Stranger In Strange Lands -Vamp-

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Firki-MIDDLE.jpg] These new lands stunk of being claimed. There was a strange air about them as well. Was Firki stupid for coming to these pack lands instead of another? No, she would press on. She needed to find the alpha or someone in charge before a lower found her. There was a strong sense of risk stepping into this claimed terra but she would not show any sort of fear though something was still off. Her desperation to join a pack had drove her to this place. Her icy pools searched the unfamiliar forest. She took everything in and studied the lands. This place was so much different to her then that of the unclaimed areas. A shiver danced up and down her spine as she continued to move deeper and deeper into the woods. It almost felt like there were eyes on her though she doubted that anything was there. It took a lot to get her shaken up. Drawing in a deep breath she pressed on. There was only one goal in her mind. Be accepted. She would do what ever it took to get into this pack. There were whispers on the wind about this land that the pack members would kill any intruder to their terra. That was why she felt a better chance with finding someone in charge. She could only make a guess of what she was getting herself into. Her hackles stood on end without her control. She was a fighter and a hunter. Strong and fast. But she would get no where in life if she ran away with her tail between her legs right now. She swallowed a hard lump in her throat. She needed to be strong no matter what was thrown at her. Firki had been alone almost all the time she had walked the Earth. She knew how to take care of herself. This femme had never needed anyone to get her through the day but the thought of a pack made her feel like she would finally be complete. Yes, the loner blood ran through her veins but that was not what she was destined to be for the rest of her wretched life. Her fire soaked pillars stepped lightly on the Earth as she moved. Though she was a fighter she was very elegant. She had fended herself from many attackers and many would be rapists. She feared no males or anything for that matter. Finally she came to a clearing in the forest and looked around. She had caught a dominate scent of a male a little while back and had been following it. Now she needed to get his attention. She lifted her firey maw towards the Heavens and let out a long calling howl to him. It raced over the lands like a flood. She knew that had to get his attention. She rested her rump on the Earth beneath her and waited. Her talons dug into the ground as she readied herself for what ever would come into the clearly.

[V.ampyrx ♈]

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Great masses of power reflected upon each ripple of muscles as the behemoth tromped across the Sanctum, every step heaving his weight with a thump. Every moment worked mechanically to propel the male’s blood splattered frame forward, his weight shifting from left to right as his club-like paws fell upon the leaf littered earth. Shoulder blades rotating, his robotic movements appeared to make him stagger through the trees, raggedly and with temper. His sole eye surveyed the crimson wood, raking over every detail. A snapped twig was all that would be needed for this assassin to detect an intruder, a friend, or a foe. With a deep breath, Zero exhaled, watching his misted breath flow out of his maw in a rancid cloud. Rotted flesh. Blood. The rank scent laced his breath though his sable nose did not wrinkle. He was used to this disgusting sensation in his nostrils, finding it rather pleasant strangely.

The cool autumn air lay unusually stale in the wood, not a breeze to rustle the falling leaves. The matted tainted white pelt of the Lieutenant did its job well, shielding the fouled being’s welfare as the cooler weather began to envelope the island. The territory in which he current stood in was a marvelous land which he jointly controlled under his superior, Dragunov. A great leader! Zero often exclaimed in his mind, a sly grin stretching on his face as he recalled the day their alliance was made and the Order was created. Here, in these very woods, was where they slaughtered Zane, the fallen commander of the Warrior’s Realm.

As Zero continued his walk, at ease and always with his slightly annoyed mood, he pondered the war tactics to be unleashed upon the growing Realm. Kidnappings, murders, ambushes, they all were considered in his devious sadistic mind. Though the Order had conquered their original territory, they had set root in a different area of Traum, growing their own forces. Oh, Serena! That fucking bitch. A small growl was unleashed under his breath, teeth clenching. Brainwashing wolves of Traum to protect wolf kind she did! The weak being protected instead of destroyed? Why, how was the finest blood lines supposed to carry on and create a strong breed of wolf then? This tempered beast intended to fight her. Kill her if anything. Zero worked himself up at the thought, blood already beginning to pump rather rapidly to his muscles as if he was anticipating the brawl to occur any moment. The Realm was growing…and he would be the one to help kill them all, torture them for their sin against true purity.

The brute halted in his motion as an arbitrary breeze gusted against him, carrying a new scent to his attention. Intruder. Eye rolling by the interruption from his murderous plotting, the beast set a new course to track the intruder. To kill or not to kill? Huh. Or maybe there was an ever better option than that. Ha! Coiling his muscles then releasing, Zero bound soundlessly forward despite his massive body status, his tail waving behind him as an erect banner of dominance. A bloody wraith he was as he drifted between the trees, barely panting from the exercise as he was in his prime fitness. Just then, a howl racked the air, announcing a female’s presence and request for…”assistance”.

Ha, a female. Just what he needed…Sure, Zero could defiantly work himself up quickly into a rage. It was a quality that made him a potent killer, but hey, who says his mind can’t switch just as easily to boredom? Ha! It was that boredom indeed that caused him to do many things as well. Let’s be honest. This big boy hasn’t gotten any for a while though Xeta had become part of the Order. He was busy with his own matters concerning the war. Zero had gotten bored of her quite quickly as well, wanting some new flesh to feel up.

Zero maintained a fairly accurate vision of where this femme resided in the Sanctum, a clearing in these woods near the murder scene of where Zane had fallen. Slowing his pace, he crept silently towards where the girl sat, approaching from behind with an entertained grin slipping on his maw. She looked fit, most likely a decent fighter for the forces. Not only so, but she stank of being a loner. Ha, he would soon change that…and if she refused, well, all intruders would be killed anyways. Electrical waves charged his brain with fun little ideas as his random spurt of boredom fueled his imagination.

“It’s not a smart thing to wander in here…I suppose you want to join our esteemed forces of the Order hmm sugar? You wish to defend the purity of wolves?” his heavy German accent laced his tongue as he practically spat the words at her with a sneer. Zero had positioned himself a couple feet behind the girl, planting his rump on the earth, head held high. “I smell fear though…that is not good. You should grow out of it if you allow us to train you.” The beast shook his head nonchalantly. It was a strange mood he could set. His behavior was so at ease, yet there was an intimidating tension in the air, one that the behemoth basked greatly in. Zero stood again, musing what to say next, creating his own little speeches mentally. Taking paces towards the female, he ran his tongue over his sable lips as he opened his maw to speak again. He opened his mouth a little wider than normal, more or less to flash his fangs I her face in a cocky smirk.

“Lieutenant General Zero.” He nodded, flicking his tail above his head in dismissal, “Yes, I am one of the founder of this noble pack. I help create the rules and few other than I would know them better…now, you do want to join correct? This isn’t a suicide I hope. You do know that those who enter without intentions of joining will be killed instantly right? I was hoping to see a new pretty face around so you’re intentions better rest with wolf kind’s best interest. To fight the good fight is something all should ache for in their life…ah, the Order stands for a magnificent cause.” His crimson eye averted to the heavens in a dreamy gaze, playing off his speech. The single orb played with bouncing glimmers of fascination of fantasies of the Order’s power. So light in emotion his one eye was in that brief moment. Snapping his head back, his voice hardened once again, “So state you wish to join…and we can get on with your...requirements or face your death.”

A cold stare aimed to lock her gain to his one eye and swiveled black pit of an eye. He was sure though…she would choose the right choice.

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Note: This is going to be fun hehe >D




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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Firki-MIDDLE.jpg] A small breeze picked up past her. The scent of the land was almost over powering. They reminded her of a pack terra that she had once known. Perhaps this really was the place that she belonged. Now she only hoped that she had caught someone's attention was was important. She had no time to deal with a lowly member. She needed someone that ran this pack. There was little fear in her bodice but she would do anything to hide it. What was the point in showing something that could and would be taken as a weakness? She had not survived alone for the years she was living because she was scared. No, she was strong and a fighter. The scent of a male caught her attention and she whipped her head to where it was coming from. Who ever he was he was moving quickly. No birds flew up or animals ran away from the beast so that meant he was moving silently. A true hunter. Quickly, thoughts of leaving this claimed land ran through her mind but she shot them down. She was here now and she would not leave unless killed or driven away. It was not in her nature to just give up and run away with her tail between her legs. She just sat there holding her ground waiting for what ever would emerge from the forest. Her muscles tensed and her grip in the Earth hardened. She was ready in case she would be attacked by this unknown male. As he stepped into view, she instinctively clenched her tail close around her bodice. It was to not give off her virgin scent. She wanted this male to accept her into the pack and not be distracted by foolish things such as that. Her eyes watched him. The smoothed out into an emotionless gaze as he drew closer. His scent was heavy just like this land. Right away she could tell he was someone important even before he spoke. She listened to him closely and a smirk danced across her elegant features. "I am not just some lowly loner lost that has stumbled upon these lands. The stories of your pack spread like fire over the lands," she pointed out watching him. She dipped her maw to that ranking officer as he introduced himself. His accent was not something that she was accustom to. As she rose again to face him she spoke. "It is an honor to meet you. I am called Firki and am a rogue looking to join your elite pack," she said in a collected tone. She studied him trying to get as much information from his body language as she could. It was easy to see that this brute Zero could over power her without a second thought. The only thing she could think of that she might have an advantage would be speed but that could only help her up to a certain point. "Suicide? No, that would be foolish. I am not the kind of femme that looks for the easy way out of things. Though I knew the risks of these lands as soon as I stepped on them," she stated once more in an emotionless tone. A trait that her she had inherited from her dark father. Something pestered her clenching tail and it flicked away from her bodice. Damn fly... she thought as she bit at it but then turned directly back to the large male. Her tail once more held tightly to her body hoping that she had not given her secret away at that point. "I leave my fate in this world and these lands in your possession," she finished once more dipping her maw towards him in respect.

[V.ampyrx ♈]

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Brows raised when he saw the fae wrap her tail around her body, tightly as if she was hiding something of importance. Zero’s eyes narrowed as the girl’s eyes followed him, wiped clean of emotion. Something was off about the way this she-wolf smell, something not unfamiliar however. He snorted, a cloud of vapor smoking out from his nostrils, and he continued to scrutinize the intruder.

“I am not just some lowly loner lost that has stumbled upon these lands. The stories of your pack spread like fire over the lands.”

“I am not unaware of our holy reputation. Some have given a bad word to our name however... Disgusting insects of wolf kind who do not uphold the core values to improve and sustain the best of our species.” Zero quickly retorted, waving his bloody white banner as he continued to circle the fae. A smirk was plastered on his face as he shook his head, chuckling. It was unbelievable to him how some wolfs could not understand the key concepts of what is truly the best for all. He continued to introduce himself.

“It is an honor to meet you. I am called Firki and I am a rogue looking to join your elite pack.”

As she rose to bow before him, a key scent struck his nostrils making itself more familiar. Ha. A virgin. What do you know. Zero began musing to himself. Lovely, lovely, lovely! His grin widened. Though, he wasn’t completely sure of this. It seemed like the correct term to place with that sort of scent. “Well, Firki, you don’t look too shabby. You’re mind seems to be alright…in the right place. I’ll put it there other wise…” She spoke with no infliction in her tone, speaking only to get her point across. Zero could see his was a positive aspect to her. One with fiery emotions had their advantages, but a cool collected wolf could also be valued. This inspection was only business to be considered in the snowy clad brutes mind. Obviously, his mind, drowned in boredom, was spinning more vulgar ideas.

I quiet buzzing, a fly probably, flew around the fae now known to Zero was Firki. It was probably attracted by the repulsive scent of the rotting flesh and blood splattering the Lieutenant General. His eye watched the speck float around the hind of the female when she flicked her tail. Oh, yep. That is all it took for Zero to think to himself. This one will be a fun one. She’s so innocent…awhhh. Zero darkly laughed in his mind.

“I leave my fate in this world and these lands in your possession.”

Permission. Yes! Permission! See, he wouldn’t be doing anything wrong now. Zero, of course, was never wrong…but now there is nothing wrong here at all! Permission was what he needed and now he had it. He spun this rapidly in his mind as a sneer drew his gums away from his teeth, revealing his chops once again.

“Firki…” Zero paced around once again, brushing his frame against her, as she had dipped her maw down. His voice rumbling low, laced with an unsettling tone, he spoke “You must allow me to do someone upon you now however. You’ll be needed a mark from Dragunov to bind yourself to our honorable pack as well….but….” Zero sauntered over to get behind her, attempting to get in position, hoping she wouldn’t turn. “I have my own way to bind you in a loyalty.” His breath was heavier as he waiting for her response.

OCC; I’m SOOOO sorry this took forever and it isn't the most amazing post either! Forgive me. D:
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