Grabbing the Bull by the Horns

[sloth]

tag [wrath+open]

Heavy footfalls permeated the dense silence of the plains, paws crushing tall blades of grass and pleasing flowers. A large gray form cut through overgrown greenery with ease, not really blending in with his surroundings at all. Sloth didn't give a damn though. He was on a mission, and phase one of said mission did not involve stealth. There would be pleanty of time for crouching and crawling later.

For now, the Makenzie Valley male was searching out the object of his desire. Black nose was pressed firmly to the ground, investigating every nook and cranny he came across. The Chamoru Plains were vast, but surely it couldn't be that hard to find what he wanted. After all, the summer sun was finally setting. The earth was cooling down as evening rolled in, and that meant many grazing animals would dare to emerge from their homes.

Another hunger pain seized up his stomach, causing him to pause in his quest momentarily. This was getting rediculous. Sure, Sloth hadn't eaten in a while. He usually put off such tedious tasks until it was absolutely necessary to complete them. This time he must have waited too long, however, for the nausia and dizziness that resulted from his stomach trying to digest itself was overpowering. All he wanted was a nice big hunk of meat, but apparently he still needed a bit more time for the worst of his hunger to pass.

For the last hour or so he had been out searching for a big bull bison to snack on. It would be anything but an easy catch for a long wolf, but Sloth was dying to taste the succlent meat of a bison. And he didn't want just any bison either. He craved a giant, cantankerous, ornery ol' herd leading bull buffalo. Catching one would pose quite the challenge, something Sloth didn't frequently engage in. Right now he needed the challenge though, because he stomach craved only the best. What could possibly be better than such a fine speciman of buffalo?

Giving his pelt a rough shake, the brute continued foreward again. The pain had subsided again, for now. There was no doubt it would eventually be back. Hopefully the worst of it was over though, and for the next few hours he would be able to complete his hunt in piece. Of course, it would be nice if he could at least find the blasted scent he was looking for. For as big and easy to spot as bison were, Sloth was having a lot of trouble locating a few. In fact, the familar scent of another wolf hit his nares long before the sweet smell of bison ever did.

With a low growl, the brute halted himself once again. His claws dug into the earth as he slowly turned his large frame to face whoever had just intruded on his private time. It was bad enough Wrath had wormed her way into his overly dangerous, overly complicated hunt. If whoever it was wasn't careful, he or she may just end up Sloth's next meal instead of the bison. He wasn't above having another wolf as a snack, that's how hungry he was. Of course, canine didn't quite taste as good as oversized cow. If not his next meal, maybe this newcomer could be of assistance instead. After all, wolves hunted better in packs.

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[astar]

The grasses of the Charmoru lay in all their golden splendor, not even disturbed by the wind until a rather heavy object brushed against them. Black paws blurred through the vegetation of the Charmoru Plains, going perhaps faster than they had ever gone before. These paws belonged to a young Gray wolf female named Astar, and why, you may wonder, was she traveling at such an exceptional rate? Well, that was a question that had yet to discover its answer.

It could be because Astar wanted to find her packmate, join in a hunt, and catch something other than a stupid rabbit or the occasional large bird, or maybe it was because she wanted something better to do than to sit in that godforsaken field all day and hold a staring contest with wolves that she barely even knew. So now, Astar was on complete autopilot, her tongue lolling out of the side of her maw as she ran onward. Her stomach gave a very loud and very audible growl, but she paid no attention to it. She was not going to stop until she found the brute.

But stop Astar did, for the running was taking a severe blow to her physical stats . Easier terms? Running was putting a severe strain on her body. But she would have stopped, however, for what she smelled next. The strong scent of bison hit her nostrils. She glanced around to see where it could possibly be coming from, but could see nothing. The first thing that her eyes did land on, however, was a gray shape in the corner of her sight field, Great, she'd found the male. Now for a little persuasion time.

She walked up to the male, not even acknowledging that he was about to hunt. Astar stood next to the brute and spoke in a low undertone, much like a murderer's voice before taking a life, except her voice was nowhere near as threatening. "If you are planning on hunting, brute, there is a strong scent of bison around the area. Now, I think we both know that bison are no easy targets to take down, so I suggest you let me help you. We may not be able to take one down, but working together may produce far better results." Astar drew slowly from the brute's side and instead stood right in front of his line of vision. "And one more thing... saying yes would be the wise choice." she hissed through clenched teeth.

Astar suddenly remembered the Red female who had spat the most revolting words that you could ever hear at her the moment that she arrived. Her eyes narrowed in digust as she thought of the good-for-nothing bitch. Her comment about finding a new name for Astar had really pissed the black female off, and a pissed off Astar was not a pleasurable Astar to be around. If that female and her ever met up again, it would be no happy little playtime experience, that was to be predicted.

[wrath]

Hidden from view, a voice snarled at Astar’s untimely entrance. “You fucking asshole!” Wrath hissed with such vigor and intensity. “You’ll alert anything that's out there to our presence with all your obnoxious yapping! Get out of here bitch, we don’t need your help!” Internally, Wrath’s wrath began to roar, flare, boil, and rise. This Astar character had only been with the group a couple of minutes, an hour at the very most. Yet the red she wolf was already about to claw the femme’s eyes out then work her way shredding the rest of the body up to unrecognizable pieces. The hackles lining the wolf’s back were raised to their maximum height. Grey optics were so frozen and hard, just like their owner’s heart. Astar was pushing Wrath too far over the limit. If things continued, everyone would know just what she was capable of. Though she may be small, the femme had a temper and a punch. Great things come in small packages, as the saying goes.

Wrath had appeared far earlier than Astar had, seeing as she had left earlier. Wrath had talked to Sloth and found out what kind of game he was really going for. She called the fool out as well, though her reaction was a tad more amused than Astar’s. In the end, Wrath had agreed to help take down one of the bison. Her hunger was too great to ignore anymore, and the meal would indeed be a great one and well worth the effort. It was agreed upon that Sloth would do the initial work by getting the bull injured enough so that Wrath could go in for the kill. The two, mainly Wrath, figured that was how things would work out best. Now with the black bitch coming onto the scene things would have to be changed. Actually, no they wouldn’t. Wrath would bluntly refuse to work with her. Astar would simply have to leave. Wrath was here first, anyhow.

Growling, the red she wolf glared at Astar from her sitting position in the grass. A twitch in her right eye was beginning to develop as well. “And you leaving would be a far wiser choice.” Wrath countered with a disgruntled growl. Once more, her blackened lip curled back as the silent snarl formed. At a whispered choice of words from Astar’s lips, Wrath’s eyes narrowed. “Good luck trying to take me out, fool.” She hissed in return. The hackles had lowered themselves a tad, but the black femme’s words had her hackles fully extended again. There was no way in hell Astar would ever take Wrath down. Never, ever in a million bazillion years. Wrath had her ways.

[sloth]

Sloth grunted, one aud twitching as a fly buzzed past. Pale green eyes narrowed as they cross-examined the figure before him. Female voices floated all around him, though he paid them very little mind. Instead he was trying to figure out what to make of the Grey femme. His large, lazy figure must have held quite the appeal, fore he had been followed by both of the Knave's femmes. Poor Ardemu had been lusting after the both of them, and here Sloth was having them practically begging to eat out of his paws. How was he ever supposed to say know to a couple of ladies, even ones whose personalities were actually quite the turn off for him?

"Do you two ever shut up?" he finally barked. The hate between the two faes was quite palpable. For Sloth it was a distraction. How was he supposed to figure out the best way to down a bison if the ladies were planning on scaring 'em away? Thinking when it was totally silent was enough of a challenge. He didn't want to expend the extra effort. "Yappin' don't kill bison.

It was just his luck that Astar was the one to find him. It was annoying enough that Wrath had exploited his chivalry. Now he'd have to deal with another female, which meant once again that he would be saying yes to whatever was asked of him despite his want of saying no. The poor boy just couldn't say no to a pretty face. He was nothing but puddy in the paws of a fae. If one ordered him to kill, he'd do it in a heart beat. If one requested he stop, he'd slam on the breaks. And if one told him to f*** her senseless, well, who was he to deny her satisfaction?

A small smile curled his maw at that thought. Here he was this big strong brute surrounded by two pretty little ladies. Granted, Astar wasn't tiny like Wrath, but he did have her by a few inches. As forceful and demanding as they both were (which was definately not how Sloth liked his women - he prefered the damsel type), he'd definately be willing to oblige if either of them, or even both of them, wanted a little extra fun after the hunt. Wouldn't that just take the cake, Sloth getting both femmes before his new boss ever laid a claw on them. And if he somehow managed them both at once, well, maybe the others would realize he definately wasn't as stupid as he came off to be. Now there was a sweet thought. What could be better than two femmes helping to take care of his every need?

The sharp scent of buffalo distracted the silver tinted male from his fantasey. Instantly his senses were on full alert as he tried to pinpoint the herd. It wouldn't be that hard to find the bull, the lead male. All they had to do was find the biggest, meanest one of the bunch. Then, with Sloth's strenght, Wrath's speed, and whatever Astar could contribute... Sloth could practically taste the juicy meat already. Now if only the faes would quit despising each other long enough for him to fill his belly.

[astar]

Speak of the devil... Astar's brown orbs narrowed in disgust as the female came out of wherever she had been hiding and spat angry words at Astar. The black female didn't listen too intently, for she usually rolled with any insults that came at her, but every use of a swear word made her brows narrow further and further in annoyance. When the Red female was done spewing ignorance and hatred, Astar stood up, cleared her throat, and spoke. "First of all, do you ever shut the hell up?" she snapped, giving out an audible snarl.

"Do this, do that... god, you freaking sound like my mother.You're giving me one hell of a headache with all that yapping." Astar paused and sighed before continuing. "And I think that you're the asshole, hiding in the bushes like a total coward. Why don't you come and face us like I know you can?" God, this female really pissed Astar off. Made her want to vomit right in the female's ravishing-looking face. "And why fight me if you know that I'm going to win? You're even stupider than I thought." Claws dug into the earth as Astar fought to keep herself from springing at the female.

"You honestly think that I'm gonna believe this peice of crap about you fighting me? Hah. Why, a little midget like you wouldn't stand a chance. Go play somewhere else." Astar circled the female in a threatening manner, teeth bared. Her cruel fun was only just beginning. It was so easy to tick this bitch off. "I killed my own mate once when he betrayed me. Don't underestimate me. And I've been an alpha before, so needless to say I have a hell of a lot more authority than you do." Astar smirked. She had a one-of-a-kind history, and if Astar wasn't planning on waving that in the female's face then hedgehogs could go and grow wings.

Any female with half an ounce of sense in their head would know that they stood no chance in a fight against Astar. Obviously, this female was different. I've preyed on rabbits bigger than that. Astar mused to herself, a genuine smirk decorating her maw. Suddenly, a few choice words coming from Sloth's mouth hit Astar's ears, making them twitch for the smallest of seconds. Fighting caught no food? Hah. Like the two females were even focusing on food at the moment. "I couldn't agree more, actually." Astar spat, her words sugary sweet but coated all over with acid. "It's not my fault that some wolves around here are acting like total retards. "

Without warning, Astar spun around to face the female. Her claws dug into the earth and her muscles bunched as she perpared to spring at the arrogant female. Bring it, bitch... Astar inwardly snapped, the corners of her mouth curling upward and revealing her canines as Astar emitted a sharp snarl. She could care less about food right now. This was her battle to win.

(OOC: Allowing minor powerplaying in your next post, Silvie.)

[wrath]

When a quite audible bark rang through the air, Wrath gave a sniff and turned her nose to the air and away from Astar. She was better than the other fea, no question. Sloth had a rather good point, she did have to admit. Wrath was here to hunt, not argue. It appeared as if she were doing the latter, more, however. Internally, she grumbled and griped about Astar intruding on the two’s mission. Perhaps Sloth and Wrath could just leave her in the dust and be rid of her that way. It seemed like the most likely bet. Eyeing Sloth, Wrath’s muzzle became distorted in disgust. His mind could easily be read. “Throw that thought away. It’ll never happen.” The Red she wolf spat with as much venom as she could muster. Males! They think without the use of their brain. She thought sourly before giving a snort.

"First of all, do you ever shut the hell up?

Sloth went on high alert causing Wrath to do the same. It was obvious Sloth was on to something. When Astar’s voice slithered into her ears like a wet, slimy, piece of filth, Wrath turned her keen eyes onto the black female once more. Sweetly, Wrath merely smiled at Astar. Obviously the femme could not hear the own words leaving her muzzle, which needed to be concealed shut permanently. Astar yapped far more than little Wrath did. Mentally, and physically, Wrath gave a mighty sigh, Oie, I’m the one giving her a headache? Geez, I can barely hear myself think over her consistent, never ending chatter. “For your information, peabrain, this is a hunting trip. Wolves do tend to hide in the grass if they so can. You know. So they don’t scare off all the bloody prey.” Wrath retorted in a hiss. When Astar accused Wrath of being stupider simply because she knew she was going to win, the red wolf gave another mighty sigh. Was everyone on this continent going to underestimate her?

Peering at Sloth, she eyed him for a moment. He had not underestimated her, or rather; he had not underestimated her to the best of her knowledge. Points to the lazy ass. She concluded with a roll of her grey hued orbs. When Astar continually challenged the femme, Wrath growled though kept her self calm. This was surprising for her; though, she had other plans on her agenda. Fighting to prove her self could wait until later. Right now, meat was the more important thing. Flicking her ear, Wrath licked her muzzle. One word in particularly really rang out in Wrath’s ears and mind. Each time the word struck, the twitch in her eye struck.

Hanging her head, Wrath completely ignored the fact that the larger female was circling her. Wrath had nothing to worry about. Her smaller frame gave her a good advantage, even for sneak attacks. Looking ahead, she scanned the plains for the source of the scent. The bison were within a good distance. The sooner she ditched Monologue over there, the sooner she’d have nourishment in her belly and blood around her muzzle. “Quite frankly, I don’t care about your past, nor am I interested in sharing mine with you. So, please. Spare me. Second, you have absolutely no authority over me, and never will. Lastly, you really ought to follow your own advice and not underestimate me.” Finished with that, Wrath snorted and began to pad off in the direction from where the scent of buffalo came strongest.

Astar suddenly jumped the gun and pushed herself in front of Wrath looking down at her. Wrath simply gazed up for a moment before smiling. Without warning, the little she had forced her smaller head between the front legs of Astar. Pushing up and over with all the force she could muster, Wrath soon had the she wolf, Astar, upon her side, the black she wolf’s muzzle in her own. The Red wolf had positioned herself so that her length was parallel to the other femme’s. Wrath clamped down harder on Astar’s muzzle. Red wolves were known for having a good bite force and this prove it. Holding her in place, Wrath lowered her hind quarters ever so slightly. While Astar’s muzzle was shut and no longer posing a threat, Wrath did the unimaginable. A yellow liquid came squirting from under Wrath. It rained down onto Astar’s side seeping deep into her pelt and clinging to her fur, staining her skin. It was a scent that would take nearly 100 good washings to remove.

“Consider yourself claimed.” Wrath whispered letting go of Astar’s muzzle and jumping off. Padding away again, she signaled to Sloth with a flick of her tail. “Come on, we’ve got a business to attend to.” The entire time she walked away from the no doubt confused and pissed Astar, Wrath couldn’t help but smirk. Her stunt was quite the slap in the face, no doubt. It was a sweet memory that Wrath would be boasting about until the day she dies.

[sloth]

Sloth shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, a slight heat creeping up his neck. Was his lazy mug seriously that easy to read? Or was the red wolf just that perceptive? Because the brute had not wanted the ladies to know what he'd been thinking. Sure, thoughts of a threesome were somthing he'd boast about if he were around other fellas. In front of femmes, however, he knew the thoughts were as unbecoming as the blush made invisible by his thick fur. Unless talking dirty, it was rude to tell a fae exactly what he wanted to do to her... in graphic detail. Besides, it was much more fun to actually take her to heaven than simply describe it.

"Forgotten," he muttered sourly, reclining on his haunches. Might as well sit down and relax, since it seemed like they wouldn't be hunting any time soon. The scent of bison tickled his nares, coaxing a low rumble from his stomach as he moistened his lips with soft, pink tongue. "Damn bitch fight better be worth it," he continued irratibly, watching the females through narrowed eyes. "I'm friggin' hungry." His words weren't exactly loud, but the others would probably hear him reguardless. That is, if they stopped listening to the sounds of their own voices for a few minutes.

In truth, the large Mack. Valley male was actually looking foreward to watching the two lovely ladies have a go at each other. The only thing that would possibly make the situation more perfect was if the ground had been muddy, left soggy by an earlier rain. The sight of two gorgeous creatures tussling in mud... That smile of his was back as he felt a tingling throb in his lower abdomen. Okay, so maybe he was that readable. Damn bitches. 'Great Sloth. Now you're hungry and horny. Why'd it have to be these two that followed me?'

He ignored the majority of the conversation, watching the red and grey wolves carefully. He was thankful that this time Wrath was too caught up in her counter attack to scold him again for his silent train of thought. It meant he could gawk at the tense frame of Astar, pondering the feel of her body harshly writhing against his. He could also seek pleasure in Wrath's light frame, watching the way she forced herself onto Astar with total awe. The way she rolled over the much larger femme and got much too close for comfort. This battle was definately more exciting than the stalement that was still probably going on between Zenderlin and Atreyu. That fight hadn't involved one female squirming on top of another, and his filthy mind took a while to realize what exactly it was Wrath had done to Astar.

As the scent of urine hit the air, the boy had to actually do a double take. Had Wrath really just pissed on the black female? Green orbs were wide as he rose to his feet, padding towards them for a closer look. Astar's scent was definately heavily fused with that of Wrath's, and the Red Wolf's words confirmed it. Sloth couldn't help but bark out a laugh, his head shaking back and forth lightly in amusement. "That bitch got owned!" There was no way in hell the boys would believe this, at least, not until they got a wiff of the freshly perfumed Astar. The brute definately had to give props to Wrath. She was definately one clever little bitch.

“Come on, we’ve got a business to attend to.”

Wrath's lyrics floated from her retreating figure, causing the brute to chuckle again. He stared at Astar for a long moment before turning and padding after the smaller femme. No point in sticking around now that round one had had a decisive victor. To the victor goes the spoils, and since that was currently Wrath he felt more obliged to her. Maybe if Astar won round two she'd get his help. For now he sidled up to Wrath, a few paces behind her and slightly to her left. His height advantage placed his muzzle right near her ear though, and with a cocky smirk he murmered into it. "Whatever you wish, darlin'. Whatever you wish." He meant it too. The dumb brute would do just about anything for a pretty face, and since Wrath's was the one still standing he was all hers until a better distraction came along.

[astar]

(OOC:Warning! This post contains a brief moment of strong language.)

Can this female get any stupider? So thought Astar as the female, rather predictably, shot back insults right at Astar. Holly cow, this bitch has temper issues. Astar thought, though she didn't dare to say it out loud. Any wolves that dared to mouth off to Astar soon found themselves in a bad situation, if I daresay myself. This female seemed to have no idea how deep of a hole she was burying herself into. She was really ticking Astar off, and it really didn't take that much to tick Astar off.

But in all truth, her insults were downright laughable. Astar had to inwardly stop herself from rolling her eyes as the female went on and on about how they were hunting and she absolutely had to conceal herself, yadda yadda yadda. Astar did, however, allow a small yawn to escape her maw as the bitch droned on and on. God, this female bored Astar to death. Sounded like an old schoolteacher with all her rambling. "Well, dimwit, seeing as there's absolutely no prey items around here, I would have to say that you... What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Astar cried as the stupid female literally went and shoved her head right between Astar's legs.

"Whatever you're doing, it would be wise of you to stop." Astar said quietly, her voice calm but her tone indicating that this was Wrath's last chance to stop fooling around, this was the calm before the storm. But the stupid bitch didn't stop. In fact, she went a little over the edge with proving herself to Astar. She shoved her muzzle as hard as she could into Astar's underside, forcing the black female to flip over. Then, she stood over Astar and practically took a chunk of her muzzle.

"Freaking let go of me!" Astar yelled, though it was rather muffled through her snout literally getting clamped shut by the Red female. When several minutes passed and nothing happened, Astar tried again, with more authority in her voice than before. "I said let go of me, you lousy, good-for-nothing bitch!" Astar snarled with hatred as the female kneeled a little too close for comfort. She had told the arrogant bitch to suck it up and get lost, and she had expected the female to follow the order. Sure, she hadn't exactly been nice about it.

But when the female practically tap-danced on her last nerve, needless to say that was the final straw for Astar. She had been pushed far enough, and Astar was not an easy wolf to push. In fact, it was usually her that was doing all the pushing. But now, she had been defeated by a female that was at least five inches smaller than her, if not more. Suddenly, Astar was quite quickly snapped out of her thought process as the strong scent of urine hit the air. Astar's body gave an involuntary jerk as the nauseating scent hit her nostrils in frequent waves.

She'd never been a fan of that smell, and who would be, in her opinion? It was the... suddenly, Astar noticed with a jerk that the repulsive liquid was soaking into her pelt. She... she didn't... did she? She better not have done what I think she just did. Astar spat inwardly. Astar growled softly as the bitch finally released her, but made no move to attack... yet. The black female had to have evidence. She then dared herself to slowly let her gaze drift downward. There it was. The urine was soaking into her pelt, the smell almost overwhelming her. But it didn't make Astar lose her senses.

The female's body recoiled and formed a sharp "U" shape as a sharp snarl emitted from her muzzle. "What the f**k?!" Astar spat, her eyes blazing fire. "You bitch. You f**king little bitch. Just for that, you earned a one-way ticket to hell from me." Astar emitted another snarl at the female's remark, and it only grew louder when the male added his own sarcasm to the situation. "Oh, shut it, assholes." she hissed at them. These wolves were getting on her last nerve, and she half hoped that Ardemu would appear out of nowhere to beat some sense into them. But that was not the case, unfortunately. As the pair turned to leave, Astar finally decided that she'd pay the female back for her stupid little stunt.

Not physically, but mentally. She would offer to go on the hunt, and persist until they finally gave in. "You know, female..." Astar spoke, her voice calm but holding a thousand different emotions beneath it. "That was awfully bold of you, pulling a little stunt like that on me. But I'm not going to fight you about it. No, not in the least. And to be honest, I don't give a damn about what you think of me." Astar sighed, grinding her teeth together for what she was about to say next. "To pay you back for that, you're not going hunting without me. No matter what you say, I'm going." And with that, Astar planted her rump firmly in the grass, signaling that she was not going to leave, no matter what the Red bitch said.

Astar watched the female and the lazy lump that called himself a wolf. There seemed to be a sort of odd romance going on between the two of them, though Astar would not dare to speak of this fact out loud. They make a bit of an odd couple, needless to say. Astar smirked inwardly. The male was a good deal taller and, she dared to think, lazier than the red female, and didn't have her fiery temper. In fact, he was the mellowest wolf that she had met so far. The female seemed to be a good fighter, and that was the only thing that seemed to be a good quality with the bitch. Astar smirked. If that bitch was my mate, I'd curse her a thousand times over and leave her for good. Astar thought.

Hell, she would curse that bitch a thousand times either way. But enough rambling to herself. Astar got up from her uncomfortable sitting position and once more circled the female in a threatening manner. "You won't always have Jumbo around to protect you." she hissed. "So when that day comes, I suggest that you watch your back... 'cause I'll be chewing on it." Oh, rest assured, Astar would be. The former alphess always got what she wanted sooner or later.

With that, she turned, flounced a few inches away from the group, and started sniffing for the fresh scent of bison, or at least someplace where she could wash the repulsive scent off of her fur. She found the later first, in the form of a small creek at the northerly edge. She waded into it, staying right in the center of the body of water until all but a faint trace of the scent washed off. The urine was still fresh on her coat and hadn't quite sunk into her fur yet, so it was relatively easy to wash off. She then waded out of the creek and shook herself mightily before padding back over to the group and casting a smug smirk in the bitch's direction.

With her small trip to the cleaner's done, Astar continued to sniff around for the scent. She was going to go on that hunt, no matter how many foul words the female spat at her. And after the meal, the Red female would get a good dose of butt-whipping from Astar. It was all a matter of waiting and planning.

[wrath]

"Whatever you wish, darlin'. Whatever you wish."

At Sloth’s words, Wrath couldn’t help the smug smile that crossed her muzzle. He may prove useful in times to come later, though somehow, Wrath believe he was one of those brute who went with the flow of things. When the tide changed, he went with it no questions asked. No matter. If I so need his help, I’ll simply have to be the changing factor of whatever current tide has him caught. The screams of shock and anger echoed in the surrounding area. Wrath prayed that the buffalo were out of reach from their vibrations. However, she really could not help but keep the smug look she wore planted upon her face. What she had done was defiantly the highlight of her life, for now.

Astar babbled on and on about pointless things. From there, she proceeded to sat upon her large rump saying she was going no where else. Wrath paused for a moment and turned back to look at Astar with her brow raised. Already she and Sloth was a good couple of meters away. “Suit yourself. Stay there.” Smiling, she returned to her normal brisk trot in the direction from whence the scent of buffalo came strongest. Astar then continued her random and supposedly threatening circling around Wrath and Sloth. The she wolf’s red furred ear flicked in annoyance. Really. She calls her self evil and badass. I’ve seen chipmunks more badsass than her. Wrath thought with a snort and a roll of the eyes. “That's fine. I don’t need Jumbo around to protect me anyhow.” The red wolf said with a large yawn.

Wrath was and was not amused at the same time. She was amused by the fact that Astar seemed to think she could won Wrath, just like that, with a snap of a twig. The thought made her muzzle curl up in a smile, completely ignoring the circling black wolf and padding straight on without stopping. What she wasn’t amused by was how annoying and infuriating Astar was. Astar’s comeback about her chewing on Wrath’s back had the female in a fit of laughter that did actually make her stop. The poor she wolf was about to collapse to the ground before she eventually regained her composure. “Is that really, the best you can come up with?!” Wrath roared and burst out laughing once more. “Oh wow. Hehe. Wow.” Snorting into a couple of snickers, Wrath finally pulled herself completely together. However, every couple of seconds she would begin to laugh, then would fight the urge and quite down. A rather large and amused smile became her expression which only brightened even more the second Astar left. “Now what was that about her not going to leave us, Jumbo?” Wrath asked sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

Before the black she wolf could return, Wrath stopped as her eyes finally found the prize of the hunt. “Finally. I was beginning to wonder,” she murmured and dropped to the ground signaling Sloth to do the same with the flick of her tail. Searching through the group, Wrath picked out the wisest choice to go after. Since there seemed to be neither lame buffalo nor any children to prey on, Wrath went with the next best. “See that smaller male over there to the right? Go for him. He’s on the very out skits of the herd, so you should be able to lead him right and take him further away from the others. Just as soon as you get him either injured enough or brought down, I’ll step in and go for the kill.” The fact Astar wasn’t even there to help with the hunt never crossed her mind. Wrath smirked. Things were going, mostly, according to plan. Soon, Sloth and Wrath would have quite the feast laid out before them. Afterwards would be the dessert. The blood of a wolf that should have been killed a birth, and it wasn’t Wrath or Sloth.

[sloth]

permission to pp granted.

Blah blah blah blah blah. The sounds of female voices were nothing but background chatter to the brute. Highly annoying background chatter, in fact. Astar felt the need to speak every little thought that popped into her head aloud, making far more noise than was necessary. Wrath wasn't doing much to help the situation either. In fact, the Red wolf was doing a fine job of causing the black femme to rant more.

With an annoyed grunt, he kept his focus off the women. If they were going to be of no use then fine. He could track a bison on his own. Well, he could if present company would shut up long enough for the prey to settle down. The scents and sounds of buffalo were constantly shifting around him, rarely fully coming from only one direction. Their leader was on the alert, and one false move would probably cause a stampede. Then again, there could be a bit of fun with a herd of stampeding buffalo. Sloth would just have to make sure he stayed out from under foot. Then he could feast on whatever destruction they caused.

Sloth only paused in his ambling stried when the black colored fae began to circle them again. A brow rose in question, for he found nothing threatening in the gesture. He wasn't the one that had done anything wrong, and honestly he thought such an action was nothing more than a waste of energy. Why walk in circles when it was much quicker to walk in a straight line? His shoulders shrugged lightly at the thought.

For a long moment he just stood there, waiting patiently for an opening to continue on his way. The brute still paid little attention to the insults that were flying. By now it'd grown so old and dull that he was even losing interest in his fantasies. His appetite for food was definately much stronger than his appetite for sex. Besides, the two faes seemed more interrested in ripping each other to shreads than they did his sexy bod. Why waste energy dwelling on the improbably?

As the conversation casually shifted focus onto him, however, Sloth did take the time to tune in. Pale green eyes narrowed slightly as he looked Astar to Wrath and back again? "It's Sloth, not Jumbo," he muttered with the faintest hint of annoyance. It wasn't enough to make him actively join in the dispute. It just seemed like an appropriate time to finally reveal his name. Surprisingly, he'd glazed over that minor detail upon joining with the Knaves.

Wrath earned a funny look from the grey hued brute when she erupted into laughter shortly after. His head tiltled to one side and briefly he glanced at Astar in hopes of her holding an answer. Had the Red femme lost all her marbles? What in heaven's name did she find so funny? This time Sloth paid close attention to what the smaller femme had to say in hopes of receiving a few answers. It wasn't much help though, for apparently he'd missed the comment that had evoked such a reaction. Sloth simply grunted in compliance as he watched Astar disapear to try and clean up. "Good riddance," he mumbled again, glad to finally have some peace.

Well, Sloth thought he'd have gotten some piece now that the more vocal of the two faes were gone. That just wasn't the case though. Wrath had regained control of herself and was suddenly barking orders at him. It took a few minutes for his brain to catch up to the sudden shift in attitude, and even longer for him to process what exactly was going on. "Sloth," he finally repeated after realizing he'd been called "Jumbo" again. Then he complied and sunk into the grass, stalking foreward ever so slowly. The brute never said no to an order.

He gaze fell upon what was by far the largest bison of the herd, a cocky smile worming its way onto his lips as he thought of the possibilities. That would have been one fine kill if successful. Unfortunately, his little female friend had other ideas. With a bit of a whiney grunt and turned to locate the one Wrath had singled out. Then, with a silent nod of his head he began the hunt. It never once occured to him that they had completely left Astar in the dust. He was simply following orders, knowing it was in his best interest to not further anger the red wolf.

Slowly but surely he made his approach, advancing in an arch that brought him behind the heard. His plan was simple. He would cause a stampede. Wrath was well out of their way, so spooking them into charging off would have little consequence to the two wolves. Then, with a bit of luck he would be able to steer their intended target in an opposite direction. Bringing it down would be harder, but he had faith that the female would know when to come to his aide and finish the job.

Once in position, he hesitated a moment. He silently scanned the herd, making sure he hadn't caused too much disturbance. His large frame was definately troublesome to conceal, especially when he wasn't exactly light on his feet. Still, when he was content that all was well, Sloth charged. Like a rocket he shot from the brush, a loud cry ringing from his maw. The bison were sent into a frenzy, herd mentality taking over as the reacted to his bark. Like clockwork they all began to run, headed in the opposite direction he had come.

Throwing on the breaks, he skidded in his turn as he made a beeline for the small bison Wrath had selected. He was right in its path as it attempted to follow its family. With a lunge towards the creature's face, that was all it took to spook the bison into running in a new direction. Sloth was not fast enough to keep towards the front of the creature, so instead he fell back and began to nip and bite at the creature's rear legs. Several times he tore away strips of hair and flesh, the taste of fresh blood egging him on. One well timed bite caused the buffalo to stumble, and with a surge of speed Sloth was upon the young male. He threw all of his weight into the beat's side, further aiding in its tumble. That was all the cue Wrath needed. From out of no where the red wolf came flying. Fangs glistened as she went in for the kill, and in a matter of minutes the scent of fresh blood tainted the floral aroma of nature. Wrath had hit the jugular, and those the bison struggled to hang onto its life death was inevitable.

Disengaging himself from his hold on the beast's side, Sloth took a deep sniff and eyed their handy work. "Excellent!" The cheer had barely left his maw by the time he'd started digging into the warm flesh. He barely chewed, swallowing large chunks of savory meat whole. His stomach was quite pleased with the meal, and if he were not careful he would probably eat himself sick. As he gorged himself, he paid absolutely no attention to Wrath or the approaching form of Astar. His mind had been given a new focus now, and the females meant absolutely nothing to him. Right now his only thoughts concerned his meal.

[astar]

Is this female bipolar? The black female had to wonder as the Red bitch shifted moods drastically again. Astar sighed and rolled her eyes at the female's hysterics, trying to ignore the sarcastic words that fell from her maw. If this female wanted to be a complete ass to everybody, then she could be Astar's guest, as far as she was concerned. She calls herself dangerous and then breaks down in a giggle fit. Ooh, I'm so scared. Astar smirked inwardly.

Did this female really think that she was a threat to anyone? Just spare us the theatrics and admit it already.... you don't exactly put fear into people's hearts. Astar thought, allowing a small smirk to cross her maw. Astar had a huge height advantage over this female,well, by a few inches, anyway, so why was the bitch so intent on fighting her? I thought she had more brains than that. Astar thought, smirking once more. In her head, her brain was already planning out the fight, how she alone would triumph, but her brain seemed to be arguing with itself.

Kill the bitch, don't kill the bitch, kill the bitch, don't kill the bitch... Over and over these words repeated in her mind, looping themselves over each other and getting tangled so helplessly that there was absolutely no right decision and Astar, for the life of her, could not tell which action to take. If she left the arrogant female alive, that meant facing more insults, but if she killed the Red female, it probably wouldn't score well with Ardemu, and she'd probably be kicked out of the little band that she had worked so hard to get into.

No, she'd leave the female alive... for now, at least. In Astar's mind, this bitch should have died at birth, but too late. The world had to suffer through her pathetic existence, instead of dealing off with it in the first place. I won't hurt the little bitch. I'll just rip a few clumps of her fur out and give her a few nasty scratches. That'll teach her not to mess with me. Astar chided herself inwardly, but she was suddenly snapped out of her thought process by the gray lazy brute saying that his name was Sloth, not Jumbo. Jokes and sarcasm must be a foreign language to him. she laughed inwardly.

Astar finally had the urge to speak up. "It was a joke, moron." she hissed. "Or is that word not in your highly extensive vocabulary?" The black female smirked inwardly, this male was just as stupid as the Red female. "And no one cares what your name is, dumbass." she muttered to herself. As yet more words poured from the female's maw, Astar rolled her eyes again. "Shut the frick up." she hissed at the bitch. This female was irking Astar in ways that she had never been irked before, and for that, she was going to pay...

Astar was once again snapped out of her thought process by the female talking to Sloth about which one to take down. Astar sighed heavily. "I'm still alive back here, you know.." she growled softly, but they paid no attention to her. Am I invisible to them? she thought inwardly, but before she could speak up and- persaude- them to let her help Sloth, there was a great bellowing and stamping of hooves, and the next thing Astar knew, there was a dead bull bison laying at their feet. A rather bewildered Astar's orbs darted from the dead bison to Sloth, and then back again. No way did he take that down all by himself. No way...


Astar's eyes were all admiration as she inched closer to the carcass. This male was stronger than Astar had orginally thought. Then again, she had orginally thought him to be nothing more than a lazy lump. I have underestimated him. Astar thought, shaking her head as she thought about all of the cruel words that she had spat at him. Astar bowed her head almost to the ground before inching foward once again. At first, she hung back, ears lowered and tail between her legs, a little reluctant to eat food that she had not caught herself.

But then, she realized that Sloth hadn't caught the bison just so they could gawk at it. It was their next meal, and they should enjoy it. But suddenly, her eyes darted in the direction of the Red female. Maybe I'll have myself a little snack before I finish off this big fellow. Astar thought. Inside her mind, her darkest side and her normal side were having a conflict with themselves. Kill her, Astar, kill her... now, while you still have a chance. it hissed at her. Astar refused inside of her head, reminding herself that eating a pack member was probably not the most sensible thing to do at a time like this.

Astar wandered over to the carcass, the scent of fresh blood almost overwhelming her. But it didn't. Breathing through her nose normally, Astar clamped her teeth onto a leg and pulled hard. With a couple of good tugs, Astar finally got it free. Scarlet drops scattering everywhere, Astar sat down to enjoy her meal. But wait. Astar's orbs once again glided over to the bitch that called herself a wolf. This is what I'm going to do to you after my meal. She smirked, then clamped her muzzle down as hard as she could.

With a loud cracking sound, the leg split right in two, dropping like a ragdoll out of Astar's mouth. With a satisfactory grin and a smirk in the bitch's direction, she sat down to finish her meal. Sharp teeth scraped against the hard surface as she gnawed the meat off of the bones and then proceeded to tackle the wholesome marrow. And afterwards, she would teach that female to shudder at the very mention of her name. Like I've said before, Astar always got what she wanted.

(OOC: Blah, crappy post. I suppose that it's decent enough, but I have absolutely no muse with her today.)

[ardemu]

Ardemu watched from the brush as Wrath and Astar yapped at each other pointlessly. At first, he had been set on revenge for their blatant stupidity. But this was far more entertaining than anything he had planned for them. The only thing that would make it better was if the situation turned to violent; but alas, it seemed as if things were only starting to simmer down. Damn it. Why aren’t they trying to rip each other limb from limb? he inquired, furrowing his brow with irritability. It was enough that he was forced to babysit these femmes every day now. Why shouldn’t he get some entertainment out of it all, especially with everything he did for the band? It was his superior knowledge that would lead them to their goal; death, destruction, and domination. Nothing sounded better to the rogue brute than wasting a few useless fools along the way, even if some of them happened to be under his command. The brute was willing to sacrifice anything to get what he wanted. There was no limit for him.

Finally, the brute grew frustrated enough. Ardemu lugged himself from his hiding places and glared darkly at Wrath and Astar. Seizing Wrath by the nape of her neck, he roughly threw her to the side, his bitter stare falling on her first. “I would have thought that your feistiness would go further than talk,” he sneered, “but I guess I was wrong. Guess you don’t really have any of that fighting spirit in you after all? You know what?” He cackled maniacally, his smirk growing more smug by the second. “I bet you could not even take a scrape out of my record. I wiped out an entire pack practically by myself! That stupid cannibalistic brute Alastor just ate the scraps afterwards… The oaf. I doubt you could even kill a wolf. You’re such a shrimp, they would take you out before you could even get a snap at them!” His cold words flew with more vigor.

Why could there be no wolves like him just waltzing around? Oh, that’s right. If there were any of them, I would have killed them by now, he thought with pride oozing from his entire being. “And you, leave that carcass be,” he snarled. “Don’t you know the leader always eats first?” It was simple courtesy, even in the life of a pack. Why could they not understand the logical train of events? It seemed that there was absolutely no common sense about these femmes. And Sloth… He would not even bother to start into the brute. First, he was large and muscular; he would be useful, and it would be best not to piss him off. Second, there was no need. He had not been walking around peeing on other members of the group or anything stupid along those lines.

Although he was not well known for leaving anyone unpunished, Ardemu decided not to mess with the brute. He would have some satisfactorily horrible tasks later to make up for this instance, so he was not concerned. Plus, if his second-in-command ever showed up, he would be sure to give the brute an opportunity to prove himself. It was a win-win situation. No matter what happened, he would still have the power. Of course, I’ve always had all the power. Why would this be any different? he thought smugly, advancing towards the animal’s corpse. The muscles of the bison looked particularly tough; he was looking for a challenge. His muzzle darted to the fur, tearing savagely and feeling the hot tingle of fresh blood rushing down his throat. It was utter bliss, that was for sure.

[wrath]

So his name is Sloth, huh. Heh. We’re both of the Deadly Sin group. Interesting. It also explains a lot about him. Thinking, Wrath’s lip twitched as her ears went back. Grey optics were focused upon the prize before her, as she waited for Sloth to do his work. Soon it would be her turn to do her job. In anticipation, the she wolf licked her muzzle and shifted her weight from foot to foot and breathed heavily. Giving the brute a side glance, Wrath rolled her eyes. It was obvious from the longing look in his eyes, which were intent upon the largest of beasts that he had wanted to go for something larger. Wrath however knew the chances of bringing down such a large bison were little. Instead, they would go with what they knew. If Sloth were anywhere as hungry as he seemed, his energy may not be up to its highest level. Wrath’s her self wasn’t even at her best. With such a small frame and great speed, Wrath burned energy like a bird. It was vital she used the last of the power towards a task that would not prove futile. Food was good. Starving was not.

There was a chance for Sloth, and without being told, he took it. The brute, with as much speed as Wrath had not imagined, dashed after the selected bison and sent the herd scattering in all directions. Wrath smirked. So far, things were going according to plan. Plans that went right were good plans. Good plans indeed. And here I was thinking Astar had ruined everything. Now we can make up for lost time. While Sloth was snapping at the bison’s face and heels to get it to turn the right way, the little Red wolf was creeping up after the two. Her pace was a stop and go gait to ensure that she remained unheard and unseen. Her figure crouched in the grass causing her frame to simple blend in. It did help that the summer was beginning to kill off some of the grass. The dead grass patches hid her color well. It would not be long now.

The bison stumbled after well placed bite. That was it. The game was over. The wolves had won. A vicious surge of emotion sent a shiver down the she wolf’s spine. Rushing out from her hiding place, throwing discretion to the wind, Wrath was upon the bison the second Sloth had it down. Her jaws found the area they sough. With no remorse, she closed in on the throat, cutting all air off. Her claws dug into the male buffalo’s nose causing it to gush with blood. He would inhale his own blood soon. The black claws soon reached out to go for the eyes as well, anything to get the bison to just give up. It attempted a bellow, but all they came out was a pitiful cry. Wrath squeezed down harder cutting the last few seconds of the cry off.

Critical seconds passed. The bison attempted to get up and throw her off, or run, or do anything except die. Wrath drug her claws into the ground and yanked to the side and downward causing the brown beast to collapse again. It was on its last left. There were only seconds left. Eventually, it gave in and died. Silence clung to the air as the beast’s energy was vanquished such as crushed blade of grass. That silence was rapidly forced away with a surprised and cheering explain of excellence. Wrath smirked, “Did you really expect anything less?” She growled in a purr like manner. When Astar stepped up and began to take a leg, a furious ocean engulfed Wrath sending her over the top. “Bitch, you did nothing! You deserve to east last, if at all!” The red she wolf sneered and head butted Astar right in the chest and knocked her back.

Growling, she stalked back to the bison and ripped into the flank. In seconds she had the skin torn open, the red meat flashing out to the word. Hungrily, Wrath shredded the meat gulping it down. It was filling her belly with blood and meat. The combination was the best ever invented. Grinning, Wrath gave a sudden yelp as an unseen force grabbed her scruff and pulled her away from her meal. Giving a snarl, she glared at the figure expecting to see Astar, but that was not who it was. Shocked, Wrath straightened up and blinked. Words failed her. Ardemu was the last wolf she expected to see right now.

Instantly, her orbs narrowed and grew cold and hard. “No worries, Master. It does. Your bulk was thrown in the way before the events could unfold.” Wrath spat, the word master used in a loose and mocking way. As he continued his rant, Wrath shrunk down, her hackles slowly rising once more. Eyes only became more hard and vicious in their glaring state. A wild and unpredictable raw force of emotion began to peel back the previous set of emotions and adrenaline to reveal itself. A low growl made itself present in her chest. “Isn’t your pride full of itself.” Wrath dared to say in a low and harsh tone. “You know nothing of what I've done.” She hissed as her ears pinned themselves back, and her body became stiff and ridged.

Ardemu snapped at the group to leave the kill be so he could infringe on it and have it to himself first. This only caused the already steaming pot of uncooked anger to begin to boil. Blood pounded in her ears. Ardemu was eating her kill. By all rights, it was her’s. There was an agreement between Sloth and herself. They were the ones who were to ear, not Ardemu. The brute did nothing but sit and watch. Wrath would not take it. The kill was her’s and no one else’s. She simply allowed Sloth to take his fill with her for he had proven himself useful in the hunt. He had deserved his share. No one else around deserved any of it. Not a single shred of meat should go to them.

“You all will soon regret everything.” Wrath snapped suddenly, her eyes glowing with anger. If anyone ever said that the claim ‘when one becomes reaches a certain point in anger, they begin to see red’ was false, Wrath could tell them from experience, they were dead wrong. Only once before had Wrath ever been this furious. Turning, the she wolf growled and began to walk away from the others. Her mind was a jumble. Nothing could form to make sense. Everything was running on blood and pure, concentrated emotion, and none of the good kind. Already Wrath was plotting the deaths of both Astar’s and Ardemu’s. How could she work under such a bastard of a wolf!? He did not deserve her kill anymore than he did to be leader. Sloth, if he could put the brain power into it, could run the rouge band better than Ardemu. When it all became too much for her to handle, Wrath was soon seen dashing away into the distance at a speed most wolves would have a hard time matching.

She needed to get away from the pride, the sloth, the idiot, and the psychos. She could be labeled as none of them. She was an organizer, a planner, a manipulator. She was the one who controlled the puppets. The one who was truly in charge of things, only behind the scene where things were easier to run. Where size, sex, and impressions made no difference. So long as Wrath was in control, things could run smooth and without problem. It had been proven today. With Astar out of the way, the hunt was successful. Things had gone as they had been originally planned out. Sloth and Wrath had their meat and their bellies full. Ardemu pushed the red she wolf too far. It was time to prove herself to these imbeciles. It was time to show them the true power that skin, muscle, and bone could only hide for so long. The Wrath has been released into the land of Anikira.

[astar]

Astar continued to chow down on the carcass, her teeth scraping against the bone as she ripped off large portions of meat. In fact, she would have continued to dine this way, had not something rather small and furry shoved her rather roughly in the side. Astar stumbled backward a few inches before regaining her balance and shooting a look at Wrath. It was pretty obvious that she had collided with Astar's side, and it hadn't been an accident, that much was certain.

"You little..." Astar was about to spit out a random swear word and leap at the Red female when suddenly, a large muzzle shot out of nowhere and clamped itself onto the scruff of the bitch's neck, tossing her to the side. Astar, bewildered, dared herself to look up. Had Sloth had enough of their fighting and finally decided to intervene? But no. It was not Sloth, in fact, it was not any wolf along those lines. It was the alpha himself, Ardemu. Crap... Astar thought, inching backward, her tail between her legs. Why did the brute have to show up now, of all times? He was the last wolf that Astar wanted to see, needless to say.

As Ardemu focused his attention on the Red female at first, spitting vile words at her, Astar managed a sigh of relief. Good, she was out of the spotlight for the moment. As Ardemu snapped that she talked too much, Astar couldn't help but speak up. "I couldn't agree more, sir." she spat, her words laden with acid. "It is true that some wolves don't know when to shut the hell up. This bitch is one of them." the Gray female hissed, with a cold glare in the bitch's direction. For a moment, Astar felt the slightest bit sorry for her, but that thought quickly vanished. Little bitch brought it on herself. Astar thought, smirking inwardly.

It was extremely obvious that Ardemu was ticked off at all three of them for leaving without permission, but Astar wasn't going to regret her actions. In fact, she was far from regretting them. She always loved the thrill of a hunt, and it got even better when you were granted the chance to kick the ass of one of your packmates. She spoke up once more. "I am here because I wanted something better to do than to sit in that god-for-saken field all day and rot. And I would have left as soon as possible, had I not found something to eat, when this bitch showed up and practically begged for me to attack her."

Astar rolled her eyes and sighed before continuing. "Then she starts blabbering a mile a minute, and when I tell her to suck it up and get the hell out of here, she has the nerve to urinate on me! Of course, I was ready to give her a few good wallops then, but then you intervened and beat me to it." Astar could not help the audible snarl from rumbling out of her throat. She was the one that was supposed to take the Red bitch out, not this brute! She was fully capable of fighting her enemies, unlike this female, who was all bark and no bite, as far as Astar was convinced.

As the very bitch spat vile words at her leader, Astar couldn't believe her nerve. What kind of wolf would speak in such an arrogant way to their leader? Oh, well, you little bitch. Be a complete ass to everyone, see if I care. Astar rolled her eyes again before directing them in the direction of Ardemu. "Do I have your permission to rip her vocal cords out?" she snarled quietly. This female talked way too much, and for that, one day she would pay. "'Cause I'd be more than happy to do it."

Astar stepped forward, snarling loudly, a wicked smile crossing her maw. But before she could put Wrath's death plan into action, Ardemu snapped at them to get away from the carcass, because he was the alpha and yadda yadda yadda. Astar snarled again. "Well, I have already eaten my fill, chief..." she snarled, and the word "chief" was spit out rather crossly, "So by all means, be my guest." Yeah, sure, whatever. Gorge yourself on it, for all I care. In the meantime, I have some unfinished business to attend to. Astar had noticed Wrath's ill-tempered reactions to Ardemu chowing down on her kill.

So you caught the kill with Sloth. Well, big whoop for you! That doesn't mean that you have to be a complete selfish brat and keep it to yourself. Quit the theatrics, they're not going to work anymore. Astar wanted to scream at the itch. Instead, she walked over to the Red female and hissed in her ear, her tone dangerously menacing. "How dare you speak that way to Ardemu? He is the one in charge here, bitch, or maybe you didn't notice that. So unless you want a death wish, you'd better eat those words." Astar growled softly before continuing. "Now you'll be cast off, though you probably deserve it, the way you're treating everyone. And with that kind of attitude, not even the bloody packs will want you, at this rate."

Astar growled, dug her claws into the ground, and mentally spat every swear word that she knew right at the arrogant female. She wanted to rake her claws right down the side of the arrogant bitch, to hear her scream in agony and plead for forgiveness. But she didn't. Instead, she simply got up, but directed her tail so that when she got up, it smacked the arrogant female right in the face. "There. A taste of your own medicine, bitch. And one more thing.." Astar leaned right in the Red female's face, until their noses where almost an inch away from each other, and spat out the words forming on her tongue slowly.

"The next time I see you around here, you're dead." Astar spat before turning around and waltzing back to Ardemu. She watched as yet another brute entered the clearing, saw the dead bison, and lunged towards it without even acknowledging that Ardemu was already feasting. Astar let a low, rumbling laugh escape her maw, which only grew louder when Wrath, out of sheer anger, sprinted away into the underbrush. Ah well. I highly doubt that anyone here wants to work with that little bitch, and she'll die out there anyway before long. Hah. The elements will beat me to it, but what the hell? World's better off without her anyway.

Astar silently mused that none of the wolves seemed to be that loyal to Ardemu. Wrath daring to speak that way to her alpha showed that the female didn't have an ounce of sense in her head, and the way she had run off, left the band just to blow off steam? Priceless. And the brute rushing to eat before Ardemu showed that he didn't have any common sense either. If I was the leader here, I'd whip these wolves into shape. Astar mused to herself. But enough useless mental blabbering. Astar crossed over to Ardemu , sat back on her haunches, and spoke. "I take it that some wolves around here are more obedient than others, no?"

(OOC: I know that the timeline's a little distorted in this at the end, but bare with me 'cause I didn't have that much to work with.)

[rapture]

[Ooc: I'm posting anyway, I need to get it out of the way while I'm gone for the weekend. I'm sure it won't effect your post Astar...]

The Mexican bloodied brute ambled along the beaten path behind Ardemu. Feeling like a lost sheep following the shepherd, but Rapture didn't think anything of the younger timber male. Sure, Ardemu was the leader of this group of rogues, but Rapture was still the eldest, most bloodthirsty and most whacked up in the head than any of these other wolves. At this moment, the Mexican brute was feeling a little ill for the time being. So he was lacking the effort to keep up with Ardemu.

When he finally reached the scene, his eyes widened with bewilderment. There first, was a large dead buffalo laying on the ground. The scent was amazingly delightful, the scent of its blood that is. The next thing that caught his eye was Ardemu's attack towards the black fae he hadn't met yet. Raising a brow, a pleased smile upon his muzzle. Finally some action was in play, but concerning it was only an act of domination was new to Rapture, when watching from a different point of view than his own.

Orange eyes trailed between wolves as he awkwardly stumbled towards the kill. But he stopped when Ardemu made it over there first. Rapture didn't know manners, didn't know the way of a real pack. Hell, he'd been a rogue his whole life. Even when he did live with his family in the beginning, he never followed their rules. While wobbling along, his head turned over at the black fae as he studied her appearance. "Meh." Turning his nose back to the carcass. He'd seen better, in which Wrath was over there flaunting her strange beauty as well.

Rapture stood on the opposite side of the carcass facing Ardemu as he ate. Inhaling sharply through his nares, and exhaling with a soft moan. "Mmm... That bloody smell gives me an instant hard on every time!" Rapture groaned, licking his lips then gliding his tongue across the nose of the fallen beast where it had bled. "Oh God..." He gasped, backing away from the carcass and reclining onto his haunches. Eyes rolled in the back of his head, tongue hanging out with spits of blood still dripping from it. "That's the cure for all my problems..." Savoring the taste of the buffalo's blood, eyes closed and head high in the air.

Gazing back at Ardemu with a sneer, Rapture dared not go back for another taste while that ruthless, over possessive brute was there feasting. The blood around the timber's jaws were enough to cause Rapture to go mentally insane. "MMM...Sir...Ardemu... Oh shit..." Rapture's mouth was practically salivating extremely just watching Ardemu eat. Rapture wasn't interested in the flesh, only the blood. The leech craved the blood, any blood. And he wanted it so badly he couldn't stand it anymore. Rapture inched his way close to the carcass again, licking the blood from the beast desperately, moaning with each glide of his tongue. He didn't care about Ardemu at this moment, but the blood of prey was more tempting then the blood of a wolf he'd been feasting on was just too boring to even consider.