Come see me spark! (Joining)

[Chrysanthra]

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She was sure eventually someone would strike her down, track her down, recognize her, her power, her howl, anything, it was as though she courted death in the only way she could think of. The sleekness of her golden pelt had offered her a quick escape each time, the foliage of summer blending in to allow her to come and go as she pleased in several environments. The only thing that ever followed was the cackling of a wolf gone mad. She had spent days and nights in several different territories, doing her best to avoid other pack lands, and failing, so she smelled like several different areas, she barely bothered to wash, and only ate what she thought she needed to survive. A rabbit here, a singed deer there, it all depended on how much energy she had to give. However, her lightning which had taken a hold of her in the lands of the Empire was no so under controlled from ease of use and the amount she used it, she could use just a spark to make a mark, or she could bring down several animals and trees within a single area. Not that she would ever pat herself on the back now, she had gone from being an icy, repressed individual to one who lived for destruction, to release her anger, granted she hadn’t killed another wolf yet but she had not come into contact with any since leaving the Empire and meeting Scarp. She blamed the Sennyo for her pain and her current insanity, had she not have left Chry she would not be this fiend for revenge that she had turned into. She had no idea who she was supposed to see, or what her destination was entirely but when she skirted around the jungles in the south, she knew that it was the lands held by the mafia. She had heard rumors during her time in the pack of what this pack was capable, and a lop-sided smile found it’s way to her muzzle. Yes, this was where she should be, no other pack would take her being that she would be considered a liability, but she knew at least here, even if they didn’t take her, they’d kill her, so she won either way. So here she was, a path of destruction zig zagging through the lands she had passed through and she had ended up in the warm, humid lands of the jungle, the bright flowers and greenery were calming to her already shocked and worn down nerves. The wolf beside her almost looked real, and exact carbon copy image of the Scarp she had met in the mountains and fallen for. “I wonder if they’ll have me Scarp…” She had paced around on the edges of the territory, a part of her wanting to run through the lands cackling and her fur began to stand on edge with static electricity. Normally she hated the fact that her fur puffed out with static when she had the idea to use her powers but now she relished in it, the power of her element crawling up her spine was like a hot and fiery kiss, as though her power was alive. She shivered and sighed, her breath coming out a low hissing kiss like sound. The wolf beside her began to nose about, like a real wolf would, although she didn’t speak, Chrysanthra still couldn’t get her voice right, but everything else might as well have been real. After her moment of relish and delight in the puffiness of herself she began to stalk around, swishing her fluffy tail back and forth, “I suppose we should call for someone..make someone stand up and take notice of us…” Her claws dug into the ground below her, the humidity making it so that her paw prints were a permanent imprint in the ground until the next rain but the humidity made the ground soft enough that no sound erupted from her prancing and pawing about. Her amber colored eyes flashed with a hint of anticipation, and a ring of insanity to follow sparking as her eyes fell on the plant life around her. She began to feel itchy, as though at any moment she would let go with a spark or two of lightning, just to ease the tension, and as she came to a small, paw shaped rock, she grazed her claws over it, letting free the few sparks that fell from her body, went to the moist ground and fizzled out. She immediately felt calmer, and ready to face whatever, or whomever she happened to call to meet her here at the boundaries of the pack lands. “Okay Scarp, are you ready?” The all too real hallucination snapped up and came to sit daintily by her side, looking bored, like she figured the real Scarp would after all, she was old and she had seen many things in her life time, so meeting other wolves in another pack would just be another small thing that happened in her long life, plus she had Chry here to protect her. She tipped her head back and howled out, long, and low, a sound that ended in a cackle which could only be defined as spine crawling. ‘Come see me, come see what I have brought you…’ The only thing she had to offer was herself, but a lightning lupus who teetered on the edge of crazy who could also call hallucinations was one fine gift in itself…wasn’t it? [/scrolly]

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-33.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Sauteringly and siphoning out from the dark realm that was his shadowy kingdom, the Don moved with fluid ease through the many shadows cast by the elephantine plants. Eyes so cold one might have wondered how he could be possessed by fire, the large lupus trod with foreboding silence, light on his paws; barely a ghost himself. Like some fabled monster from children's tales, this individual was followed by a trail of destruction, murder, and carnation and although not many could smell it, Scorch could just about taste the disease as he opened his mouth to scent at the air. It was the scent of fearlessness, the scent of hunger and the scent of one consistently teetering on the edge of madness, but the Don loved it. Occasional burst of light from the skies would slash through the foliage to bathe the floor, igniting the lupus's fur into a coat of blood that shone like liquid as he moved past these discrepancies in the darkness. The air was thick and heady with the sounds of the jungle, it weighed down on his shoulders comfortingly as he shifted though his land. The jungle had been quiet recently, as though its breath was held in wait of some unknown arrival, some future force that would break the stillness. Like a tomb, although deprived of evident activity, it remained stoically leering of the outside, oppressing and disproving of outside eyes. Scorch himself had been deep within its womb the past few months, gathering his strength, building his resilience and developing his mind so that he might reemerge a more powerful being then before. Maybe being a father and being the leader had softened him, but now his eyes were clear once more; the mafia needed to get back on track and reconstruct itself. The jungle, as though sensing the rebirth of its king, now thrummed with an eerie energy, a restless hunger for more of the macabre and corrupted souls it devoured. Scorch brought this mistress these souls, filled his league with them just as the jungle filled her stomach with their putrid energy. Oh she fed well off them, and in turn she filled their bodies with a lust for more then they thought they could ever have achieve; this was her gift to those that remained ensnared by her lustful charm. A call rose from the edge of the jungle, it was not one of his wolves and it seemed to risk itself for an audience with a pack member. Face held in a mask of emotionless calm, Scorch moved to the borders where he might greet this being and see what creature had chosen to bring the attention of the mafia upon themself. From within the shadows that now concealed his body, he glanced upon a strange sight, a female clothed in a golden coat sat at the edge of his territory, her scent was distinguishable though it did not seem to suggest belonging to one territory. However, it was the sennyo that sat at her side which perked his interest for he had not smelled another's presence. Narrowing his eyes, Scorch wondered if this was some trick; a wolf with no scent simply wasn't plausible, perhaps this golden lupus could control the fabled hallucinations? Scorch couldn't be sure, but either way he ventured forth from the darkness in long and predatory strides. His body seemed to slink with almost a devil may care posture, as though he feared not a challenge to this rule and remained confident enough in himself that he need not wedge a stick up his ass when greeting others. If need be he'd play the part of the fearsome leader, however now only the cold fire in his eyes would be enough to dictate his strength to others. Voice came to caress the air with its deep fluidity as he looked at the female, "Why have you summoned the attention of the mafia? Eyes are upon you, speak now and speak well." With that he stood still, tail swishing out behind him with lazy motions as he waited for a due answer. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Chrysanthra]

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She had several thoughts about who and what she really was as her golden ears, lighter on the inside, and a burnt golden at the tips tried to move around and twitch in an attempt to catch the movements for any wolf who might find it possible to hear and respond to her call. Her eyes lingered on her hallucination for a long time, a mixture of emotions crossing her face, at one point there was love, and lust, and then anger and rage, wrinkling her nose and turning her face into an ugly mask of contorted negative emotions. Some logical part of her knew that blaming Scarp entirely was wrong, and that this was just the culmination of hiding her element and her true self for several years, being pushed out of her home pack, and never truly being accepted into the Empire. Her psyche had finally broken down and she became very much so like her element, chaotic, unpredictable, and destructive. She scratched into the moist dirt for a moment, feeling it between her pads and near her claws, sharpened by her time scaling rockier territory than this. The moisture in the air clung to her like a second pelt, making her hotter, and wetter, clinging to her fur and she had to snort lightly, the hotter it got, and the more sun that pelted down into the jungle would make the moisture even thicker perhaps harder to breath. For a long moment her eyes moved into the jungle off to her right, she hadn't heard anything, and she couldn't see anything, the larger plants making for more than adequate cover for anyone who wanted to sneak up on her. For a moment she thought about transforming Scarp into a dragon or something formidable enough to protect her, at least at first, but she decided against it, it would not help her to join this pack to come at them aggressively or stupidly. Instead her tongue swept over her muzzle and she sat back onto the ground to wait, albeit slightly twitchy. It would not be long before a male appeared from the shadows, his coloring denoting an interesting mixture. Ebony with hints of the darkest red, the red that when no light shone upon it looked like blackness, as she watched him her brow rose slightly, watching his strides but taken in near completely by his eyes. Like the bluest, icy waters, or a gem of some kind rumored in the canyons walls, here was a wolf where the only lightness was in his eyes, yet no one could claim there was warmth there. Her own eyes were still their striking amber color but there was hardly anything behind them, as if she were soulless. The only time any life came there was when her lightning took hold of her, and though it ran along the edges of her fur, it wasn't enough to bring life to her eyes. The hallucination, upon seeing the wolf turned her body, showing her backside and then moved to sit on a rock nearby, as though entirely interested in what would happen now, her tail held high with the force of gravity like a real sennyo, her antennae twitching back and forth as though she could truly smell the male and had found something...distasteful there. Chry on the other hand made no movement as he came closer, and began to speak to her, speak, and speak well he had said. Her mind's eyes rolled upwards at the idea of being commanded, but the smaller side of her knew the likelihood that she could continue on like she had been. Eventually someone would kill her, or find her out to be the source of destruction and that it was by no means natural. Perhaps here she had a chance to still live the life she wanted but to be around others, and at least have somewhere to rest...when her mind would let her rest. She refused to not look him in the eye after all, he did not have a staunch dominant posture, nor did he seemingly try to beat her into submission so as it was she looked into the abyss of those cold, artic blue eyes and spoke simply. “I have called the mafia's attention to me, to allow me to petition to join. I am more than sure I am speaking to the right wolf who stands before me. I bring more than the eye sees to the table, and should you choose to not accept it will be only your own fault. Should you wish to kill me, you'll do me the same favor as if you accepted me..” During her speech her pelt began to spark and crackle before him, lighting her body up in a shower of sparks and light, as they fell to the moistened ground they began to glow softly. The most interesting and worst part of her powers was that once it began as lightning she could control it, but once it transformed into fire, catching something, it was completely out of her control, thus the amount of damage she could do was two fold, but once it reached that point there was no stopping it. Her eyes had become alight as she stared at the male in front of her, his tail lazily wagging this way and that. Her words rang true, he could accept her, and use her, give her purpose, or he could put her out of her misery....”I have no fear of dying, be it by your claws, or the claws of those whose lands I have destroyed and singed in my passing..” The words were emotionless as they left her muzzle. [/scrolly]

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-33.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Scorch watched the sennyo with an expression that could only be read as cooly calculating. The wolf, by all appearances was real, however she did not smell nor did she speak and made no sound as she walked. His only, and best guess, was to assume it was in fact an hallucination cleverly generated by the lupus that stood unwavering before him. Judging and weighing the use of such a power, his attention only seemed to be partially caught up in the creation. What else could she generate? It seemed like a power that could serve the pack well enough, ideas started to flit around his skull as he returned his eyes to meet the amber ones that did not shy from his gaze. Why create a female sennyo though? Now that seemed more the puzzle to the matter than anything else and that fleeting look on the lupus's face had not gone entirely unnoticed. Peculiar, though to say the least quirks weren't something his wolves were ever found without. Staring back into what appeared to be a flat gaze, the Don wondered exactly what use such a wolf with such a gaze might have in his midst. Was she the type that was simply dead on the inside, living to die? Or the type that simply held the passion at bay, fearing to be overwhelmed by its strength? Well he was more interested in those that burned with hunger and liveliness, those that had a passion for destruction and a heart for the ensuing chaos. But, then again, a calm and calculated mind could serve its purpose just as well, if she could hold her own and had force to lend then Scorch would be inclined to ignore the dismal lack of life he was now beholding. A perceptible nod moved his head as he listened, betraying nothing of his thoughts for the moment. Until he saw the sparks fly across her gold tinted pelt and fall to the ground where they flickered as though trying to grasp hold of the chemicals that would ignite them. Absentmindedly, Scorch lent his own powers to their energy and watched with almost a gleeful mirth as they ignited and grew each into small flames. Scorch called to them and they danced joyfully across the earth to snake around his legs and nestle in the safety of his fur, flickering adoringly on their new manipulator's body. Now his interest was certainly peeked, the pack had once had a lightning lupus -his mate and love- but she had long ago disappeared leaving a resentful Don to not only care for the pack but for their pups as well. Scorch's stoic face finally broke out into a sinfully amused grin, and he let one of the flames flicker into the air and dance before the female before extinguishing it completely. Speaking up, his voice was certainly far more amicable than before, "Lightning, a force to be reckoned with I would expect. That and..." He directed his gaze pointedly at the sennyo, a slight smirk of approval on his maw, "...would certainly make you suitable to join our ranks. You don't fear death, this is as much a hindrance as it is a strength, but mayhaps you already know this." He tilted his head contemplatively, as though deciding on a verdict. Nodding to himself he conceded, "Very well, I see that not only might we have use for you, but you may indeed have use for us, though I think you shall find it a bit more of a challenge to destroy these lands all things considered." The Don looked to the ground where he had reclaimed the result of her element, at least here she wouldn't have to live under the fearful eyes of those that would condemn such a magnificent show of lights. "I am Scorch, Don to the Mafia, who places forth such an well built application? Where do your skills lie, for you understand a rank must be appointed. I do not bother my wolves with undue responsibility, answer my call when it does go out and for the most part I shall leave you to your own. Be forewarned, the mafia does not treat deserters with kindness, our penalty is hefty." With that he bristled his fur and extinguished the remainder of the tiny flames, watching to see the lupus's reaction. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Chrysanthra]

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Perhaps with time she would be able to manipulate the sounds and smells of her hallucinations but to be fair the power had just come to her not that long ago that she was able to create a hallucination that remained with her almost all the time, was impressive by nearly anyone's standards. However, if they knew the reasons why it might be more scary and less impressive. But the golden female in front of him just truly did not care, her amber eyes were still holding the flecks and sparks of gold that accompanied her element as she stared at him, awaiting his answer or his attack as he deemed fit. Though she watched his eyes, caught up in their coolness while the rest of him seemed so dark. In those moments it was as though she were memorizing every detail about him, how he moved, how he breathed, how his eyes changed in the sun, to some it might be unnerving, but she assumed he would not be bothered by it. Chrysanthra was one wolf who only knew passion when she was in the midst of chaos of her creation or that around that she could lend to. When the lightning was called from the sky and slammed down into the earth with the loudest crackling noises, and the fire within the sky lit up the earth below in shades of silver and gold no one could say there was no life hiding within her eyes. But each and every day she had created that chaos to feel alive, it was as though she needed the damage, the chaos to feel something, anything, and in essence that made her a dangerous but powerful weapon in that she saw the need for chaos and would be willing to make it happen based on that need alone. While looking at the male in front of her she straightened slightly, her eyes taking on a rather...disenchanted look, but not completely dead either. Some part of the old Chry had remained within her mind, the part of her that would give her loyalty until death, the same part that would do anything to help the group to which she had aligned herself. It was a look that lasted, and although it didn't completely overshadow the damaged look, it would give it's onlooker the hope that more did lie behind her beyond the so-called craziness. She watched with her own eyes widening in shock and excitement as the male in front of her grasped the dying sparks, and ignited them...'Fire lupus...' the flames crawled their way over to him, and then onto him, the sparks that had once begun on her pelt as crackling piece of fire in the sky, only to now reside on him, flames on the earth. Somehow, she instantly felt relaxed, she had never met a fire lupus before, and it would only make sense that she would have sought one and been lucky enough to find one. For it was only a lightning lupus who could truly control her own element once it transformed onto the earth, she could only control it streaking across the sky, and hitting the earth, once it became fire there was no controlling it. It made her think better of the male in front of her, better than better actually. Her eyes lit up, not only in some twisted form of happiness but also that he would be a partner in crime should she ever desire and could convince him to accompany her. She watched his amused smile and offered one of her own as the flame danced before her eyes, causing them to close to halfway , falling into a smile that lit her up from her paws to her face before the flame extinguished. More sparks began to fly as the lightning streaked across the sky a few times, branching out into a rather scary display before only two feet away the lightning struck down, the loud clattering bang of the impact shook the rocks around them as she turned her eyes slyly to the male, to see if he had moved. He spoke of her fearing death and she simply nodded, the smell of ozone high in the air around them, and the sparkles from the impact on the earth, leaving her mark there as well as her pelt continued, almost testing the alpha before her. She knew it could be considered a weakness, for without fearing death she could enter into stupid scenarios. But it also made her stronger, and willing to go into scenarios others weren't. Finally, he spoke his name to her, Scorch was it...how...appropriate considering his element not like her own name, which she hated through and through.”Perhaps, although I suppose that would be a good place to call home, one to which is less easier to destroy than others. My name is Chry....” She stared into his eyes for a long moment before continuing to answer his question, what would she be good at..? Her eyes looked into the sky for a long moment as she thought about it before finally turning her attention to the hallucination between them. She could easily manipulate those around her with these and she could not only scare but she could brand members as needed with her powers, from the largest amount of destruction to the smallest. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she made the motion look almost graceful as she stood to her paws and looked around. “Skill-wise you have seen I can light up the sky any way I choose, which would make me an excellent messenger. Plus with my hallucinations I can distract others off my tail. I can also hunt very easily by myself to provide for several wolves at a time. I can leave markers on trees, stones, wolves, anything that requires it. I can provide duplicates...” With that she took the mental image of him and projected it onto the sennyo, she made the female sennyo sit in front of him, looking terrified, and almost making whimpering sounds as it morphed and changed into something ugly at first, and then sitting before Scorch was a duplicate copy of himself, down to the icy eyes and the near black red highlights. She had even included flames at his feet as he had showed her. This particular power made her dangerous for if she got his scent and speech down she would essentially have a copy of him, only it would be her speaking for it. Here was the old Chry, the Chry who could list off her skill set proudly and confidently making her a true asset to any pack. In the Empire she had been a bodyguard and top hunter for them and had she have had more responsibility and the pack had not dwindled down her sanity might have remained in tact and not been so weak when she had been abandoned as to lose it. Truly Scorch had spoken the truth when he had said she might need them as much as they needed her. “I can also protect, through my powers, my body, and my hallucinations. Hopefully I have given you enough information to place me somewhere.” [['Honestly I am thinking wherever you want her, maybe hit squad, Consigliere, wherever, she'll probably try to work her way there just to get closer to him xDD ^_^]] [/scrolly]

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-33.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk There it was, he had seen something else in her golden eyes, something that broke through the hazy mask and that brought a thrill to his pulse. He had not known his small show would have caused such a reaction, if it was indeed his demonstration, but for once something other than cold deliberation flickered in his own gaze. Lightning and fire, both disastrous elements that could fuel one another and ignite the earth and the skies with devastating light and heat. Well the two elements together were enough to invoke a chill of anticipation down his spine and something akin to glee sparked in the blue green of his eyes. Under ordinary circumstances the boldness of Chry's gaze might have angered him, but it wasn't defiance or mockery that he read in them, if not perhaps a cautionary curiosity, and for a fleeting second excited hope perhaps? So was this female perhaps a case of one of those wolves who inner strength was misunderstood and feared by the world? Well Scorch could not only dispel those fears, he could stroke the fires of that strength and enable Chry to see that it need not be quenched, no the Don mow wanted to see it ignited and caressed into the open. It was a lot of assumptions, but part of them were based on his own fire that bubbled hungrily within his blood, nursed into something of a monster by those that had tried to control him and weave him like some weapon, only to be expected to return to his sheath when they were through with him. Well that had worked for but a small time, and then the fire had taken over and they had known the folly of their actions, instead of trying to control him they should have allowed him the freedom to maneuver to his own content. Well they had all payed with their deaths, barbecued puppies, smoked to the taste of burning pines. That though brought a fond smile of remembrance to his face, revenge and justice all in one night, it was sweet discord that had set in motion the wheels of his own destiny. Maybe this lupus was similar, maybe she had been used and under appreciated, feared and taken for granted, well no more, not if the Don had any say in the matter. He would offer the respect and power this female deserved, in time Scorch could coach her through the ranks and once it was understood that he wanted nothing but to let her embrace her own strength, well then they could rule. But there seemed to be some ground to cover first, Scorch had lost faith in some of his higher ranking wolves, and would not be quite so quick to trust again. Still, he wasn't unreasonable, and if he saw potential in another he would nurse it until it fed into itself without the Don's help. Lightning then came to clap violently onto the ground, sending vibrations through the earth straight up into the Don's leg, and although he had no control over the element, the static that ripped through his pelt was enough to let him know just how energizing that release might have been. Part of him had wanted to duck in cover, his memory recalling a not so fond moment when Tor had attempted to fry him, but he stood his ground. Instead he lifted his head and laughed, not in mockery, but in genuine mirth and delight, letting the sparks ignite and rise into towering flames as they licked appreciative at the sky. The air was charged and the Don felt electrified, the wide smile on his maw evidence enough of that. For a moment he let the flames roar appreciatively in response to the lightning before he ran them in a path, forming a circle of amber light around the two wolves where they danced to the beat of Scorch's energy. Looking at the golden wolf whose's pelt seemed to glow in the vibrant rays piercing through the dense foliage, Scorch seemed to become conscious of a change within the female, already a vigor coming onto her person that he had not first observed. It brought an appreciative gleam to his eyes as he listened to her talk, enjoying the frankness and unfeigned intonation of her voice. Used to being spoken too in voices that sought their silken cajoling would coerce him into their manipulative and selfish means, it was refreshing to not have to hold back a look of distaste during a conversation. "Very well Chry, it would serve us both well if we worked together, the mafia will be content to accept you into our midst. I shall place you as Hit Squad, a rank that I do not normally assign upon first meeting, however it is evident your skills merit more worthy ranking. Tell me, how would it feel to not have to hold back for once?" Scorch asked with an almost knowing glance, the flames dancing around him came to engulf his body and burned lower until it seemed as though his fur was comprised of fire, then they abated, leaving the remnants of the two wolve's mark upon the ground. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[Chrysanthra]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/2m7vghw.jpg,true] [scrolly:h(380),w(290),sy] It would seem that between the two wolves there was some level of fascination, which she did not entirely understand if she was being honest with herself. Her reaction to his demonstration seemed to please of amuse him and she would have taken a high guess at him being amused or smiling much, simply based of what she had seen. Of course she was no mind reader, she could no more know that he was assessing her skill level matched with his own than he could know how fascinated she was with hi, and his power. Either way it was clear through her eyes, sparking with the occasional reflection of a flame, and his eyes though cold in color, flashed with the emotions and thoughts that ran through his mind as he watched her and listened to her, that something was going on. She had no idea how to tell him that her entire life she had been pushed away like a liability, or treated like an outsider no matter where she went. She had potential that could not be matched but no one would take a chance, believing most lupus, especially the lightning breed to be completely wild and unpredictable. These thoughts might have been true when she was a pup, even an adolescent ran by her own emotions but now, she had grown older, survived on her own, up until very recently even, having to train herself for the most minute task. She watched the smile on his face and tilted her head slightly, she could not read his mind, as the Great Spirit had not gifted her with that power, thankfully. But she had to wonder if the male before her, Scorch he had said...'how appropriate' was acting differently than usual. By the way he carried himself when he first arrived versus right now she had to assume she had done something, or had something he wanted or that pleased him in one way or another. Her lips curled in slight anticipation to his next comments, his next movement, anything really. Being a fire lupus intrigued her to him, and it would seem the most dangerous elements were the best pairings, for they could not only control or diminish one another, they could also ignite and cause each other's powers to rise to an uncontrollable flourish. What would the world be if lightning controlled the sky and fire born of lightning the earth? Her ears perked at the thought, one that once she would have never entertained but now, with all that had happened her body and mind craved release, and in a sense this male was offering it to her on a silver platter. As the lightning she had called slammed into the ground she had channeled it up into her legs, lightning her body afire without any of the flames of fire that he could call. The element surged it's way through her body and a slow sigh, and intake of breath was all that could be heard as she felt the power of her element, much as how he must have felt as he called the fire onto his pelt and held it there. She was disappointed yet pleased he had not moved, the combination of feelings surprising to her. Why did she care what he did? More importantly she watched his after reactions to being exposed to the frighteningly high voltage that hit the earth so close, the laughter that suddenly filled the air reached down into the pit of her stomach and made her twitch, and yet she still didn't know why. Caution filled her eyes, she had heard others scream but not laugh when her power was unleashed, especially so close to one. Had he dealt with other lightning lupus? Where they around, did he have them in his pack? For a moment a small sprig of hope entered into her eyes as she watched him. Suddenly, where there were sparks suddenly there was fire. The flames roared to the sky, and her eyes opened in appreciation for the amount of power and control he gave them, they reached for the sky as if they could alight the clouds and turn them red, roaring with the oxygen around them and the power from their now controller. But it was not long before a path ran around her, the flames licking at the ground, burning down into it, and her eyes ran around the circle, and then back at the male in front of her. In less than a few moments he had taken her element that she had willing given him and pushed and helped it transform into the circle that currently protected and caged them in together. Her eyes showed a moment of wonder as she looked into his own, she had no reason to pretend that the show before her was not impressive or something she saw every day, because she never had. She had never been exposed to someone who could match her almost so well it was scary. She had never understood why other wolves made such a big deal of posturing, either pretending to be so bad, or big that they were an asset, or so submissive they would do whatever they were told. Chry could use simple words to describe why she was an asset, and one would be hard pressed to call her a submissive no matter what happened or how crazy she went. She waited for his response to her credentials beyond the ones he had already seen through her own displays and demonstrations, little did she know how he was feeling but she could see in his eyes that they weren't entirely cold as ice as they had been when he had first seen her. In addition to what she saw in him, she saw a small piece of who she used to be rise to the surface, and the hallucination that looked like the male in front of her dissipated entirely, not wanting it to block her view. When he told her the rank that she would be taking she simply nodded her head slightly, and for once lowered her head ever so slightly, although she would not take her eyes off him or the flames that surrounded them. “I will serve you until you or death sees fit that I will no more.” At the end of his statement however, the whites of her eyes showed, although she allowed no change in her body posture, her shoulders began to twitch, and she looked up at the sky...”It has happened once...” Her eyes closed fully then, and her maw fell partly open as though she were re-living the moment...” So many howling, running..trying to get away....” her eyes opened to see him watching her...” I have nearly forgotten what it would feel like..” She said, almost a near whisper. Her eyes falling to the scorched and burned earth and stone that would hold the marks for a long while yet, a small smile encroaching onto her muzzle. [/scrolly]