firing line

Red woman would slip along the edges of the stream, a path starting to wear from her constant comings and goings from her mountainous home. But there were things beyond home that interested her, things that interested her queen. Because of this days were spent beyond the borders of her would be home, playing a coy game of cat and mouse with her little prize she had yet to claim. But he would be hers, just as the bitch would be dead before the first snowfall. Everything was so easy in her mind, falling into place so nicely as long as her pawns all did their part and she could remain free and clear of any blame. The demoness had never been one to dirty her paws for another; she had always played middle man. The role suited the bitch perfectly, allowing her to take the directions from a superior, spin them so a lesser would do it and then gain all the glory and praise that came with getting the job done despite the fact that she had done nothing herself. It was all a game, you just needed to know how to play it.
Nostrils flared at the scent of a stranger at the border and pace slowed to a near halt. Paws would move slowly as if being dragged through mud, head lifted as she drank in the delicious feminine scent. Be it friend or enemy she smelt delectable and tongue would slid over dark lips as a sly smile slid up the edges of her mouth. It had been so long since anyone had come to their boarder, it must be handled delicately, it required a woman?s touch. SHE required a woman?s touch; it had been so long? But maybe the woman would oblige her another time, for now a howl slithered its way to the sky, slinking through the air towards Vi and the rest of the pack within their homelands. Precious thing wanted to talk? It wasn?t a request to join, it was a simple invitation. Now what on earth could she possibly want? Of course Vi would love to find out.
Pace returned to a long legged, distance eating trot. Slender legs and petite paws propelling her quickly back towards home, along the shore of their creek, making her almost seem like she was floating. Precious thing? Sly smile would remain in place as head lowered more, chin tipping in protectively. Tail would be carried higher, though, a mark of rank as well as confidence for the woman. Though one of her rank would be expected to carry her head with pride she would not allow the chance at her throat for an outsider, though many envied her rank within the pack as well and would probably love to see her dead. They were all thieves and assassins and filth. All of them were filth. And if not for their old lord Jaeger they would have never found a home here. But now because of Kaien things would slip and slid, twisting ever downwards as he allowed rape within their ranks and allowed deserters to live.
A masculine voice greeted her auds and they pinned in detested. It was their Shirei Ulrike? Though Vi had never hated him she was in no mood to deal with me, she wanted some girl time but despite her feelings she slowed upon her approach and cocked her head at him, grin turning seductive. ?Precious she is not yet in Tortuga lands, she may remain here as long as she pleases? she purred, voice soft and seductive as appraising glance would be cast of the black and white female seated before their boarders. She would slid past the female, a wink cast her way before moving past Ulrike?s right side, walking around him and then coming to rest to his left, head cocked but now back within her home lands. She was awfully close to the boarders but not beyond them. ?Trespassers are taken to the lord and lady for questioning, guests are treated with respect? she almost chanted in a rather chiding voice, similar to that of a mother scolding her child or teaching a lesson.
?What has brought you to Tortuga darling?? Voice would return to a purr as eyes were cast up and down the woman?s frame. Vi had always been a sucker for woman in white or black yet here was seated a woman adorned in both colors. She was quite exquisite, close to Vi?s own age and held herself with a natural confidence. She was simply stunning, a specimen that left the red woman yearning to collect and put away with the others. She wanted to possess this woman but for now she could sit and chat, play along politely with whatever game the woman would like to play. Hopefully Vi?s presence would make Ulrike wander off, go tattle on her to Kaien most likely. She would squash the need to lash at his face and rip that white pelt from his flesh. One so useless should not be allowed to wear a pelt so exquisite.
Speech!