Black Widow
08-25-2014, 05:37 PM
There was no reason to delay, she needed to make herself known to the other packs. She needed to reestablish herself. And the first pack she intended to visit was this one. She stood at the borders, toes teasing the scent markers. Inhaling, she found his scent intoxicatingly familiar. He had made a little visit to her island. Bass. Lips curled into a devious smile. He was nothing special to look at, but he was still a man. Her tail would lash back and forth as darks plans forged in her mind. Unfortunately for him, she liked her man much larger. But there was no reason why she couldn't play games with him, lure him into her trap before her jaws would clamp down on his throat. No. Killing alliances didn't make for a very good reputation. But then again she didn't really care about her reputation. She would tear this world apart if she thought it would benefit her. Silver crown would tip back, letting loose a summons for the pale man. She would begin to move, sashaying back and forth along the border, walking a fine line between trespassing and not. A perpetual smirk toyed with her dark lips as she waited for the man to show his face. She didn't want to speak with anyone else but him, nor did she want anyone else's presence. He had the misfortune of stumbling upon her shortly after she killed the ivory fool on her island, and therefore earning her infatuation. Perhaps it would pass, perhaps it wouldn't. All she knew was he had gotten tangled up in her game with no chance of freeing himself,, unless she cut the strings.
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09-04-2014, 09:35 PM
The voice that called to him was one that shook his memory. He knew that voice, but where from? Ears fully alert and nose quivering, he tried to pick up the girls scent as he made his way to the borders. It was then that he saw her, teasing his border with her toes. Caraleya. It would be a long time until that name would leave his mind, she was rather ingrained on it. The woman was a wrap of darkness and mystery, she was unpredictable and wild. Since their first encounter he had been wary of the islands, but it seemed that she had found her way to his home. Bass eyed the woman, approaching her head on with his own head held high. "Cataleya, what brings you to my borders?" He asked, able to keep his voice strong and have it not quiver. She was a creature of a whole different kind, and he was still rather uneasy around her. But he needed to buck up, she smelled of other wolves. A brow rose, was she now an alpha in these lands? He had heard whispers of a few packs disbanding and leaving Alacrita behind, Indarra thankfully one of them. But Cat did not strike him as a wolf who would settle for being handed something, he had heard the cries of what he still thinks to be her victim. Now that would be a fighter to watch, this bold temptress before him.
09-04-2014, 11:38 PM