Both her siblings were growing so fast, Aster taking after their father with his silent brooding, while Dahlia was an annoying version of their mother. She would smirk, weaving a path through the moor, misty curling around her ankles as she moved silently through the  night. She wasnt sure what had kept her awake, but she was restless. Long legs would carry her across her home effortlessly, shoulders rolling and hips swaying. It had been far too long since she had had any excitement in her life, she hadn't even gotten out of the territory very often. Life was boring. She had thought about going around and meeting the new recruits her mother had accepted into the pack, but that got boring fast. The Dauphin drifted towards the border, figuring a midnight run wouldn't hurt anything. Moonlight peeked through the branches, toying with her ebony and silver pelt. Shadows danced untamed, the night eerily silent as the entire earth rested. Paws pressed into the ground silently as she traversed her home. WORDS HERE

He is a creature of the night, and if it wasn't for his albino puppet, he would be completely hidden from peering eyes that lurked within the darkness. Often times he would instruct the little woman to hide out in the bushes so they could be concealed from unwanted visitors, but now that he was in a pack again, he did not care who saw them. He belonged here as much as any other member did, and he would make himself known among the other members. He has just reached the borderline when he stops in his tracks, his massive neck extending outward as he sniffs into the unknown. He missed being out there on his own at times, it was exciting not knowing what was around every corner. He exhales deeply (a sigh) as he turns away from the borders, a large cloud of foggy mist spilling into the air due to his hot breath. It is then that he sees a flash of silver dart from the shadows, and he turns his body toward the shimmer of movement and puffs out his giant chest. Mevia takes her place beside him, her rosy pink nose flaring as she inhales the scent of the stranger. They both come to the conclusion that this is another pack member. "I know you are there, silent one." He cannot hear the stranger but he knows he or she is there because he just saw them run past a few seconds ago. "Why not enjoy some time beneath the moonlight with me, night lurker." He coos in an attempt to persuade the stranger into revealing themself to Mevia and himself.  "Neios" "Mevia"

It was uncommon to pass the scents of other pack members, so she ignored them as she went. That is, until a voice called out to her. She would slow to a halt, ears swiveling as her verdant gaze swept the shadows. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the strangers scent, it was not one she was familiar yet. Turning around, she would weave in and out of the shadows, moonlight toying with the silver in her pelt. Her verdant gaze tipped upward when she finally stood before the stranger. He was taller than expected, as tall as her father. His coat was as black as night while an aura of danger radiated from him. Her gaze would drop only briefly to the pale creature at his side. In would dawn on her that she had seen him at the meeting. Her gaze returned his, verdant clashing with amethyst. A ghost of smirk would tug at dark lips. And who exactly are you? She would inquire, tones curious as a brow lifted in question. Whoever he was, he had evidently been close to her mother, close enough that she had allowed him to sit beside her at the pack meeting. It only furthered her curiosity in wanting to know exactly who he was. Like a light bulb flicking on, she found him eerily familiar. He looked exactly like another man her mother had favored. What was his name? She wracked her brain but came up empty. Questions formed wildly in her mind, though her face remained carefully neutral. WORDS HERE

The sound of light footsteps approaching him fills the silence that accompanies the foggy moor, and within a few seconds, a figure becomes visible within the mist. He takes a courageous step forward as the female's dark facade slips into his sight, and the resemblance she bears is almost breath taking- she looks exactly like Kylar. A wicked smirks curls the corners of his inky lips, the tips of his guillotine like fangs shimmering within the moonlight. How interesting this will be- his first encounter with the 'kings' beautiful daughter. "Neios." He takes a short pause. "Neios Saxe." He finishes his statement with a humorless chuckle, his hungry gaze ravishing her bodice from her toes  to the dark tips on her ears. Despite how much she looked like Kylar, she was very attractive.  "And who might you be, hmmm?" He asks her for her name before she can give it to him on her own, curiosity swarming within the folds of his devious mind. Mevia, the pale figure he has forgotten about, stays by her masters side, ready to jump into action should Neios instruct her to. "Speech"

He would take a step closer, shortening the distance between them to only about two feet. A wicked grin would twist his dark lips, causing a singular brow to lift. His name rolled off his tongue, echoing in her ears. His amethyst gaze ravaged her features, she would nearly feel his gaze over inch of her. She would return the favor, allowing her verdant gaze to cast a lingering inspection over his larger bodice. He would inquire about her name before she could give it. Basanti. Her reply was like honey, dripping easily from dark lips. The glint of the moonlight would shine off his harness, catching her attention almost immediately. Her interest would spike, and without a second though, she take a step closer, invading his personal space. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling the foreign scent of leather and metal. She had moved in an attempt to position her left shoulder in nearly perfect alignment with his own left shoulder, her neck craning to part of the harness that across his shoulder. She would seek to reach out with her nose, wanting to touch one of the spikes. If he didn't move, then the spike would press against her nose, though not hard enough to harm her. Whats this? She would ask, her voice soft, highly curious. With each breath she would inhale more of his masculine scent, her mind steadily turning it into a heady cocktail. WORDS HERE

Her acidic gaze trails along every inch of his body in response to his inspection of her slender body, the smirk that curls his lips lifting slightly. He enjoyed having her return the favor, it wasn't often that he was graced with the presence of such a beautiful young lady. Surely she still had her innocence. How wonderful would it be to tell Kylar he fucked his little girl... His lips twitch at the thought, saliva beginning to build up within his mouth. The thought itself was inciting. 'Basanti' His attention is ensnared by the girl once more as she speaks, and his wild fantasies begin to seep back into the folds of his brain. Basanti... It fit her looks, but did it fit her personality? He would soon find out. She is a courageous creature, she begins to approach him and destroy the space that separates them. She stands inches away from him now, their shoulders aligned with one another as she cranes her neck outward and inspects his harness. Ahh.... So she has never seen a harness before? Before he can say something, she reaches out even farther, the tip of her black nose pressing gently into one of the spikes that litters his harness. He does not dare to move, he feels the impulse to inflict harm on her, but doesn't wish to do it this way. He wants to in another way though... "A harness." He responds simply, his masculine voice booming within the silence that accompanies them. He attempts to turn himself now, wanting to face the girl so their eyes could directly align. He drops his skull down to her level, his nose aiming to dangle directly in front of hers, almost close enough to touch one another. "I took it from some mutt I murdered, claimed he picked it up from this run down building that had supplies for animals humans used to enslave." A deep and humorless chuckle rumbles within his chest, his skull lifting again to his full height. "He didn't need it anymore." Speech,

He didn't move. He remained perfectly still as she approached, allowing her to close the distance between them and press her nose to his harness. He would speak, answering her question with first a single word. It was a harness. She had never seen such a thing before. But soon her was moving, turning so that they once again stood directly before each other. His gaze collided with her own, his cool nose pressing to her own. Despite her tough upbringing, she had still maintained a small portion of her innocence. She still did not know the touch of a man. While it came as a shock, her face remained void of anything but vague amusement. His words echoed in her head, pulling her ears forward. He had murdered someone for the harness. It wasnt really a surprise, he had joined her mothers pack. He even seemed to hold her mothers respect, something that was rarely given. Obviously he wasnt deserving of such an item. She would counter, a smirk twisting her dark lips as she peered up at him, mischief dancing in her gaze. WORDS HERE

She is fairly interested in his harness, and he does not blame her- he too was very interested in it when he first came across it. That is why he /had/ to have it, even if it meant murdering someone to get it. To his surprise she allows his nose to collide with her own, his nostrils flaring as he inhales her alluring perfume. He has not been this close to a female before.. well, a live female that is. He was used to being around his sisters, but they weren't anything like this girl. Most females turned and ran when they saw him, but Basanti... she was interested in him. 'Obviously he wasn't deserving of such an item." An amused chuckle rumbles within his chest in response to her statement, his dark amethyst eyes staring into the acidic depths of her glare. "Obviously not." He coos softly, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to slide across his lips enticingly. He wonders if this girl has killed anything, or anyone, before. "Would you say you are... deserving... of those acidic eyes, Basanti?" This is his way of flirting without knowing it. He doesn't have an ounce of real charm in his body, all he knows is force and brutality due to his mother and father. He is enticed by the alluring gems within her skull. If only he could have them for himself... Or her all together.

He would chuckle, his hot breath washing over her face. Words swirled in her ears as he could only agree. Salmon tongue would caress his lips as he continued to watch her. His question was an interesting one. Was she deserving of her own eyes? Of course. But she wouldn't answer right away. She wasnt about to part with her eyes simply because he coveted them. I am more than deserving. She would coo back, eyes clashing with his defiantly. Are you deserving to keep that harness? Her crown would tip to the side, her smirk twisting into something a little darker, more sinister. Her neck would stretch forth a little more, pressing her nose a little harder against his, jaws clicking shit at the conclusion of her sentence. He intrigued her. She had never met another like him, and she probably never would again. Perhaps it was her lineage that suddenly made her wanting to claim him as her own, to never allow him to leave her sites. Or maybe it was simply the last of her innocence being torn away. WORDS HERE

The monstrosity remains where he is, his enormous bodice staying perfectly still as he gazes down at the ebony and silver woman. She coos her response to him, stating she is more than deserving of her captivating eyes. An aroused smirk graces his ebony lips, and he feels a warm sensation flutter around within his chest. The sensation of desire. Again he laughs at her next statement, he is amused by her bravery and desire to counter his questions with ones of her own. "Why don't you ask the boy I murdered to get it." His lips curl higher to reveal his fangs, the tips of his canines shimmering in the faint moonlight. "Might be hard to find him though, I don't remember where I shit him out." It was a bold statement, but it was true. He had indeed eaten the remains of the dog he had murdered to attain the harness. "And what about you, hmmm? Have you ever killed someone, Basanti?" He is truly curious, because if she had then he would have a better insight on her personality and background. If she was like him in any way... Well, he had a feeling they would get along. The only boundary stopping him would be Kylar, and possibly Cataleya. "Speech"

His lips curled higher in a grin as callous words dropped like stones. If her mother had taught her one thing, it was to never give anything away. If he had hoped to shock her, it was useless endeavor. She had been raised under the careful ministrations of her mother, she had been groomed from day one to take over this pack and lead it just as her was doing. But now he wanted to know if she had ever killed anyone. Not yet. She would murmur softly, almost sounding disappointment. She would be two this year, and she had experienced so little of the world. There were few pleasures she knew of, that even her mother couldn't prepare her for. They had maintained their proximity, she could feel his body heating radiating off him. Unlike him, she did not have a name for the feelings that spread through her veins and spiked her curiosity. Yet, also, unlike him, she had charm, she could sweet talk her way into anything. But now the question was, what was she sweet talking him into? WORDS HERE

Defined muscle pushes against the leather harness that encases his massive figure, his dark pelt blending almost perfectly with the eerie accessory. Amethyst eyes stay locked on the acidic hues of the woman's gaze before him, his ears perked forward in interest as he waits for her response. So... She hasn't killed anyone yet... How... Intriguing. A dark and devilish smile that seems to pull his lips to his ears devours his facial features, his eyebrows narrowing as he turns his gaze away from the girl, and toward unclaimed territory. "Perhaps we should change that..." Demonic lyrics fall from curled lips, saliva building up within his mouth to eerily seep from the corners of his lips. (much like a rabid animal would do) The thought of spilling blood enticed him. "Follow me, if you dare..." And without another word the man slips away from the woman's close proximity, his robust appendages carrying him toward the border and away from the heart of the moor. He expects her to follow him, but if she didn't... well, that was her own damn loss.   -exit neios- "Speech"

ooc- if she follows him we can start a new thread in another territory!

His lips curled back into a devilish grin, his amethyst gaze clashing her own. A smirk toyed with her lips, even as he suggested they change that. Her interest would spike, especially when he turned away from her, moving to leave pack lands behind in favor of unclaimed territory. He would request that she follow, and for a moment she would hesitate. But such a thing was bound to happen sooner or later. Striped legs pulled her after him, her motions fluid as she kept up with ease, moving to walk to his left. A single ear would tip in his direction, as her gaze remained fixated ahead. She said nothing, allowing a comfortable silence to surround them. Nervous excitement sat in her belly, though it was not displayed outwardly, each step landing confidently as she awaited his next instruction. -exit- WORDS HERE