Damn the Cold

[isabella]

She hissed sharply as the Myou's claws dug deep into her front left leg, and they scratched madly. This, of course, only sent her into a deeper frenzy. Isabella began writhing around madly, trying to throw the damn shrew off of her. Her sister seemed to have already untangled herself, and looked fairly pissed about something.

Her sister lunged... and suddenly the air around them was impossibly hot, had the sharp scent of lightning in her nose, and suddenly she heard another voice. It appeared there was a Lupus- or at least she hoped it was one, for if it was some sort of new thunder-wolf they were doomed. The new male tackled her sister, and then proceeded to growl at them, while standing between them and the Shrew. "Rosssella!" She hissed, worried for her sister. She turned feral snake-eyes to the Lupus, who was growling some words out now. He asked "who the fuck they thought they were."

Ella pulled herself to her feet, rearing her head back to make herself look taller and more impressive. "We are the Viperwolf asssasssinsss, and we were just in the processssss of... breakfassst." She chose her words purposefully. She hissed some more, and then had the sudden thought that if she was a spitting cobra, then she could spit in the Lupus's eyes. Not only would he be blinded and most likely poisoned, it'd be damn funny right now.

[Flynn]

All he could do was hiss in the direction of the rearing snake, he had no plan, just fangs and claws. The latter were trying to keep the second snake at bay. He was not far from the hole, perhaps he could make it. He tried to push back and away from the creatures.

Then, an all too familiar scent caught his sharp nose. Sylv! His pack leader and comrade leaped into the fray. He attempted to interrupt the striking myou with the lightning Flynn had grown accustomed to. The shrew could see sparks, despite his poor vision. He instinctively backed away from it, consequently allowing for Sylvester to get between him and the she-devils from hell.

He turned to face the speaking female, assassins were they? Had they met on different circumstances Flynn would have offered them a job. At the moment though, he just wanted them to go away. Could Sylvester make them do that? He opened his mouth and hissed at the speaking female, "I am no one's breakfast, toots. Now back off!"

[rosella]

The cobra myou female hissed in pain and snarled as she turned her attention to the one that took her prey. “You will pay.” With that she lunged at the new comer, not caring if she was going to get hurt. See she happened to like pain as well sometimes. However she wasn’t expecting the bolt that sent her flying. She heard her sister call her name before she hit the tree and smacked her head hard enough for her to black out a second. She rose to her feet unsteadily and hissed, her hood flaring as she moved forward, letting her sister speak.

“We are not tootssss rodent. Who are you?” She said the last looking at the other male that was spouting of lightning. She looked him over; tilting her head as her hood slowly went away. She was pissed but she was curious as well. He seemed to be strong and that always turned her attention.

She moved to her sister and watched the other out of the corner of her eyes. “Are you hurt Issssabella?” She looked at the shrew, moving forward to make sure he couldn’t escape. He had help here but oh well. If they could kill the shrew in one quick motion then they would be free to kill the other. Only time would tell what would happen.

[sylvester]

Sylvester sneered. "Who am I? Who do you think I am? I am the Don of these jungles. Sylvester." He spoke his name with power, and around him the air cracked with unreleased energy. "Im prepared to over look your trespasses, but I am not as forgiving when it comes to others trying to eat my comrades." He growled the word 'eat.' His sneer turned more twisted and evil, his eyes glinted with excitement. "However," He went on, his tone changing to become more business like. "I see that you ladies have some talent. You would be perfect for my Hit Squad, seeing as you're already assassins." He looked over at Flynn, seeing if he agreed.

He started to move away from Flynn, and toward the ladies. "We can be friends. Yes, why destroy each other when we have so much in common? Over look my Shrew Comrade, there are bigger fish to fry, and together we can bring them down. Comrade Flynn is my cleaner. He takes care of my messes..." Sylvester decided to tell them the truth about his appetite, since he had already caught them trying to eat one of their own. So he knew they were kindred spirits. "I too, have you hunger for the flesh of wolf. Why pass up a perfectly good meal, just because we look alike, hmm? You understand this, right? And Comrade Flynn, he understands this too." He crept closer to the sisters, giving them a devilish smile. "Others, they don't understand. They think that it is something dirty, they would come after you if they found out. But here." Sylv motioned at the jungle around them. "Here, you have a home. You can join me and my comrades. Join my ranks and together we can make those stupid wolves pay."

[isabella]

She eyed the Shrew calmly, yet dangerously. Toots, eh? Ella didn't really care about that insult. She'd been called worse in her time, and still had not cared a big bunch. The Shrew was scrappy, she'd give him that. Though she had killed for less.

Her sister then came rushing up to her, apparently wounded. "I am fine, Rosssella." She hissed, turning her attention back to the two wolves. They seemed to know each-other, quite well. The situation suddenly became far more interesting as the Lupus began talking. "Sylvester" told them many things. Who he was, who the Shrew was, what they were doing here, but more importantly...

"A job offer?" Isabella mused, looking around the jungle. It was warm here, good for a snake. And it looked like there was plenty of food to go around... even if they weren't aloud to engage into the Shrew variety. "Yesss... We eat anything with a face." She hissed back at him as he told her about the benefits of living here, joining them. Make the other wolves pay? Why on earth would she want to do that? She could care less what they thought of her cannibalism. If they had a problem with her eating their brother, then they could go lick a toad for all she cared.

Isabella was also impressed by this wolf's courage. He was taking slow steps closer to them. He did realize, that if his job offer didn't appeal to them, they could just as easily strike out and bite him, and then his existence would be over? Overall, Ella was intrigued by the offer. "Hit sssquad, you sssay?" Hm... "Well, I'm willing to give it a go. That isss, if Ella here agreesss." All they had to do was not eat the Shrew? Eh, if these two cannibals were living around, it couldn't be all that hard to find food.

It was then that she realized, though they probably had gotten their names from the sister's talking, they had yet to properly introduce themselves. "I am Isssabella, the Agile and Cunning, and thisss isss Rosssella, the Fassst and Ssstrong." She pulled back her lips in a feral grin. This might have been better then coming here for food after all...

[Flynn]

Even though Sylvester was moving closer to the sisters and away from Flynn, the shrew made sure that the lupus was between him and them. He was straining his poor eyes to make out the hulking forms around him. His ears were pinned to his head his tail level, yet twitching uncomfortably.

Then his heart stopped momentarily as Sylvester offered them positions in the pack. What the hell? Was he insane? They would eat him. Then again, the general rule in this pack was if you knew the others name you could not eat them. Even more so if they actually had rank in the pack. Flynn was certainly uneasy about the whole thing, but then again they could be valuable meal tickets. And he was curious if they had venom, being half snake. He only figured they did, so understanding the nature of that would amuse him once he was well fed enough.

As usual, Sylvester looked to Flynn for the final verdict, or rather to confirm the final verdict. He knew better than to go against The Don. With a well deserved grumble, he muttered, "Fine....as long as they don't eat me." He glared through Sylvester's legs at the sisters, with a half turned lip to express his dislike of being attacked.

[rosella]

Rosella snorted slightly as she sat next to her sister, wrapping her serpent tail around her body a couple of times. Yes she was big and she was dangerous. Right now she was intrigued but she was still pissed at the shrew. She was silent as her sister spoke with the alpha apparently of the clan of this area. She listened, her eyes never leaving the shrew. She was still hungry after all.

As her named was mentioned she looked at her sister, closing her eyes to mere slits as she looked at the alpha. She let her sister finish speaking before she would speak. “Let me guesssss we cant eat the sssshrew. Assss that issss the cassse what ssssshall we eat? It issss ssstill morning after all.” She looked between her sister and the alpha. She hissed softly as she opened her mouth wide to snap her fangs that where still dripping with the poison, back into their normal position. Her head shook and she comfortable again. She loved her fangs but if you didn’t use them then they just got in the way.

Her body unwound itself as she started to pace slowly. She wished to eat and would probably be a little unreasonable until she had something in her stomach. Yes she would join the pack if that is what her sister wished but she wanted some sort of meat. Perhaps with the four of them they could go after a white stag or unicorn. With that idea she spoke up. “I will agree not to eat your sssshrew if you will help ussss hunt one of the larger prey. I wisssssh to sssssee how you react in a hunt before I decide if you are worth our timesssss.” Her slitted tongue flicked out as she finished, she was tasting the air of the wolves as well as to see if she could find a large prey nearby.

[sylvester]

Sylvester's sneer turned menacing. He curled his lip, and a deep rumble started in his chest. "I am the Don, I do not need to prove myself to you." He snapped, but he took a deep breath, and relaxed his tensed shoulders. "But I will indulge you." His voice was calmer. "I have not had large game in awhile, and while we are gathered here we might as well." He walked back toward Flynn.

"I know what you must be thinking, Comrade. But their skills are valuable, and our little gang is just that, little. We need more members." He turned back to the sisters. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Comrade Rosella, and Comrade Isabella. Shall we go hunt ourselves a stag?"

[isabella]

Isabella nodded at Sylvester. At the moment she was completely ignoring the Shrew, and Isabella's stomach agreed with Rosella's sentiments. She slithered up to Sylvester, flicking her tail in motion for Rosella to follow. "Ssstag? Soundsss delightful." She sniffed at Sylvester, before looking with her heat-sensitive eyes through the Jungle. She blinked in turn, as if looking through trees, and tried to find anything that big and warm.

"I think we ssshould go that way..." She sniffed at an area that looked warmer then the others, and flicked her forked tongue. She looked at Sylvester and Flynn, wondering if they knew anything about her ability to see like this. Both her and Rosella could do it, though it probably wasn't common knowledge among wolves that even regular snakes could do it. Right now, she only saw them as blobs of red and orange. Dark heat. Though Flynn looked a little lighter... perhaps he needed food soon. Blinking, she shook the thought away and took a step in the direction of the heat source she'd found.

[rosella]

Rosella snorted at the Don. "If you want ussss assss recruitsss then ssssshouldn't you have to prove yoursssself to ussss? Jusssst sssso we know the sssstrength of the don? It issssss not an insssult jussssst what we would do under normal ccccircccumsssstanccccessss" She shrugged then moved after her sister as the viper myou moved. She flicked her tongue out, moving her head so that a bit touched flynn before she moved to stand next to her sister. Her hood was still flared as she was aggitated slightly by this leader but slowly the hood was folding to her body. She chuckled softly to herself as she looked at the red path. It always seemed that the prey called out to them to be hunted.

[sylvester]

~~~~~A beautiful hunt ensues and the trio are able to take down a stag. Awesome.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Blood spilled down Sylvester's chin as he tore at the soft flesh of the young Stag that was laying dead at his feet. The air felt stale and empty around him, empty of its usual spark. He did not have the energy to keep up his electricity. His thick fur, usually standing on end, was ruffled, and littered with leaves and sticks from running through the brush, not having time to run around every single bush that got in his path. One of his paw pads were bleeding, were he had cut it on a rock when running after the prey. But he payed it little attention as he enjoyed the kill.

He ate a couple of mouthfuls before turning to the sisters. "Well Comrades," Sylvester said, licking the blood from his fangs. "You preformed admirably, you may join my pack as part of the Hit Squad. That is, if you are still interested."

[rosella]

Rosella purred in the version of a wolf and a snake. Basicly a odd hum sound escaped her throat. She choped down on the stags delicates as well as part of the stomach. She had a odd satisfaction when she could de-man a animal and thats what she did to this stag. She looked at the don with slits in her eyes and smiled slightly. "ssssssure im up for itttt. Are you ssssissster?" She slithered over by the don before going back to nibbling off the stag.

She was content and she actually liked the Don. Why? Who knew only that she did. He was cute which helped so at least while they where together he wouldnt be hard on her eyes. Either the color eyes or the infared eyes. She hissed softly with her tongue flicking out as she thought about things that even she didnt understand. Well that was acceptable since she didnt think of any males worth getting close to. Perhaps the don had just proven himself.

[Flynn]

Flynn, who had been slightly unnerved by the little "lick" that one of the sister gave him...Rosella was it, had kept his distance during the hunt. He and Sylvester had been working together enough for the Don to know how fragile the shrew myou was. Had they managed to set up and ambush...well one that was not lead by the sisters, he would have participated by at least slowing the prey down.

His nose twitched as he smelt the freshness of the kill, his stomach growled with such fervor that he stared at it for a moment, unsure if it was trying to escape or not. He slunk towards the kill, keeping Sylvester between himself and the snakes. He ripped into the closest part of the meal, chomping through thin bones. His almost naked tail twitched with mild satisfaction as he listened to the others. So they were going to join...yippee.