OOC: really bad post >.> The demon lounged in the water. It was a little on the warm side, but at least she wasn't roasting to death in the sun. It was the middle of the summer, and with her dark fur, she felt like she was being cooked from the inside out. A horrible feeling. The water was also kind of shallow, as a rather large volume of it had evaporated. But she was still glad that it was there. Some of the areas had been quite deep, but she wanted a lazy relaxing swim, not having to tread water constantly to keep her from drowning. She sighed, she might as well drag herself out. The second that she was out of the water she felt the sun beating down on her body again. The sun was already starting to dry her fur. Obsidian paws padded across the terra as she went in search of somewhere to sleep, she certainly would not sleep out in the open. It was far too hot for that. So she continued, looking for a near by tree, or something, anything. "Speech"

The dark woman had been lounging in the water, attempting to stay cool beneath the scorching summer heat. While her coat was light, it was thick, locking in all the heat, cooking her slowly. The falls had drawn her to this area, but it was occupied when she arrived. Immediately the dark woman became a target. But not one for death. For recruitment. As she rose from the waters, the silver temptress would strike. Sliding from the cool shadows of a tree she would watch the woman. "Damn this heat." While she may be a killer, the woman had social skills, she needed to if she were to lure in her victims. She would stop a respectable distance from the woman, waiting for her reaction. She hoped there would be no battle, it was to hot for that. Perhaps the woman would join her willing. Dark jaws remained parted, tongue lolling out, light pants cooling her off slowly. Tail swayed idly at her hocks, her gaze zeroed in on the woman. Talk like this

She had been minding her own business when the woman's voice filled her ears. She smiled, who was this? She kept on walking, almost as if she was going to ignore the woman. After a short pause she spoke, "Yes, I hate it. And my coat is not exactly perfect for this weather." She kept on going in her straight line before pivoting sharply to face her. She was a beauty. Swathed in grey, black and white. She moved with an agile grace towards the woman, wanting to know her purpose. She stopped, quite close to the grey beauty. Bi-coloured orbs sweeping over her figure. Assessing her. "What brings the damsel out here?" She said a smile upon her lips. Completely fake, but it had been perfected. The look that would normally symbolise love and warmth was nothing. An empty shell that looked real. But she was just an empty shell. Incapable of love or affection. People were her toys, her playthings. And that was what she needed right now. A bit of fun. And this woman looked perfect. "Speech"

The darker woman continued on her path, as though she were going to completely ignore her, but finally she would turn, quickly invading her personal space. But the silver temptress would remain still, her expression cool and collected as always. She could feel those bi colored eyes raking her body, sizing her up. Her own smile would play on dark lips. It was all an act, it always was. She didn't care about this woman, she had no desire to know her life story or anything of the sort. All she wanted was her skill, her potential, her strength. "Looking for the perfect place to call home for my pack." Her crown would tilt ever so slightly to her left, false happiness glittered in her coral eyes. It all looked so real. "And maybe even a few new recruits to join my ranks." A shrug would lift her shoulders, her tones slowly changing to become more serious. But she never let it become to much. She allowed her joy to dance across her features as she assessed the woman for her strengths and possible weaknesses. She nothing more than a mere pawn that could prove to be useful. Thats all anyone ever was to the woman. A pawn, only kept in her presence until their usefulness was gone. And then they disappeared, vanishing from her life, easily forgotten. Talk like this

Sorry for the crap-ness, my muse has vanished but I needed to get this up, muse or no muse

The woman smiled and she resisted the urge to sneer. Where they going to play this game? Fine. But the would play by her rules. When the woman spoke of the pack N?tt began to think. This could be a chance for power, if she did get any, it would be short lived. Most packs were bound to fail. But this could be used in her advantage. She wiped her face of all emotion, "And what, pray tell, would be in it for me?" she asked her voice blank. If this woman wanted to recruit her, there would have to be something in it for her. She did not want this woman using her skills without a reward. "Speech"

No worries ^^ if she decides to join, you can post in the pack meeting and I'll add her to the ranks :)

As the woman spoke, all emotion vanished from her dark and voice. She wanted something in return. It wasn't surprising, there were few in the world that would align themselves with a newly started pack for nothing in return. Slowly her smile would fade into nothing more than a small smirk. This woman played a dangerous game, but could prove to be very useful, so long as she followed her rules. "Power, prestige. I'm in need of those you have the drive to succeed, and the ruthlessness to overcome." She would allow her words to linger thoughtfully. Her ranks were still scarce, desperately needing to be filled. She needed those who could be trusted, who could fill the title of Commander and oversee the rest of the wolves in their training. Talk like this

Ooc: phone post

she nodded ever so slightly as the woman spoke. She would probably start at the bottom, she could bot trust this woman. These were all admirable things, bit she knew that she would not gain these privileges until she proved her worth. She was not so gullible as to think that she would be gifted with power for just saying yes. She looked into the woman's eyes, het expression still emotion less, Well, I see no harm in joining you. Her bi-coloured optics bore into the woman, judging her. Would she be a strong leader? She had better be, she would not pledge herself to the weak. "Speech"