Too Close for Comfort...

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

He sniffed the ground eyes narrowed dangerously. There was that scent again. The same dog that supposed it had claimed the beach on the edge of the wolves terra. No his terra. He had killed off the wolves inside so now there was no point to stay. He longed for the sweet meat of his sister and to feel her warm crimson blood running down his throat but he wouldn't and dog would have to do.

Yes he ate his own kind but only when there was nothing else to eat. He much rather dine on anything from elk to rabbit. His eyes were filled with hatred for anything that called themselves a wolf. He also hated dogs for they said they were desendents of wolves but some had next to no fur and looked nothing like them.

He had spent his lifetime building up his stanima, strengthening his body and expanding his mind. At the moment there seemed nothing he couldn't do... But there was one thing left to be done before is mind would ever settle. Untill Sikala was dead his will alone would keep him breathing...

He steeped over the boarder of the terra and inhaled. One dog against one wolf he liked these odds. But he wasn't here for a fight he was here to talk about territories. He walked into the mall head lowered tail in a submissive yet a don't mess with me pose not moving at all. He recognized the scent of the leader imiditaly. He had smelt her before though where he didn't know.

He pictured a gum wrapper and nodded. yes it was Spearmint alright... She would be helpful for he knew that she was the one to go to about the dogs. He wanted land apart from the forest when the wolves could go freely or else it may end up in a fight for the best lands.

A low snarl escaped his maw and he reached the point where his instincts told him the center of the mall was. A haunting yet bone chilling howl called for the b.itch who called this land hers before lowering his head to wait.

After what seemed like ages he stood bolting in the direction her scent was the strongest. Everyone knew death would come knocking at their door one day or another. It's just today death was comming to the door od a dog named Spearmint. And if she didn't give him what he wanted well... lets just say he was never one to take no for an answer...

Ready or not here I come....

A wickid chuckle rippled up his throat as he ran through the mall like he knew the place closing his eyes and letting his nose be the guide. He snarled and skidded to a stop turning towards where the scent was strongest but he saw her nowhere...

[S P E A R M I N T]

( Sorry It Took So Long! I Was Really Busy!)

A howl most unwanted in the territory of the leader of the city, Spearmint the Doberman, she was not pleased and snarled to herself as she walked to where the sound was the strongest. Her nose to the ground her ears perked up and she snarled again, a wolf! She thought to herself how the hell did he get here? She asked herself as she began to run to the place where she last heard him.

Stopping when the wolf was in sighed her tail went up and she held her head high in dominance. She snarled lowly.

“What do you wish of me?”

she snarled looking down upon the creature.

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

(No problem! I'm just glad you replied...)

He turned his head at the sound of paws touching the ground. He paused turning his head so he watched as she approched. His eyes narrowed dangerously at her recognising her imiditaly. Yes it it came to a fight she would be a fearsome opponet... At least to someone who harbored the feeling fear. There was no such word in his vocabulary.

He studied her holding his head parallel to his back in a sign that he didn't trust her and he comanded respect. His tail was low and swaying back and forth lazily. He would have lifted it but he didn't feel like it. She would know from his eyes alone not to mess with him. His breath reaked of death and wolven blood from his most recent kill.

He flicked one aud towards her.

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Spearmint snarled again she wasn’t one to take no answer easily. This wolf called for her and now he was not answering her, no she did NOT like it. He was going to play dangerously so was she. She snorted if she could she would rip his throat out right now but not yet, if this was to turn into a blood curling fight so be it.

She looked at him, fire in her eyes.

“Hell boy, are you even going to fringing’ answer me?”

She snarled her white fangs showing from under her lips. He didn’t want to be messed with and she could tell but that was better to piss him off. She snarled again.

“You call me here and now your not f*cking going to talk!”

She snarled her eyes going dark with hatred.

“Now what the hell do you want?”

She snarled again, this was the way of talking when she was pissed, or in this case overly pissed. He was just pissing her off and she hated it.

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

A smirk danced on his maw eyes calm and deadly. She was fun. More fun then the wolves in the forest... He tilted his head audits flickering towards her in a sign of interst before sitting calmly and sweeping one paw out in a scarcastic bow.

Hello Lady Spearmint. I am Husku of the wolves.

The words rolled off his tounge slow and steady as if he ment to tease. Scarsacum dripped from his tone like venom as he straitened now towering over the dog. Yes she was a dog and nothing more nothing less. She was a decendant, a mutated form of the wolves.

She annoyed him plain and simple but in the same way she intregued him... He tilted his head and studied her eyes narrowing dangerously.

He was about to speek again opening his jaws, breath reaking of blood and death when a new scent came. The scent of a fea. A scent so familiar it made him twitch. He knew that scent better then his own. She was close. He stood and turned to go but the scent suddenly dissapearewd. At least he now knew she was in the city. She wouldn't escape him now...

He turned once more eyes narrowing. He held his head high as if daring her to attack. When she didn't he moved forward with fluid grace so stand before her maw tilted down so he looked down his nose at her. His hot breath on her face. He was truly intimidating sight but he didn't expect her to tremble in fear. No fear was a feeling for cowards. She didn't seem like a coward... No she seemed much like himself but in dog form.

I come in peace. Well as peaceful as a wolf can be.

His words were much like a purr taunting and cool. He sat back so he faced her sowing respect but denamding some in return. His eyes met hers not blinking gaze steady and unwavering. It wasn't a challenge he was just learning about her character from her eyes.

As an answer to your question I want land. The forest is good and all but the dogs come in to often. It is a small forest so I am looking to make it larger. A territory of my own perhaps. Those weakling wolves that dweal in the forest annoy me.

His words came out in a purr once more his eyes narrowing calmly as if he was growing tired. But stil he didn't blink staring into her eyes. He wasn't one to take no for an answer. He knew already that is he killed her his terra would expand greatly. He would even have the power to drive the dogs out but that was not his wish. he just wanted a land of his own away from the weakling wolves of the forest and away from the annoying dogs.

Maybe in the end Spearmint and himself could come to an agreement and a truce could be reached between the dogs and the wolves... He would have to hurry though... His search for her had just resumed with that scent...

(sorry had to go before I could finish my last post...)

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Her eyes studied him, she snarled as he smirked at her, she was ready to just swipe it off his face. He made her so angry, no one had ever made her this mad in years. The bow just made her even more pissed. She rolled her eyes and looked; stared at him again.

“ Yes, the only wolf left”

She snapped. She knew who he was, she knew who everyone is in this whole damned city. She snarled as he towered over her and snapped her jaws shut only inches from his muzzle. She smirked herself and looked at him eyes shining.

She snarled and watched him turn, she didn’t like that much, in fact she hated it. She looked at him as he turned and eyes hard, full of fire and hatred staring at him continually.

She looked at him he held his head high, she was tempted to grab his through and rip it out of where it was but no she resisted the urge and continued to stare at him. The grin still placed on her muzzle.

He stepped forward, she stayed where she was, stiffening into place. She was starting to feel uncomfortable, she shifted her paws and struck them back to the ground as if gum was holding them from moving from place to place.

She growled lowly from the pit of her stomach, a meaning full growl. His breath on her face was very intimidating and hard to resist killing him right there on the spot. She continued staring at him, her glare cold.

Ignoring his words she snarled lowly; you probably couldn’t even tell it was a snarl. She wasn’t calming down, in fact she was getting even more mad by the second but she was feeling more and more uncomfortable every second and that was making her mad.

“What kind of land would you want?”

She snapped. No she wasn’t lightening up was she?

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

He chuckled at her refrence to him and tilted his head eyes deathly calm and almost soft but they were voided, They reflected nothing at all and showed no emotion. No he was no longer the last wolf in the forest. She had returned and another fae had come and was slowing beginning to piss him off...

Hopefully somewhere secluded and dark. Like this place but with more food.

He lowered himself to the ground and still he was eye to eye with her when he lifted his head. He was large, bigger then most wolves but not a bulky. He was lean and wiery but not without strength. In this light he looked a misty grey but in truth he was white with grey whisps here and there.

Thwas was the story of him and his sister. Black vs. white... night vs. Day... Dark vs. Light. Pick any opposite and that was what he and his sister was. They were nothing alike and yet the same in every way... Hatred ruled them both but Husku was on the brink of insanity. Sakila was calm and composed with no flaws. She was as close to perfection as you could get.

What you saw on the outside did not reflect a creatures true nature. Take Husku for example. On the outside he seemed feral and untamed. A true wolf as most say. On the inside his heart was incased within wals of stone and was as black as ebony. In the head his thoughts were jumbled and memories fluttered up often, The only thim his head clear adn blanked was at night when he fell into a dreamless slumber...

He turned his attention back to the dog eyes soft and unemorional for a second before narrowing slightly and becomming cold and unemotional.

Truley I care not where it is just away from the forest, away from the dogs, and away from any other wolves that will surley come.

That was a simple reply. He was not picky just wanted a land of his own. That Blacksmith wasn't bad but... No if she gave it to him it would be fine, if she gave him somthing else he would have to view it first before he desided if he liked it or not... 4 wolves were around that he knew of. One was her and the other two were from his past. A pair not to be trifled with but fun to taunt.

The 5th was a new fae who he knew nothing of. She was bothersome but would soon be delt with. She annoyed him and people who annoyed him never lasted long...

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Spearmint looked at him and showed her teeth, not meaning for any harm but showing him who was boss. Sure he was bigger but, she was a true born killer so was he, what an interesting fight that could be.

“Emm Maybe the Butchers Shop.”

She said looked at him, her grin grew even wider at the fact when he lowered himself. She flicked her stub of a tail behind her and then held it up straight again. No way in hell was she going to back down to him.

She looked at him and if she could she would have raised an eyebrow he seemed to be deep in though before he narrowed his eyes again. She chuckled to herself inside her head and focused on him once again.

She never took her eyes of him, one wrong move from her or him for that fact one or the other could be lying on the flood dead. The though made her shiver, but in a way she sort of…. Enjoyed it.

“Well in the butcher shop there would be dogs bound to come so well how ‘bout the blacksmith?”

She asked her. Her eyes still cold but in a way they were growing softer. It was true she was getting soft now.

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

He began muttering the pros and cons of both to himself speeking quick, his words comming out in a hum almost as they blended together. He sat back closing his eyes tilting his head from side to side torn, each place having an equal amount of pros and cons. One stuck out though because he hates dogs though this fae was quite fun. Finally he stopped talking to himself and opened his eyes tilting his head and looking at her.

Blacksmith if you would please. Thank you for your help now... Is there anything you would like to ask of me or is not starting a fight good enough?

A sly grin danced upon his maw eyes sparkling in amusment and humor. He studed her almost anxious to go but he didn't quite want to leave. She was entertaining and more fun then the puppies in the forest. But she was still a dog and that was where he drew the line at aquaintences. If she had been a wolf or even a half breed she would have made a good mate because of her strength. She was smart too...

He shook his head dismissing those thoughts with a growl fangs revealing themselves. He imiditally snapped his jaws closed thinking she might take it as his growl was directed at her when it wasnt. He was annoyed because a wolf and a dog being together would be like a vampire adn a human being together, unethical and dissapointing.

Once again he shook those thoughts from his mind replacing them with the thing on the top of his list. Sakila... She was in the forest he knew and she had been here not to long ago, he could tell even though she had left no scent or any trace of her passing. He studied Spearmint as he thought of her and what he would do to her when he found her....

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Spearmint snickered to herself

“What a loser”

she mumbled. If he had herd her and had something to do about so be it. She watched him still snickering to herself as he mumbled and shook his head thinking of what place he was going to choose. She smirked at him when he finally opened his eyes and asked for the place of his choice.

“If that’s what you want; so be it”

She said and shuffled her paws, getting tired of standing in one place she began to pace. If he had anything to say about this, then well as they say ‘off with his head’. She smirked at the though of the sight. She looked at him, studied him for a second time.

“Well, I have nothing to ask of you now… but later I might, so think of this as you owe me one favour”

She said with a smirk on her slim face. She would take this and plant it into her mind so that when she needed help from someone particularly, more tough looking then she well then she could use this favour. Or if she needed a second party to help her defeat an army or something this would come in very handy.

She looked at him and barred her teeth as he showed his teeth and a low rumble came from the pit of her stomach. She started at him her eyes cold and then her face regained her normal smirk as he realized what he did.

“I take it that wasn’t a threat then?”

She said.

[~Husku/Sakila/Blood/Death~]

He snicked and stood gliding past her, letting their fur brush. He loped off a little ways then smirked and stopped a few feet off.

Maybe it was... Maybe it wasn't you never know but I apoligize for leaving so soon. If you ever need anything you know where to find me

He sneered as he stooed studying her deciding he may have to pay her a visit later if she didn't come to him first. He then padded off through the building dissapearing like a ghost to leave her with her thoughts and go to his new home. The blacksmiths huh? He may have to check out the buchers shop later just to see that his other choice had been.

What a loser the words rang though his mind but didn't bug him. She was only a dog after all and could easily be taken care of with a little help. Whatever though he had a new home and didn't have to deal with the bloody wolves that came back like vermin though couldn't be flushed out even after he killed them all. It was annoying but it gave him somthing to do everyday and a reason to rise.

With that he loped out of the mall and toward the blacksmiths, his new home. He wondered if there were dogs he would have to flush out there as well. He'd make sure to patroal the boards more regularly so unwanted visitors didn't suddenly wander in...