as already his father was filling his heart with hate and steely strength that derived only from stomping out youthful dreams and innocence. Scorch had always stressed the poor value of a wolf if they were a loner, alone one was a vessel of weakness and unless one united their strengths and embraced their savage and true nature then full potential could never be achieved. On that note he had also been instructing Banshee on how to recognize a diamond in the rough, for all potential members started out as loners seeking solace in the heavy grasp of the sweet jungle air. So what was this female, a speck of dust in the way of great wolves or a pearl hiding under muck, just waiting to be uncovered? He didn’t know, but he did realize that she was older than them and therefore had acquired her powers, a dangerous individual despite the mafia heir’s of advantage in numbers. | B a n s h e e '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] An amused grin spread across the features of Pantera like a disease, as little ''Pandora'' stipulated that she could fend for herself. Are you sure about that little girl? Wouldn't want that pretty face ripped right off of ya, now do we''? She joked, her voice mused with darkness as her eyes began to glow red. The tips of her pearls bared in amused play. God you talk a lot! What are we best friends?!

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God was her name alright, and the little priss might as well find out sooner or later, but pups were pups.

I may speak plenty, but I never reveal too much

Her voice laced with venom, not so sweet anymore, as she spread her smile into a playful grin. A wag of her tail indicated she was beginning to lose her grip, as insanity tapped back into her soul. She never took it personal, but she knew who the princess was. Oh she had plans for her too, and her dear brother. Just as she looked around for him, he came out with a flying leap, and stood protectively before his sister.

Pantera lowered her formation, tucking her chin int her chest as she began to circle the two. She was quite a bit larger than they were, and knew she;'s tear them apart in an instant if she was having a bad day.

Not yet! Wait until you start your Chapter, then take over the Mafia. Kill em. Kill em all. One by one...

Her eyes blazed from being red, and she forced her body into full fledged inferno.

Blast them here, get rid of them, no one will see, no one will know until its too late

The voice screamed in her head.

Not yet. I must control my temper!

She fought the urge to blast a huge fire ball in their direction to roasting them to kibble.

They pose no threat.. Yet...

She told the voice.

It was the growl from Banshee that set her ablaze. An instant reaction of defense, and a look of retaliation let him know that she was not just a meager weak loner. She was a Goddess, or so she thought she was; as she mastered her powers, and was learning that she was developing new ones along with it.

We fear no bear, Pantera, we can look after our own as we are Mafia.

Banshee spoke as he still eyed her with suspicion.

Oh I know who you are. I can smell it all over you! Let your power fill your little head boy, cause it wont last long with an attitude such as yours.

She eyed them both as her mind spoke, it was so loud that she thought it was a slip of her tongue speaking her mind.

Well ya would if ya saw it..

She started as she twisted her grin. Her ears twitched to the sound of crackling from behind her. Was it the bear? She didn't bust a move, but only grew darker in heart, as her eyes unflamed, and set off into a deep yellow color. She looked purely evil.

So you say you're Mafia. So fucking what! Can you even defend yourselves? Such whelps like you shouldn't be wandering away from daddy's side now should we''?

She toyed with them. This was becoming a game of cat and mouse, and she was actually beginning to have fun with them. They may not like her, but she didn't care if they liked her or not. She wasn't there to make friends, unless she could manipulate them into joining her Chapter. She also toyed with her powers turning them on and off like a light switch, to show them she wasn't to be fucked with; and that she can control her powers.

War is my shepherd... Join or die!

She narrowed her gaze upon them as she stopped circling them, and studied them.

“I am Banshee and this is Pandora, what business do you have with us, loner?”

He asked her as he followed her every motion, watching her like a hawk. She stood and faced them.

Banshee and Pandora huh...?

Her chords drifted slightly as they lowered. She looked at them with interest.

I have decided to look out for ya, but since you THINK you can handle yourselves so well, why don't you show me a sample of what ya got... All for fun uh?

She lowered into a playful bow stance as she ignited her flames and laughed with insanity. Wagging her tail high in the air, she swirled around like a yearling having fun chasing her tail. Sjw whirled around once, and bowed once more backing up and yapped a few times, as if to say, '' come on guys lets dance, lets play''!

Dancing with the devil! Atta girl..

Or you two can just go home, and don't come back until you're old enough to look after yourselves...

She gave them options as she regained herself. Moving away to see if they would leave, but she had doubts in her mind that they would leave since they thought they were the most powerful wolves in the universe all because they were ''Mafia''.

She looked to her claws then back to Banshee.

Oh. And the name's PANTERA! Get it straight!

RESPECT your fuckin elders boy!

She snarled as if to change from one tone to the next. She was like the weather, nice one minute, and fierce the next.

Ah fuck it... I ain't got time to play with pups! Let em be!

Her mind yelled at her once more watching to see what they would do. This would prove interesting.




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[Pandora]

Suddenly Banshee was right in front of her, like magic. The stranger names Pantera appeared not to be intimidated by their number, and the strength they carried, in themselves and their name. This quite baffled Pandora. She has always seen others back down before her families presence. Banshee would take care of it. He was her brother, and he would never let anything happen to her.
Are you sure about that little girl? Wouldn't want that pretty face ripped right off of ya, now do we?[/i]
What nerve this wolf had! Snarling, Pandora peered around Banshees bulk. Showing her teeth, she tried to look as menacing as possible.
”Who are you calling little girl??” Growling as she said this.
” How about I rip your face off instead??” Pandora took a step forward. She wanted to make her threat sound like she meant it. Pandora wasn’t going to back down. A smirk spread across her jowls, a certain look in her eyes. This ‘Pantera’ was not around for shit and grins. Pandora watched as her mood changed rapidly, like a flame burning wood. Devouring, engulfing its victim. Sneaking a glace at Banshee, Pandora was trying to read his face. She wanted to know what he thought about this situation. What direction they should take. Flee for their lives? Or live up to their family name and fight? She wanted desperately to let him know she was scared deep down. That she was uncertain. This was a deadly game they were about to meddle in. Live or die? That was the only options. To live meant failure,

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-24.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Silently the ancient wolf sat vigil, eyes scanning the land with dreary disinterest as a thickly plumed tail twitched restlessly, pale black stripes running up the soft white wolf’s pelt. His eyes burned with a cold vivid fire, intense and mesmerizing they seemed to glow as what little light of the dark night hit them. The hybrid was once again spending a night merely watching the hours go by, insignificant time that meant nothing to one with eternal youth as his hardy body remained frozen in its youthful stage. To be sure he looked the part of a five year old, but in truth his eyes had seen 280 years pass him by; 280 terribly long and painful years. As a hybrid many considered him to be impure, a tainted race of diluted blood lines of very little importance. Of course Caesar rather drolly disagreed, and usually such dull witted individuals changed their minds when they saw the true strength of his hybridization. Part yagi and part myou, the large wolf could transform into a white tiger, his average 230 pounds molding into 500 pounds of taunt feline muscle and by many standards a terrifying opponent. It had been a while since Caesar had used this form to fight, frankly he adopted it for the sheer ecstasy of feeling the tiger’s strength flow through his body, but in the past it had transformed the massive wolf into a feared killer and a formidable leader. Those days were gone though, long gone, and he now waited for life to pass as the goddess of time continued to caress him without mercy in her vilely enticing embrace. That was one mistress he regretted ever having fraternized with, life would have been more meaningful if he knew that death loomed on the horizon like the rest of the world. Alas it did not, which left the stone hearted wolf to a life of sin and corruption, Beware the Ides of March indeed. Footsteps in the woods and the sound of voices reached his ears from where he lay well hidden, youthful wolves by the sound of it and he frowned in irritation, their youth was tiresome and a nuisance to behold at the very least. To this end he remained blessedly concealed, hoping they would pass by him soon enough so that he might once again fall into the abysmal silence of the night. Naturally as fate would have it the pesky pair seemed to be playing a game, and the hybrid gritted his fangs together as his ears flew back against his skull. Foolish pups, he thought, what dull headed individuals have allowed these two to traipse around in the middle of the night? Apparently he wasn’t the only one in the vicinity to be testimony to their games for an older female soon emerged from the darkness, a lupus by her appearance and warned them of a bear. Yes, Caesar had seen the black bear around, but the wolves needn’t have feared it no more for the tiger within him had hunted the beast down one afternoon. The male smirked at the reminder, it had been a fun and challenging game indeed and after much patience and planning the bear had fallen under his claws and long fangs. Placing his head on his large paws he waited for the exchange to finish with impatience, ears flicking forward as he listened without much interest. That was until he heard mention of the Mafia and then his gaze narrowed and if possible seemed to blaze brighter. The only pups in the mafia that he had heard tell tale about were the royal heirs, now that might explain their presence in the night. His attention finally engaged he listened with rapt focus, stilling his movements as he watched a heated exchange being made, noting the increased aggressiveness of the older wolf. True to him she was but a pup, but to the young wolves she was a danger and a threat and not one they could escape unscathed. Had it been pups of no importance he would have left them to their own demise, their safety was of no concern of his, however there might be something in it for him if he saved their wretched asses from this crazed candlestick. Sighing he supposed the reward might well be worth the effort and began the slow transformation from wolf to tiger, figuring a shock factor would come in handy. Looking at the flames flickering from the other’s body he figured there would be some rather interesting burn marks in it for him, no matter, with eternal youth they would disappear by the morrow like many of his battle scars. The pain on the other hand would be very real, but he was now of the opinion that pain let him know that he was still alive anyways. It took a couple minutes to make it into tiger form, luckily the nutty lupus held off long enough to allow him to reach full form, and he then moved from his hiding spot, deep black stripes standing out with startling contrast against his sheer white pelt as his long tail flicked out behind him, a snake waiting to strike. A dark chuckled echoed from his chest as he came into the light, the wolves seemingly dwarfed against his size as vibrant blue came to rest with mockery upon the female that was challenging the youths. Rumbling forth in a rich and hearty accent the tiger purred forth dangerously, “A fool whom threatens the mafia’s heirs, if you wanted to die you could have simply come to find me.” Preceding his words was a smile that was entirely frozen and harsh in nature, this time the fiery predator had become the prey. Caesar was a Rogue, a loner that had been recognized as one of the most resourceful and strong of the pack-less wolves, one the few gifted with the title. Turning his head to the mafia youth he noted candidly, “Caesar, Rogue extraordinaire at your royal service.” The ebony slits in his eyes narrowed as he challenged the other wolf to match her metal with someone of more equal value. | C a e s a r 's . S o n g |

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[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Banshee didn’t much like the way things were going, though all the same a secret part of him was enjoying the tangible tension that this new threat was causing, his heart beating faster as he moved into a defensive crouch, prepared to spring at this loner. Once again his youth was being under estimated, he had been training for several months with a full grown male, his father wasn’t Don of the mafia for shits and giggles and had been diligently, if not rather harshly, teaching his son to fight. Sure, while most pups played and frolicked unaware of the outside world, Banshee had been beaten and scarred until childhood innocence was long tainted with a blacker desire for destruction. Despite all this the young lupus knew that he would not be able to win against this wolf if she decided to put into effect those flames, but it would give his sister enough time to escape and that was some pretty impressive feat for such a youthful wolf. Lips curling up in a savage growl he starred down the jubilant wolf, eyes remaining devoid of the fear that was beginning to creep around the edges of his heart. If this female thought her act was impressive, her damned ridiculous hops around the place anything but plainly ridiculous, then she was sadly mistaken. Banshee would not deny the fact that chances were slim at best that he’d come out from the fight alive, however he knew without a doubt that his abilities to fight were far superior to what this infernal twit was implying and he had every intention of proving it. Since birth the wolf had shown a lust for the aggressive energy of sparring, a desire to pit his strength against others and prove his worth to those that would look down on him, and so even though he feared this fight, he also lusted for it. “Your name is of little value to me poor worthless wolf,” he sneered without mercy, “and how bout you stop your stupid dance long enough to find out, unless you really are as pitiful as you look?” A small snicker escaped his maw, his tongue was as harsh as one would expect from a mafia member, and to that end he was making his pack proud. His sister was indeed living up to her title as well with her icy speech, and yet he continued to stand in between her and Pantera. His maw parted in a cold grin of disregard, “Go ahead, you may well kill us but when my pack tracks you down, and it will, you will know suffering like you have never felt in your life and then you can be damned sure they will show you no mercy.” Narrowing his eyes as he enjoyed what might very well be the last words he spoke he added, “And they’ll keep you alive to live through every torturous moment of their wrath until you can only beg for the solice of death.” Snarling he bunched his muscles, preparing to lunge at the fiery wolf but was interrupted by a sound that was rather chilling to the soul. From the shadows emerged an enormous tiger, pelt rippling over harsh muscles and the youth finally froze, unable to speak as he all but stood still, watching the new threat approach. Disbelief hit his face when this large killer professed to be at their service, his brow shooting up in surprise as he took and unconscious step backwards, was this some hired gun of his father’s? He had no knowledge of such a dangerous looking creature under the Don's command, and in that case what exactly was this animal's ventured interest in wolf affairs? Now more nervous than ever, Banshee shot agitated glances into the darkness, wondering what was the possibility that he and his sister might slip away. | B a n s h e e '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] Who are you calling little girl?? How about I rip your face off instead??” Was the reaction of the dark mafia princess. Pantara rolled her eyes. Gimmie a break. You are afraid. I can smell it. She sat on her haunches letting the pups know she wasn't actually going to harm them, but only put in a scare of reality into them. She wanted to let them know that there were some nasty things out there, and a thank you would have been appreciated in the beginning instead of growing hostility. She smirked as Banshee spoke about the suffering she'd endure. Relax child! I ain't the threat you need to worry about. I only wanted to see if YOU could actually handle yourselves. So young, and so vulnerable. I'm not as worthless as you may think I am. .. Her chords rumbled in her throat as she still sat there, then brought up a paw to lick it with content. Dropping her paw, her eyes shifted from one wolf to the next as she stood back up. Get outta here.... Her voice spoke in vast darkness. It echoed through the trees. Go home! You need not be here, too many dangers for such youngins like yourselves.. She snorted. The sound of another didn't startle her, as she could smell him nearby. The sound of his footsteps didn't force her to look back. It was either going to be an ally or nemesis of hers, and by the sounds of it, this male was just as power hungry as she was. At their service huh? You gotta be kidding me! She rolled her eyes once more. Like seriously...? She chorted slightly. It was the pups lucky day, for if that bear was nearby it would of ripped them to shreds. As the white tiger spoke, she eyed him. The problem is deary.. I am already dead... She half smiled, as she sat back down. Wasn't gonna hurt em. Just wanted to chase em off home... She started. Which was true in the matter. Such pups of not a year need not be in such places until old enough to fend for themselves. She shrugged. Meh.. Each to their own.... Her chords grumbled with a grunt. It was 3 on 1, and now she would not win. She stood a slight chance if a fight did break out, but she wasn't that daft or insane to want to take on all 3; that's just pure insanity, beyond insanity. But then again she knew felines feared fire, did this catlike creature? Perhaps it was good that this male was here to escort them home, as she sure as hell didn't want to do it! She looked over at the pups then back to the tiger wolf. She had never seen such a creature, but she wasn't bound to let her curiosity kill the cat. No pun intended. .

[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i1252.photobucket.com/albums/hh562/Torniquelle/Untitled-2_edited-1.jpg] They were in deep shit. First of a mad fire lupus is prancing around them, making a fool of herself, and second off a huge ass tiger just came out of the forest. Pandora stared at the newcomer with new found interest. A tiger, white brilliant in all its glory. Was is a friend or a foe? Only time would tell. As the tiger approached, the lupus, Pantera backed off, barely. Pandora ignored her comment about being ‘afraid’. Ha, if she had the chance, she would show this loner a thing or two about being afraid. For Pandora was the bringer of fear. It followed her like a shadow, was at her beckoning call. She was the master of causing fear in others. Or so she thought. Taking another step forward, Pandora now was side by side with Banshee. Snarling, showing her ivory teeth gleaming in the night. ”You dare attack us? Together we are stronger then you, more cunning then you are.” Looking at Banshee she added ”Banshee here makes no idle threats. You best heed his warning” She grinned. How fun it was to tease and provoke others into submission. By this time Pandora forgot about the tiger, because she was too caught up in the moment at hand. Hackles raised, Pandora was in position to leap at the loner. A growl settled in her throat, sounding more deep then it should. A voice sounded off. Catching the word ‘Mafia’ Pandora glanced over in the direction of the sound. It was the tiger. What? A rouge? Was he a myou then? It seemed this beast was on their side for the time being. Would it change its mind after finishing off the other and finish Banshee and Pandora next? Now this was a fight. 3 against 1. Unfair, but that made it all the better. Trick the b*tch. Win the glory. How proud would Father be? Pandora never knew. To her, he seemed like a smooth stone surface, never showing emotion. The pain kept inside.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-24.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Caesar paused to see if the two young wolves would respond to his presence and it seemed by a stroke of luck that they remained silent, he was not fond of pups, in fact completely disliked them to the very core of his being but as there was something in all this for him then he would put up with them until he could safely deposit them back to their rightful pack. Turning his attention back to the lupus he noted that the female lupus was evidently not aware of the very real danger in which she was finding herself, Caesar and her did not belong to any packs which meant the wolf could rather easily dispose of her without any consequence and the tiger in him was really itching to sink its thick ebony claws into her hide and feel the way her body would slice open under their razor grasp. Luckily for the lupus the hybrid had had ample years to learn how to control his transformation, had Caesar been in his youth he would simply have killed her and asked questions later, but that was no longer the case and as long as she stayed out of his way she would live to see another day. His expression did not change as she rolled her eyes at him, evidently this impertinent youth had not yet learned how to really work the ropes, at this rate she would get herself killed before she ever actually found what she crave; power. Anyone who felt the need to assert their strength over mere pups displayed an immature desire to prove their superiority, a sign of weakness to Caesar who knew that one with real presence did not need to assert it unless warranted. This wolf’s attitude almost seemed to warrant a blow on his part, but all the same he kept to his regular cool exterior, unfeeling and entirely unimpressed. Snorting he merely responded, his voice level and without any indication of his true thoughts, “Already dead? Please, at this time I pity your immature display of fireworks, you needn’t pledge for my sympathy as well. Be content in the knowledge that one day you will die, that in itself is priceless.” Caesar made no reference to her comment about the yearlings, frankly he didn’t give a damn what her motivations were. With that he let go of his tiger form, merging back into the large body of a muscled wolf in his prime as he merely turned his back on the female, dismissing her. Standing at 49 inches he towered over the lot of them, threatened he certainly was not and concerned about the other that now lurked at his back was not an issue he was faced with at the moment. His senses would alert him if she chose to continue down her path of self destruction. For now he needed to return the youth back to the jungle, and unless he did so in a manner that would merit no nonsense reply on their part then he might very well end up knocking them unconscious and transporting them on the back of the tiger. That however sounded quite unpleasant in nature, and so he would simply have to reason with them in another manner. Turning his frosted gaze upon them he said matter of fact, “Listen youth, you have two options here, either you get your asses back home in my presence or I leave you in the company of this hot head and you can see how long it takes to flay a wolf alive. Let me give you a hint, it takes a hell of a lot longer when the killer enjoys it.” Not holding back he placed out the reality to the pair, they could use their brains and make a wise decision, or they could remain and no doubt die in a rather unpleasant manner. In his past Caesar had employed fire lupus to torture prisoners, and so he knew first hand how painful the death through burning could be, if his prisoner’s screams were any indication. | C a e s a r 's . S o n g |

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