Jungle Pulsations (Joining)

[Hysteria]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/redbg.jpg] The fertile area was thick with noise. Birds flitted back and forth between trees, calling out loudly. New autumn winds shook the canopy above, and in the distance Hysteria thought she heard a howl. Her red eyes brightened at the sound, and her feathery tail swung vigorously. She had wanted a home to call her own, and from what she heard about the mafia they were like a great big family! A family that shared her sadistic interests and would embrace her talents. What more could a wolf ask for? Hysty jumped up onto an outcropping of stone and looked expectantly off into the distance. She could smell that this was the beginning of pack territory, so where was everybody? She could hardly wait to be accepted into what she believed to be the perfect place. Following her instincts, the hybrid lifted her head to the leaves above and let out a long careening howl. She played around with the pitches, knowing that the longer she did this, the more likely someone would come to find her. She was like a lost pup calling out for its family, even though Hysteria was well into adulthood. "Anybody home?" She called out. The light blue wolf sat down and whimpered impatiently. Her mouth found a spot on her leg to nibble at as she restlessly watched the area around her.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] Since assuming command Scorch had been restlessly prowling the Mafia territory, a scowl of anger and frustration on his face. There would be blood to pay for the insolence wolves had demonstrated by ignoring his call, and his sea blue eyes remained violently stormy. From in the distance a call was raised and needing something on which to divert his attention he took off at a full run as he agily leap over and crouched under trees and wild ferns. Using his power he flashed from shadow to shadow, quickly closing the distance between the caller and himself. As the new Don he had made it a priority to familiarize himself with the territory and he knew it well; little could escape him if he really wanted to find something or someone. Stopping short behind a lush grove of vegetation he materialized from the deep shadows, blood red pelt gleaming in the meager sunlight, with his tail held high and a coy smile on his face. This wolf was new, of that he was sure for he could not smell any other pack upon the female. A curious sight she was to behold, bold colors rather suiting the tropical forest, though he hoped she did not intend to try and prove abilities at camouflaging. The odd black and red mask that ran across her face was intriguing and unique, typically only characteristic of a lupus though one could never be sure. Staring without reserves at the new wolf he spoke authoritatively, "Welcome to the jungle, surely you come to join for to set foot in my lands otherwise indicates a certain desire for enslavement or death. You aren't one of those types are you?" He cocked his head slightly, an almost mocking look in his eyes. "My name is Scorch and I am the Don and alpha of these lands. If you wish to join speak well, I will not accept any wolf short of exceptional." A hard bite had crept into his voice as it flowed through the air warning the other wolf that he was not as accepting as others and would not tolerate foolishness from outsiders. "However if you have come here to cause mayhem or mischief leave now, as this will be your only warning." A mild growl rumbled from in his chest as his eyes flashed dangerously. He did not have time for foolhardy wolves seeking a rush by risking their necks in his lands. "We are not as tolerant as others, intruders are not welcome under any circumstances." He moved closer, knowing that as Don he had right to do as he pleased and he wanted a closer look. Head held high he surveyed the female, curious to see how she might react. Scorch's Song

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[Hysteria]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/redbg.jpg] Hysteria jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of Scorch. Dark eyes widened to take in the form of the lupus in front of her. He was handsome..And the color of blood! Hysty could almost feel her mouth water for a taste of this male. "Why Hellooo there." She crooned flirtatiously, her mouth curving upward in a jubilant grin. Oh how she wanted to play with him, to make him bleed, to make him laugh.. But, alas, he was the alpha. Hysteria wouldn't be able to harm him without permission, so her sadistic thirsts would go unsatisfied. Still, what an impressive Don he was. His features, his voice, his magic shadow trick! Everything about him seemed to fit Hysteria's expectations of what an alpha should be. She would be prepared to grovel at his paws if it meant permission to stay. "Promise I'm not here to cause trouble, cutie." She lowered her thin frame in pliant submission and tried to lick at his chin. "I only dropped by in hopes that you would accept me into your pack." Her eyes met his for a moment, just long enough to convey her joy in meeting him. "My name's Hysteria, by the way. Or Hysty. Or whatever else you want to call me." The bubbling excitement in her voice was difficult to conceal - not that the hybrid tried.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] The flirtatious nature of the female would have greatly appealed to his ego but a few months ago, however it did little to appease him now for only his entrancing mate could ever cause his blood to heat again, that is more then it already was. But he certainly had not lost his charming nature, which combined with a powerful leading paw made a rather formidable combination. He accepted a lick on his chin, more then he would allow most, and smiled charismatically in response, one white fang visible from under his crooked grin. So Hysteria wanted to join? Despite a need for members Scorch would not admit the female without some proof that she was indeed cut out for the Mafia life. His voice ran out deep and smooth, a charming edge to it, "Well Hysty that is pleasing news indeed, and much more to your advantage under the circumstances. Tell me, why should I accept you?" He inclined his head, gazing into the female's eyes knowing full well he would be able to detect a lie. He purposely crowded her space to test the female's limits, a flirtatious female could certainly go far as a spy within other packs but she would have to be able to stand some boundary pushing to do so. Yes, Scorch could see the use of her already, though he would not help her come to any conclusion and should he admit her he knew what she might serve him as. Circling her body his fur barely touched her own pelt as he kept his eyes on her face, "I expect strict obedience from my members, anything short of that does not merit entrance. Also, anything they do possess immediately can be claimed by the Donna, or by me...." Like a predator stalking his prey his movements had a very graceful flow to them, restrained force moving in the undertow. "What do you have that could be of use to me?" He moved around her through the shadows only to appear once again in front of her, tall and commanding but open to discussion and now slightly less totalitarian. This female wanted admittance, he would not chase her away without due cause. Scorch's Song

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[Hysteria]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/redbg.jpg] She was more than happy to display her special talent for her future alpha. It seemed he wanted to see her worth right away, and Hysteria had no complaints. "How about instead of telling you..I show you?" The hybrid replied mischievously. Hysty was never one with words; she usually let her actions do the talking. She was confident that her element would surprise this lupus. Hysteria bit into her pink tongue and almost immediately detected the metallic taste of blood. She smiled gleefully and from between her teeth slithered several thin ribbons of blood. Once free of their cage, the bright red strings of gore joined together to form a blob of floating plasma. In a fraction of a second, the blood sharpened and then flew at Scorch. Hysteria meant only to graze his leg to draw blood. If the male moved fast enough he might be able to avoid the small wound. The female lowered the front part of her body in a play bow, her tail wriggling out of pure joy. This was all a game to the immature sennyo hybrid, and she was having a great time.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] The minute Hysteria offered a live demonstration the male was on edge, used to living without trust of others he had developed rapid response times and this would be no exception. He did not move away for to do so might show fear, and Scorch did not fear the female. Raising a brow he inclined his head to show that the proposition was acceptable. Already the fire in his veins was heating up, and he could almost feel the deliciously burning hot flames under his skin. His ocean eyes watched with cool interest as she bit her tongue, drawing blood from her own body. It was a rather curious sight to see the bright liquid expel from the wound in such a controlled manner and even more interesting to observe it as the wolf seemed to manipulate is composition, solidifying it into the appearance of a missile. Grinning with distinct amusement he noticed the direction of the missile before seeing it propelled at himself. Well that would simply not do, and he growled in mild displeasure, maintaining a cool approach he simply unleashed the powerful flow of his own element, exploding the exterior of his fur into flamings tongues of burning fire. The blood arrow passed through the fire, burning and disintegrating in the remarkable heat. Oh but what a wondrous feeling it was to have the flames lapping at his sides, the rush of adrenaline and the desire to kill a constant itch that could not be satisfied when Scorch allowed his element full reign. My, if only he could enjoy a bite of flesh, just one might do, only enough to sate his addiction. It was true that no matter the occasion, any time he utilized his power he seemed to lust for dark things, things that could simply not be taken from his own pack. And so it was in disappointment that he extinguished the fire, a look of longing fading from his face. His gaze settled back on Hysteria and he stood silently for a couple seconds. "Very well then, a wolf that has enough gumption to pull a stunt like that on an Alpha demonstrates enough balls to pull off more dangerous feats. Your power is unique, I shall see how it will play out. You are now part of the Mafia as an Underling, I expect your actions to be that of a wolf deserving of this position and more should you seek room for promotion, and there is always room for promotion." He gave a wicked grin and winked at her to show that now that she was accepted she was part of the group. Scorch's Song

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[Hysteria]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/redbg.jpg] The brilliant flames Scorch emitted bounced off the blood red eyes of the female. She watched, entranced as he caught fire and smiled in astonishment. The powers of other wolves greatly interested her, but Hysteria had yet to find another that shared her gift with blood. When the flames died down Hysteria giggled, "Wow!" Was all she said in response. I wonder if that hurts? She thought to herself, but said nothing of her curiosity. Hysteria bounced around with unrestrained joy at being accepted. More blood appeared from her mouth and seemed to dance around her slim body. "Oh thank you, alpha!" She exclaimed and attempted to nuzzle his cheek. "I'll be a good underling." She promised, a hint of seriousness in her airy voice.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] Scorch shrugged his shoulders upon hearing Hysty's exclamation; his ability to control fire was as much a curse as a gift. With such intense displays of power came difficulty controlling the power in question and though it was indeed something on which he worked diligently with it still seemed as though he had not made any head way. It was an odd sight to see the female demonstrate so much joy at being accepted but that left Scorch thinking to each their own. The circling blood about her body was almost hypnotic with it's serpentine rhythm and he could not help but extend his tongue to taste the pristine looking life liquid. In fact Scorch always enjoyed his first bite into an enemy, he could usually tell by the taste of the blood whether he would enjoy the fight or not. Coyly he said, "My my, what fine blood you have my dear, I am sure with blood like that you will make a fine underling. Come, perhaps you might enjoy a tour?" With a motion of his tail he slipped into the shadows. If she was any good at tracking she would be able to follow the scent he was purposely leaving as a trail, remaining shrouded by the darkness of the jungle. He quickly left the Gambit Trail and made a beeline for the Clear Eyed Pool, intent on enjoying a drink from its eerie waters. None too far away his specter followed, quietly observing Scorch's movements. The Don could not help but wonder what the dead soul was thinking in the depths of his hollow eyes. Scorch's Song

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