something wicked this way comes { vixen }

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[atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=height,350px,true][bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0, true][scrolly: h(350), w(450),sy,c()] For the first time in her entire life, she felt vulnerable. Fear had crept upon her and had captivated her by surprise, though her rugged exterior would be damned to portray what lain beneath the surface. There were no similarities between the land she had sought out for so long, and her former haven where she had spent the majority of her life; everything was so different that the usually egotistical and confident ruffian was unsure as to what baggage the future would bring, nor could she confirm that her high-status title from previously would grant her the respect she so thirsted for from all of the strangers that lived here. She was alone for the first time. Even her surroundings puzzled her: the terrain beneath her paws was obscured in a thick blanket of snow as opposed to her desert-esque home further south. The substance could hardly compare to the smooth surface of grainy sand, and she could honestly admit to loathing the harsh texture and bleached hue of the snow. It would be nearly impossible for one whose fur was at the complete opposite end of the spectrum to survive or expect to remain hidden from any prey animals - just the black beast's luck. Though, at the rate of how many other creatures she had observed lingering about these parts, it would not matter the color of her fur, as the hills she tread across were completely desolate of both plants and animals. Perhaps choosing a side would have fared better in her favor, though she was aware that something - anything - lurked around here. The snow may not have been trodden down enough, but the mixture of aromas that emanated from the direction she was travelling in spoke of others: she just needed to keep a close eye on the world around her instead of drifting off into her own reveries. Time ticked on by, and despite her nose's beliefs, nothing was encountered. Disappointment and a slight rage bubbled within the surly wench, causing her to halt in her tracks as she whipped her skull this way and that in a frantic attempt to find anything of company. Of course, her attempts were futile, and she heaved a sigh of frustration, considering turning tail and trekking back the way she came from, but weariness had overcome her, leaving her with no other option than to cease her journeying for the time being. Not a tree nor a cavern stood out against the white banner of snow, thus leaving her to carve a makeshift burrow out of the snow. Plowing as much snow as she could for a small crevice that would capacitate her lithe form, she slipped inside the miniscule den, curling herself into a tight ball facing the entrance - just in case. After all, the only reason she was here in the first place was to make a new start for herself, but falling asleep on the job when predators could creep up on her and end it before it began was not on her agenda. Not today, anyway. The hopes of infamy had warped her sanity for now. 526 WORDS

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[bg=9D8651] Lumbering steps brought him through the snow covered terrain with dispassionate glances, his eyes set on no confirmed destination. He wandered purposely, yet without speed. There was something graceful about the wandering warrior who walked so leisurely, but heaven forbid it be spoken. Intimidation plagued him, for his size and for the way he hardly bothered making the effort to hide himself against the white costly platforms of icy chill. Not a pause in his step as he carried himself proudly, the elegant rust orange eyes surveying all that there was to be seen, the sense that he was not alone whispered at the heels of his destructive paws. Who lingered out in these hills, what his away in the banks of the frosty rainwater transformed into the flaky powder he loathed for it's very purpose? At least one no longer needed to wander to find a water source, that was about the only benefit of the tragic white fields. Head lifted in arrogance as he paused a top a hill, his eyes managing to stay pinned on any source of movement. Ah, there was a sourness about this land. A lack of control, a lack of purpose. It merely waited for someone to come along and intoxicate it with woven promises. Was he such the one that the land had waited for, for what might have seemed all of its life? There was a very good chance as the large black beast stood, perched in pleasure for what discoveries may rear their head. White muzzle tipped to the wind a notch, looking instinctively over every mound, lest he miss something that might take him by surprise. Violence would meet anyone a swift end if they dare spooked the male, but that was not for them to know. Anyone with half a brain - why, anyone with a quarter of a brain would realize not to disturb a beast. Cold breezes whispered in his ears, beckoning a death that would not be met. No, soon enough he take the opportunity to carry himself back to where he rested. This land had potential, and thus he would conquer it. Anything with potential deserved a righteous leader, and who if not him would lead? Ah yes, the brute allowed himself a fleeting smile, and then once more it vanished. Beneath a calm exterior, he was alight with the opportunity presented, the only requirement, unfortunately, was to gain the trust and allegiance of those who were weaker. Quite a tedious task, something worth behind shoved down a hill in order to have a banged enough head to wish to deal. As demanded, the male loathed the companionship of others. Of course, there were exceptions, his desires rolled about his head in expectation. He could see the dark clouds coming in, and his era whispered in preparation. Soon, sweet wolf. Soon you will have all you deserve. The breeze told him these truths, carried down on whispers from the wolf gods. It had to be true if it came from up above. Finally, his head turned with the announcement of something nearby, although his eyes could not locate it. He had come from the opposite direction with the paw tracks being covered by the breeze hid away, but yet there was the sensation. Someone was out there, someone had told him so. Or else he never would have received such a feeling. Once more, the Good Ones smiled upon him, knowing his path was sincere and his intentions were pure, purely what was left up to speculation. Grumbling voice never spoke, never uttered a word until he climbed the next hill, satisfied that he would receive a gift. It had been a while since he had been given an offering, and greedy eyes looked out in expectation. "Mistress of the snow, I know you shelter away..." Husky voice chuckled lightly, deep tones ringing throughout, but he wagered the breeze would carry his words where it needed to go. "Greatness has entered your little realm, it beckons you forth with warm tidings!"

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I am your king. "Bow."[/font]

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[atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=height,350px,true][bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0, true][scrolly: h(350), w(450),sy,c()] No matter the effort put forth into focusing upon her unfamiliar surroundings, she was always dragged back into the sanctuary of her plotting mind. Memories of her past swam about the barricades of her brain at such a rapid pace that she could hardly make out each scene seperately; her past was an onslaught of obscenities and potency. The occasional flurries of the possibilities of her distant future were the only things that distracted her from the bitter sensation that lingered about her whenever the thoughts of her past managed to grasp her. The bitch was so captivated by the shortened version of her life playing inside of her head that she failed to take notice to the putrid aroma of an approaching canine that was sluggishly trudging his way through the thick snow to greet her. It was not until a resounding cacophony of pride-laced vocalizations breached the wench's auditory system that she was torn from her own interior, elevating her skull from its perch atop her outstretched paws as she alerted herself to another's presense. Based upon the clarity and volume of the words evidently addressed in her direction since not another scent managed to writhe through her nostrils, whoever the voice belonged to wasn't too far off from her makeshift burrow, nor was he aware of her exact location. Making the abrupt decision to confront the creature face-to-face, she slipped from her miniscule kingdom, emerging swiftly and proudly into broad daylight. Shaking the debris and flakes of snow that clung so desperately to her dark fur loose, she then pivoted in the direction the sound had originally emanated from, her pupils darting for the source with curiousity. Once she locked on to her target, a Cheshire-esque smirk curled the ends of her velveteen lips inward at the sight for sore eyes maneuvering his way towards her. Her pupils navigated their way along his entire physique, the amused expression never fading from her scarred countenance as she observed the egotistical stature he possessed; it was as if he believed he held the right to control her or force her into submission. However, if that was his initial plan, he would be in for a disappointment as the unruly bitch wouldn't dare bow to another, even if the lands she had decided to reside upon did belong to him - no, the only submissing Rowan would dare to perform even in her wildest dreams was to her father who was now deceased. Caesar had proved his worth in her eyes, but the strut of the prideful male before her only set the wrong tone and sent her first impression in the opposite direction of respect. Sure, her swagger also hinted to the belief that she was omnipotent compared to anyone else, but an over-fed ego possessed by another was completely despicable. Even the way he referred to himself as "Greatness" earned him a mocking snicker from the depths of her throat as she began sauntering to meet him halfway. The juggernaut, though fearless, carried her skull and a flattened stump of a tail in align with her spinal column, not only protecting her neck from vulnerability, but shining a light upon her experience with brawling. Of course, a warrior's stance was unnecessary bravado to prove she had witnessed her fair share of bloodshed and inflicted pain upon others, for the multiple trenches that refused fur growth lining her entire body, as well as the missing appendage upon her rump, was proof enough. Even though she denied beauty in any forms, she prided herself in her appearance, wearing her scars as badges of honor that bade intimidation. Her personality might have reflected the male's stance, but the way she carried herself was deceitful towards it. If you are as great as you believe yourself to be, your highness, then why do you lack any followers? You've entered this patch without counterparts - alone - into the lion's den. Perhaps you may come with warm intentions, but, dear, what harbors you to believe mine are akin to yours in kindness? Finally, the sadistic smirk vanished from her visage, a feigned innocence taking its place as she cocked her skull slightly to the side for effect. Once she had emitted her own set of vocals, she halted in her tracks, though neither straightened herself or moved the slightest muscle, remaining in her static crouch as she patiently awaited his retaliation. 742 WORDS [/scrolly]

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[bg=9D8651] When his summoning was uttered, the male simply allowed himself to sit back and wait. While others were presumptuous, would happily meet someone who may linger in the area half way, he knew better. The curiosity pulled at the mind of someone who held himself such as he, whether it was in immediate awe - he was quite the creature, that he would willingly concur. Or there was always those who proved to carry a tension of interest, a little tendril of something that was not supposed to happen. However, in his days, he had learned the most reluctant were the greatest of use, and once upon a time he had been so reluctant to bow to the flesh of his father, yet somehow he had manipulated his own grave from rising sooner to take him down. It still was all but a fantasy, the memory, but the memory keeper of his thoughts remained unwarranted. They would not spring for attention, when his attention was desired elsewhere. The slightest shift in the wind brought the attention to her giveaway. The way she unleashed herself from the snow like some nefarious demon after his summoning beckoned her forward, and his eyes glimmered with delight. Oh, the feisty humor in the little victor that sought to come out grandstanding, it charmed him to see her. Her lithe, warrior form, elegance muscle mass structured into a way that whispered her brutality. Ah, the gingerly pace of a warrior not prepared to acknowledge him for what he was, her eyes so blind to the divinity that in the future packs would rave shined about his very being. Sympathy glossed over the intense eyes, completely at ease with her lack of understanding. It forced him to be pleased with her suspicion, the lack of susceptible taunt on the air as he watched her approach. It worried him she might have stepped over the line, but while her gaze raked him, he allowed his to do the same to her. A faint smile settled about his husky features, the white muzzled beast all but too content to watch her judgment prevail. First impressions, oh how humorous they were! So incorrect, so intolerant to the little things. He could call her shrewd; how dare she look at him and his position with that devious little smirk on her face. Thinking she knew the first thing about him, assuming that he would be naught but all bark! Oh glorious management, he pulled his intense eyes on her once more, peering at the dark face. His head inclined respectfully for a moment, hearing the words that laced the air. She was at ease with herself, confident in her standing that would bring her up against the male. While she waited, so wisely, steps away from him, he mused about how he could deal with her. Why, her sweet young uttered such decadence! Was a treat! The male chuckled huskily as he finally processed her woven spirits, the threat and the innocence coming out to peak like an adorable, rabid little creature. "By all means my warrior," Agreeable voice praised gently, "State your presumptuous call, make me quake! Oh, you are delightful... like a wasp who will not die, simply favoring to continue to sting you until it's energy depletes to nothingness."

[/font] Granting voice offered, his tail swishing behind him as his ears raised on his head.

While he was arrogant in his stance, he remained at ease. It was not as simple as looking aggressive, erupting into a fit of snarls. Good heavens, what would that have ever done? There was no need, the warrior in her calm approach, her knowing gaze. While he was confident they would be well matched, tooth and claw would inflict massive amounts of blood upon the terrain... He wished not to destroy the innocence of the pure pantomiming snow that seemed to take shapes in the distances.

The sigh pulled from him, "A den of a lion, you say now, warrior?"[/font] Sweet words murmured, looking fascinated as he glanced back to the snow burrow she had emerged from. Snow demon? She was much too dark for such insanity, so he offered her a look of warmth, of chiding good humor. "More a rabbit's den with a rattlesnake hidden within, wouldn't you say?"[/font] Well spoken voice questioned gently, affectionate gleam coming into his eyes as he offered up an alternative. Ah, he was so clever!

Now, he had wisely avoided her implied insult. He would offer her not gratification in such things as the male remained perched, head held high. He could see the power through her, rippling, patience. "Come now, sweet dark, I am not here to come to blows... Sneaky as you may be, I dare not think you will chance it without taking a better assessment."[/font] He spoke with a knowledge he had not rightfully earned, confidence flickering in his intuitive eyes. "Someone has trained you to be... magnificent, my sweet dark. I see your prowess, I see your power... Dare you deny me the opportunity to revel in it for a few passing moments?"[/font] [/color]

I am your king. "Bow."[/font]

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