She was new to this land, stumbling upon it by accident. So far it didn't seem too bad. The strong scent of wolves had lured her in closer, calling her to stay. Her mouth salivated at the thought. It was clear that there was several prominent packs that dominated the area, along with loners that occupied unclaimed territory. So much life to prey on. For now she would control herself, where would be the fun in getting kicked out on your first day. Beside that she had hoped that her brother would find her. He was exceptional at being able to find her, as he did when they were pups, lost and alone with no parents and dead siblings. She could remember that day as though it was yesterday. Her siblings pleading cries, her brothers twisted, devilish look as he tore into them, inviting her to join. That was when she first tasted it. Oh how sweet it was, the warm liquid dripping down her throat, watching the life fade from her siblings eyes. It was then that she knew what she would become. At least that was before she was separated from her brother and taken in. But things went back to normal after they killed the pack.

She stood as a massive shadow beneath one of the many willows that covered the land in this are, standing at 36 inches tall. She towered over the average female. All 115 pounds of her was covered in light gray that had several all shades making up her pelt. Her muzzle dipped in charcoal, with a black stripe going from the middle of her muzzle up to between her ears, the left one being dipped in charcoal. Bright hot pink eyes stood out boldly, accented by five dots beneath each eyes. Her front left toes dipped in the same charcoal as her muzzle, followed by her left hind leg being a lighter gray from her toes all the way up to her hip. A nearly white color covered her neck, chest and belly going all the way to the underside of her tail. She was 2 and she was in her prime.

She continued her exploration, jumping over roots when needed, weaving around trunks and knotted branches. Muscles rippled beneath her thick pelt, each movement graceful despite her size. Hip sways, shoulders roll, tail hung idly between her heels. A soft breeze ruffling her coat, spreading her scent. Speaking of scents. It was winter. She was in heat for the first time. Her scent called the any brute in the area, her body ached with need. She hated this time of year already. A growl rumbled in her chest with displeasure. She had better not run into any brutes on her trek. She'd hate to have to kill someone on her first day in her new home. She paused for a moment. No she wouldn't, she would love. Just as she always did.

Nostrils flared as a familiar scent her. Rodent. Gaze dropped, scanning the roots for her new found prey. Eyes landed on the small rabbit. Young. Salmon tongue swiped across her muzzle hungrily. Dropping to her belly, she slowly stalked the unknowing animal before she pounced. It scrambled but was to late. Jaws snapped its neck in a powerful bite. She smiled at the satisfying crack on its spine. Tearing into the dead animal she devoured it, filling her belly to contentment. Ears swiveled on her head, listening for anyones approach, should someone dare to intrude on her meal.

ooc- not to happy with this one

As the tall and sharp cut brute made his way around barren tree trunks his amethyst eyes drank in the scene around him. Having his nose still stuffed with the scent of blood, it made him wonder where his brother Kovu was off at this time. It was odd for his "bodyguard" to be off on his own. Then again the pair had only just gotten here. No doubt his brother was getting himself acquainted with some wolves or just out to..catch a bite to eat. A smirk appeared on the male's maw as he thought about death, oh how wonderful it was. One minute a wolf is alive right before you then the next second they're gone! A small chuckle escaped his lips as he looked around. Then the wolf stopped and looked down at his paws. Stained by blood they should be. Despite having his soldiers and brother do most of the dirty work. But it was Baxter who had devised the plans, it was he who called for this bloodshed.

He almost felt a sliver of pleasure from the thought. Guts..which ones? The ones that spilled out of a cut open wolf carcass or the bravery guts? Ah, bloodshed, havoc, chaos! His white tipped ears perked up as he wondered what others may think of him. Would they doubt that he was dangerous? Were his looks deceiving? did Baxter look like the handsome gent he was? Of course he was a handsome gent but with a little surprise inside. Did he not kill his mother and father alongside his brother? Did they not prosper and rule Clousia alongside one another? Did they not kill their own subjects and torture them?....they did.

As much as he loved the smell of another wolf's blood he lowered his head to the ground and rubbed his nose in the snow. After picking his head back up and pushing his ears against his head, did the brute take in a long deep sniff of fresh winter air. Amethyst eyes opened then narrowed as he had caught the scent of another wolf, a female in heat. Of course the male wouldn't pester her or rape her. It really depended on his mood if he really wanted it or not. A small sliver of desire coursed through him as he followed the scent. Even if he wouldn't be able to get a little action Baxter could still take in the pleasure of the smell; it was quite enticing to be exact.

Russet paws brought him to the site of the dame. From what his eyes saw she was gorgeous, beautiful! But there was something about her that seemed familiar, the way she sort of carried herself. Did this fair dame take the pleasure in death as well? Did she share the same "hobby"?

As he put on a small yet charming smile Baxter kept his distance from the female but started to walk around her half way.

"So what's a beautiful dame like you doing out here in the cold?" he said almost in a coo.

"Of course you probably know I smell that "blessing" of yours. No worries, I'm not one to push another...the name's Baxter, Baxter Karvichi. May I be given the honor to learn this fair and fine dame's name who stands before me?" he said while stopping and letting his body reach full height.

Eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down. Interesting dame indeed, pretty markings and a magnificent build. Would have made a good soldier; if she had been with him and his brother she would have prospered. So he waited for an answer, an outburst, a threat, a reply. Whichever one he was expecting anything and everything.

He had strayed from Baxter, heavy paws carrying him through the network of willow trees. Kovu didn't need to be by his brother's side twenty four seven, and in those short periods they were searated the boy would be able to survive with that brain of his. Why Kovu strayed away in the first place was for food, copper orbs scanning the snowy terrain, a low rumbling in the back of his throat. Within minutes he had caught a small rodent that had strayed from its den, snapping its spine with ease and swallowing it whole. It wasn't much, thin with little meat, but it would do for now until him and his brother found out what they would be doing today. Done with that he moved away from his spot, nose sniffing the air and quickly finding Baxter's scent. It didn't take long for him to get on his tril, weaving through some trees until finally seeing two figures a few yards away. He lowered his head, shoulders rolling as he trotted forward, tail swaying behind him. Ears swiveled forward, catching the brother's voice but not clos enough to figure out what he was saying to the other wolf. A job? Eh spoke up, deep, raspy. He approached Baxter, coming up from behind on his left side, taking his place beside his brother. Copper eyes fell upon the wolf before them, white with some other colors and strange markings. His nose twitched, a female... in heat. "normal. talk. think. you"

Cataleya. Of course she'd gone and gotten herself lost again. It was just something she did. She'd done it right after they'd killed and devoured their siblings and she'd done it again once they'd dismantled the pack that had taken them in. That wasn't something that worried Demyan, she wasn't not difficult to find. How could she be when she spent nearly every waking moment killing every single living thing in sight. Her predictability made her easy to track, giving the beast of a boy all the time in the world to practice his hobby; torture. It was the most exquisite form of entertainment he had ever had the pleasure of being introduced too. It was his absolute favorite thing to do. He never missed a chance to partake in it. Whether it be a half dead hare, an injured deer, another mauled wolf, whatever the creature was, if it was close to death, Demyan would be there to prolong it as much as he could. There was nothing that was off limits as far as his torture went. Anything and everything was fair game, which made the game that much more exciting. He was a cynical and twisted brute and he loved it.

When he wasn't out making the rest of the world wish he?d never existed, he was tracking his lovely sister. Winter had just set in, so her first heat had just made its appearance, making her scent that much prominent to his sensitive nose. She must've known where she was going because her scent trail hardly strayed anywhere else except towards the place he was in now; Alacritis. A few wolves along the way had been kind enough to inform him about this new land, though some had needed a bit more persuasion, the kind he had been more than kind to provide. Apparently a number of packs lived on this expansive territory, each having claimed their own piece. Among the claimed pack lands were plenty of unclaimed lands where a hoard of unknown scents mingled together. There were so many wolves here. He couldn't have found a more perfect place. Surely where there were a lot of wolves there had to be those that were dying? He didn't doubt it. After finding his sister he would scour around for bit, looking for those knocking on death's door to keep them from passing through the door that quickly.

There. Cataleya's scent. It was undeniable, the hint of blood that always tainted it and now with her heat it had a sickly sweet taste to it, one he was sure would attract any wandering idiots near her. That was unacceptable. He was the only one allowed near her. She belonged to him and no one else. Any brute stupid enough to stop within ten feet of her was sure to get his throat ripped out in the blink of an eye. Fools. Demyan picked up his space, steel grey coat rippling powerfully atop his solid bulk, cyan blue eyes darting across the path before him. His surroundings were strange. There were willows all around him, some bent with age, others barely getting to that point. Little streams, varying in sizes wriggled their way around the roots of the trees, soaking his paws whenever he passed through ones that weren?t entirely frozen. Of all places to end up in, she had to choose this one. It wasn?t so bad once he thought about it though. It was the perfect place to bring about murder and blood; corruption at its most basic. The deeper he walked into the new territory, the stronger her heady scent became. But not only that. Her heated scent was accompanied by those of two rogues, both males, similarities between the scents telling the gargantuan knight that they could be related. Brother perhaps? Obviously they were both idiots if they thought they were going to be able to try anything with his sister. If she didn?t get to them first, they would surely hope that she would?ve.

Picking up his pace, Demyan charged towards the origin of the three scents, his massive paws silent against the cold earth, talons leaving heavy imprints in his wake. These idiots. The hellion would have fun with them. And then he saw the trio. Cataleya?s light grey pelt was unmistakable, her markings clearly distinguishing her to her brother. The other two brutes stood before her, both bathed in similar brown shades, though their markings varied. He could see the resemblance between the two. Not that was anything that would protect them from him. The giant thundered into the crowd, crown head high, onyx tipped plume curled dominantly over his haunches, cyan blue gems hardened over like steel. Cataleya. His gaze moved to her first, her name like reprimand as it fell from his mighty jaws. He turned his attention to the two brutes before him, using his massive frame as a physical barrier between his sister and the two idiots, barely catching the end of the ring leader of a brother?s words to his sister. How about you and your little minion there turn around and walk away before I separate you from your most precious organ and use it a chew toy? came his rumble of a growl. He easily towered over all three, his dominating and threatening presence heavy in the air. He made no idles threats and his lips curled back slightly over his white lips, displaying the points of his sharpened daggers, the daggers he?d used on more than one occasion to separate flesh and shatter bones.

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She heard him as he approached, lips curled back in a snarl, revealing blood stained fangs that were normally white. The chocolate brute had put on a charming smile, bring her head up, her expression relaxing as she stood her full height. She watched his eyes roam her body as he spoke. Licking the blood from her muzzle, tail swishing at her feet, she spoke, "Looking for someone to keep me warm of course." she purred back, lips curling back into a sensual grin, letting her own gaze roam his frame. His pelt made up of various shades of brown, nothing overly exciting about him. Baxter. Interesting name. "Cataleya." Her name dripped off her tongue like honey. It wasn't long before they were joined by a second wolf, undoubtedly his brother. He however said nothing, the only movement he made was a twitch of his name. He was clearly a man of few words.



It was a brief moment after the second males arrival that a strikingly familiar scent caught her attention. Skull lifted higher, eyes searching for him. Demyan. He was here. He had found her once again. His gray mass came bursting from the trees, bring a smile to her face. How long had it been? She didn't know. He approached, speaking her name in reprimand. He didn't particularly like it when she ventured off, but she didn't care. "Demyan." She cooed his name, burying her nose in his neck, giving him soft nips, pressing the length of herself against him. His heigh forced her lifted her head a little higher, he was significantly larger than she was, a mammoth of a wolf.



His attention was immediately shifted two brutes. Demanding that they leave immediately. He had always been a little possessive. Protect. Whichever you want to call. It was partially why she would run off, she wanted to play, but no others could get near her when he was around. Not that truly minded, she revealed in his attention, enjoying every minute of it. The gray dame peered around her brother, watching the other two from under his jaw, amusement glittering her features. Perhaps a fight would break out? The thought of her blood made her mouth water. Demyan thought she was on a constant killing spree, but she had managed some self control recently, if she intended to stay here then she would need to. She could not kill someone if she so chose to, it just wasn't a choice very often.

He stayed still as she said she was looking for someone to keep her warm. Ha, was that a taunt or just plain sarcasm. His head rose up to it's full height as his pointy and sharp cut ears perked up as she said her name, "Catelaya".

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful dame." he cooed once more before turning one of his ears sideways as he could sense his brother coming. Only a few words escaped from the brute's maw; he asked if this was a job.

"No no brother, just a little soiree. It's nice of you to join us." he said

His amethyst gaze then settled on a silvery brute that had entered the scene. His body language seemed quite hostile as he used his frame to block Catelaya from the two brothers. By the smell of the brute who she had called Demyan he seemed to be her brother. It was then Demyan who spoke up and told Bax and his "minion" of a brother to leave, he also threatened to cut off his balls and use it as a chew toy.

A small devilish smirk appeared on Baxter's maw.

"Au contraire my friend; my most precious organ is my brain. But of course you'd then threaten to split my skull and solve that problem eh?" he said while starting to circle around Demyan and Catelaya before stopping to stand beside his brother again.

"the way you two carry yourself...you like to travel on the dark side don't you? Do you find killing as a hobby? Death? Guts and gore? We like that stuff too...perhaps an alliance can be made. Why don't you join us?"

Bax knew what he was doing, he saw the pros and cons of the conversation and the things he could gain from them. Not noting how tall or massive Demyan was, Bax could care less! Intimidation, hah! With a flick of his russet tail colored with tans and whites he gave an eerie smile before tilting his head slightly to the right.

Surely they should think this through. They should think of how they can benefit from tagging along with Bax and Kovu. The four of them would wreck havoc across the lands! His amethyst eyes drifted from Catelaya once more to Demyan; both well built, strong. Bax wondered how good their stamina was. As they all stood there the brute was studying the two wolves before him. Bax knew he was smart he always knew he was. So he used it to his advantage. It didn't just take a pair of claws to be evil, having brains could devise hellish plans. And boy could he think of them!

As for now he let his white toes sink into the snow with his sharp ears perked up. He would wait...and he didn't care how long...