.:;Take a ride on the back of a butterfly:;.

Ahh what a beautiful night it was. The moonlights was vivid and bright, the grass swayed along to the perfect breeze, the crickets chriped along with all the other bugs. It was the perfect night to come and just sit alone and think. Kryptonite needed to go over a few things about his life, his thoughts, and what he'd do after he went over all his thoughts.

He approached a huge oak tree to lie under, and to finally relax. He arrived under it and circled a spot for a few seconds and finally, laying down in the smooth grass. It felt wonders under his stomach and legs. He rested his head in a cradle in his paws, and felt almost sleepy he was so comftorble right now. He thought about the day, all the things he did and the day before that, and so on. He was just about to get to last week, when he closed his eyes, and started to dream..

Rasage couldn't suppress his grin, even as the lanky fawn dangled lifelessly from his jaws. It had been an easy hunt, almost too easy. The mother and fawn had seperated from their herd, and Rasage quickly brought death to the little one, although regrettably, the doe had gotten away. Still, he was happy with his catch.

Trotting steadily past oaks and elms, he found a quiet spot in the moonlight and sat himself down. He meticulously arranged the carcass in front of him, so all he had to do was lower his head and tear the torso open for the tender flanks and juicy organs to fall into his maw.

Suddenly, Rasage's massive head stopped its descent onto the hapless corpse. He was not alone, but because of the scent of the blood under his nose, he'd overlooked the scent of another. A male. The stubs of his ears flattened against his head as he crouched over the fawn and looked around. Golden orbs settled on a curled-up wolf, nestled in the roots of a tree nearby. He gave a testing bark, to see what the situation was like and if he'd have to kill something else before he started his meal.

The sent of a fresh kill wafted into her nose, making a smile curl upon her lips. It seemed like the blood was slowing, the life being detached from the body quickly and slightly peacefully - the best time to eat. The kill would be juicy, sweet-tasteing and not at all rough, except for the hide. Inhaling deeply, chest heaving as she moved forward, the female's smile widened - it was a fawn, she could tell. But who had caught such a thing? Maybe the darling wolf Cazador, or even Diablo. If Gedeon had, she would be so proud! Oh, her little son and daughter were growing up so fast ... if only Skye hadn't been stolen away.

Inhaling again and pressing onwards, the female finally sented someone else. It was a packmember .. and someone she hadn't met before. Not a packmember, to say the least. They stank of outside the boarders, and no sents of Dhracia or Ceres had been placed upon them. Xerxes' sent was never clear on outsiders; He disliked them ever since the blubbering idiots that had found them took Skye. She disliked them too, but the female hadn't disregarded her duty.

Her smile now twisting downwards into a deep frown, she stepped out of the bush she had been walking in. Her tail was erect as the male barked warningly, standing over Stolen Prophecy prey. Eyes narrowing, green-hazel peircing the male, then flickering to the sleeping one, she let out a loud snarl.

"Who are you to have the right to walk on Stolen Prophecy's Lands? Who d'you think you might be, killing the prey of this land without announcing your arrival?"

Rasage bared his teeth in a malicious grin. He threw an enormous paw between the femme and his meal, head tipped to one side, as he feigned innocence.

Oh dear! How irresponsible of me! How could I have not noticed the scent marks, or slipped past the border patrol, or even hunted this here beasty.... he smirked at her. His short tail moved slightly, as he dropped a fraction lower onto his kill, daubing his belly with blood.

Not that its any of your business, but my name is Rasage. And I hunt what I find, I don't care much for territories. What about you,fae? You angry enough to take my meal from me? he said calmly, fixing his golden gaze on her own orbs in a quiet,polite defiance.

Ooc;;
-s Rasage-
No hurtful words between OOC people. x3
Ack. I seriously have no muse at all.
BIC;;
His grin made her feign her own display of innocence, one of pure mockery, obvious and imidiate dislike settling in her mind. As he spoke, he rose up off of his prey, and Veraz couldn't help but notice the strong, lean paw that was soon placed between her and the meat. It was as if he was protecting it, somehow. No, Veraz wasn't out to take his meal - but his encouraging, annoying words and cheeky tone egged her on. His words, so dripping with sarcasm made her growl breifly, and she turned swiftly to see if Kryptonite had woken yet. "Oh dear! How irresponsible of me! How could I have not noticed the scent marks, or slipped past the border patrol, or even hunted this here beasty.."

"We don't have many boarder patrollees at the moment, Thankyou very much." The female replied shortly, sizing him up. Sure, he was larger - but not by much; Veraz was a bulky female to say the least. Her coat bristled, colours shifting with the hairs as they soon stood on end, hackles raised. Paws shifting to now dance around the male and prey, so that if he chose to attack, she'd be a moving target, the female continued, voice now calm, collected. Jaws opened to reveal white ivories, but they were in no means to kill or to even fight - she was just surprised as the male spoke again. "Not that its any of your business, but my name is Rasage. And I hunt what I find, I don't care much for territories. What about you,fae? You angry enough to take my meal from me?" Shaking her head - the word Fae seemed such a slight term to use on any female - Veraz spoke, eyeing his oddly short tail. "I have slightly enough power to turn the whole pack against you. You may be strong; you took down a fawn for Heaven's sake! - But you cannot beat twenty odd wolves at a Betess' back. My duty is to find others, deem them worthy of being allowed into these lands." She stopped short, not daring to add about their recent losses; Diablo's son, Fleuve, Raine, Rown and many more. "I would reccomend respect, male."

OoC;; TEH DHRACY IS HEER. o:!!

I'm calling out, only echoes respond.
But I scream until my voice is gone.

It had been so long since the tawny creature traveled here. So long since delicate paws ravaged the silent earth and distorted its serene balance of dirt below, brushing it all to the sides to make way for Her Majesty's footfall. Yeah. Her Majesty.
You'd better bow down, else you might not live to see tomorrow. Few have, crossing paths with the toxic indomitable like so. With the smallest fraction of respect flaired with indiginity- Hell, you'd better god damn enjoy your life if you don't take pride in residing beneath her watchful wing. You wouldn't know it, you wouldn't even suspect the heartless one would even allow others to her domain. Her's and Ceres'. But she would. Although with shortened nerves and a very cold heart of ice... all you run on with her is luck.

Crouching in corners and hiding your face,
I'm sick and tired of playing you games.

Not long ago had she had her daughter unsettled their once close bond. Infact, they tore it apart. She did. Seraphine. And now she was exiled from her own homelands, the ex-Alpha Heir, who was being replaced by her sister, Lagoon. Dhracia had much to say about her little witch of a daughter, including a torrent of vulgar remarks concerning her now shreaded ear, but now... something else was on her mind.
Chest huffed deeply as she inhaled, tapering skull tossed upward as she continuing to test the atmosphere. Slender frame ceased movement for a simple moment, scrutinizing the distance. What she caught with sensative nasal cavaties were three aromas. One was graciously familiar, the she-wolf ruling beneath her, Veraz. Her Betess, and her close friend. The second was familiar as well, a packmate of Stolen Prophecy, Kryptonite. However the third...
Was a stranger.

Her spine tingled, emotions heated up in a mixture of seething anger and excitement. She had been seeking something to thrill her life for the time being as she tried to forget Seraphine, this would probably be it. Several times had a creature aimlessly wandered past the boarders into the packland, not yet causing Dhracia to go mad. But she will, I can promise you that.
Black lips pulled down in a disapproving frown at the fact the strangers continue to trespass over the scent markers without heed of warning. They must be stupid or something.

I'm not alone! I stand among the voiceless millions,
In the unforgiving sun.

She wouldn't bare pity for the male who wandered into the viscinity, as what was assured was violence, one of them wouldn't walk away without atleast having learned a leason. And being a female of around six years, she had acquired much wisdom and lost her innocent naivety long before.

Form thrusted forth again in continuing stride, ears cocked forth alert, caudal appendage ascended high above her rump. Yes indeed she was the Queen here, the one to answer to when trouble arises among futile souls. She was the ruthless one, the stoic one, and she didn't care.
She'd throw you out of the den into the rain even if you're hungry, if you're cold or wet. She wouldn't care.
"Who's this incompitent mutt?" Cold voice roared up from the depths of her throat, nose wrinkled as she pulled back her lips, baring creamy ivories, stained with vague scarlet.

OOC: no harsh words ooc ever! I love me rp buddies everywhere

IC:

Rasage's hackles rose at once. He neither appreciated being called a mutt by this newcomer, nor having to bend himself to the vix's whims. Sliding the fawn to one side gently with one paw, he squared himself over it, eyes flicking between one female and the other. The newly-arrived one seemed older, wisdom hid behind her angry eyes.

Fine... what must be done to join this little group of yours? he asked gruffly. He just needed license to hunt here and sleep within the territory. He wanted nothing to do with others perse... his strength was reserved solely for his betterment and the protection of those he trusted, not some strangers.

Rasage could not tear his golden glance from the older femme. For some reason, he found something in her face, something he recognized. His eyes still jumped to the younger fae every so often, but the older vix held his unbridled attention now. His stubby tail waved momentarily.

Ooc;; x333
Here comes trouble.
Veraz has a soft spot for her, too.
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BIC;;

Sauntering into the area un-noticed was as easy as taking a life from a stupid wild turkey. Her frame, leith and agile seemed to slip about the features of this place that she now walked upon lightly went unheeded, and the wolf was glad at that. Eyes the colour of the fog that seemed to grasp the tops of the oceans in the morn', with the sun's rays hitting just around the pulpi, and the pine-needle green slits centered around the 'sunkissed' circle lasted only a second of a thought upon the Alphess and the Betess. They were both above her in rank; she was a 'whelp', not earning her own rank like most newcommers had. She had her place, as the daughter of Diablo and Haven - and yet she yearned for more. These two would not give her a rank; it was obvious that they wanted to award their own whelps before her!

Then, her eyes focused on another figure. Large, slightly beaten, yet handsome - the kind of male her father would detest. Yay! Smirking to herself, antics becoming humble as she neared the four, her gaze went to the newcommer who stood beside the fawn. Offoring a wink behind Dhracia and Veraz's backs, she grinned, finally speaking. "Hullo, Auntie Dhracia, Auntie Veraz!" It was cooed in such a manner that showed respect, and yet mocked them slightly - playfully. She glanced to Rasage and her eyes widened in mock fright. "Who took down such a thing?"

It was easy to see, and also quite acustomed (for the members that knew her, such as the Betess,) for the members to ignore this jibing. Mockery and sarcasm, the harsh kind of wit only others that held this talent would call humour had been bestowed upon her. No, she wasn't born with the 'talent'; children are born like a clean slate. Their ideas, imaginations and personalities are formed in the first year, (four, for humans x333) changing to suit the areas that they are grown up in. Taking after her father in this sence, she had learned to keep it under control and use it for her advantage - unlike her father.

Letting her innocent face turn not-so, charcoal lips seemingly pulled upwards charmingly, the female glanced to her "aunts". "Oh, by the way, Dad wanted me to ask you: Have either of you seen my sister?" Her eyes flickered to Rasage, colour penatrating his own. "He's real angry she hasn't been around.." The female murmered, eyes downcast, as if to gain a little sympathy from the male, unaudiable for the two others in power. "She ran off after the first beating this year." Ofcoruse, this was a downright lie; Diablo wouldn't beat his children with brute power, merrily with harsh words - 'constructive criticism'. Miridan didn't mind this; she criticised him right back, making her dear father laugh until he couldn't breath. "You're growing up just like me," He'd tease good-naturedly, and she would roll her eyes, exagerating the words, "Oh, no!" With an amused smile.

Her bad mood hadn't been lightened at all, especially at the wolf's remark, even if he lowered herself to a respectful level. Fore-paw stamped against the ground, her tail lashed from side to side, nose wrinkling as she released another growl into the atmosphere. Who did he think he was, trespassing into the land and hunting without permission, then just assuming he could join the pack?
Tempted to snap at him and grab his nape, or maybe his muzzle, Dhracia refrained from doing so. Miserable as she was she probably didn't need to make others miserable, ifnot volatile to destruction. Dhracia turned to Veraz for a second before redirecting her gaze back to the stranger, who's name she had yet to know. However that didn't matter much. Black lips rose in a cold, smirkish-grin as jaws parted with another string of poison words.

"I don't think you understand when I call you an 'incompitent mutt', ..mutt. That sorta means you haven't caught my good side. And probably never will. I don't see any reason to accept you into this large pack of mine." She answered swiftly, subtly correcting him and his saying 'little group'. For sure the pack wasn't little- it may have lost a few members, but that doesn't matter any.
Slowly the female took a step forward, not acknowledging the smaller female that approached not long after. Her paw rested on the ground again, the she-wolf's pace quickened, and she was now circling Rasage. Gaze of silver was bright with mockery, taunt and danger. A dancing figure of torture worse than death itself.
"From what I can see you don't need to join a pack- you're skilled enough in slinking into wolves' territories and stealing their prey. Although it can do a little something to the way others may look at you; with little dignity, atleast not enough to approach another and ask if you can hunt. Good thing you don't beg or I'd have to kill you."

Dhracia then huffed, brow furrowed as she finally paid her attention to Miriban, meandering up to her and Veraz, speaking with the same mockery captivated by the Alphess' eyes. Dhracia, by now, was immune to such whelpish behavior- even if she often displayed it herself. "No I haven't. Maybe Daddy should keep a closer eye on her." She stated flatly, arching a brow now. Honestly Dhracia hadn't seen much of Miriban and her sister, since their birth however.

Smirking slightly as Dhracia came up, her tail obviously raised higher then Veraz's own, the female ducked her head in a slight bow to her good friend. Eyes turning to the male's own again, narrowing, ears forward, tail erect, the female listened to Dhracia's words, and the male's slurred responce. She acknoledged with slight annoyance, but still happiness, that the male had ducked slightly in submission - something he hadn't done for her. Oh well. Who cared? Veraz did. But not as much as to throw a fit of it all.

"The little group of ours has more then twenty odd wolves, positions established, hierarchy firmly in place." Veraz added into Dhracia's statement, surely not goign to input on what side the male was on her manners - it was slightly obvious.

Oddly enough, as the female grew older, she grew more impatient. Dhracia, she knew, had always been impatient, but for Veraz, it was a step in the completely wrong direction. Nearing seven years now, she was slightly older then her youth of children, and smiled when they ran. She wasn't old enough to say, 'enjoy it while it lasts, children,' for it was still lasting for her - yet she felt compelled to slow slightly. Oh well - whatever one looses in ability to move quickly is gained in elders' wisdom. Today, her impatient attitude was getting the best of her, as annoyance and temper grew. Out of her hazel-green eyes, she caught sight of Miriban.

Hissing slightly at the female, lips curled back as if she senced the mockery rolling off the female's body. God, she was georgous. Someone would sure have a fit over that one if she left the territory - not that Diablo would let her. Shaking her head, finally - for once - becoming annoyed at Miriban's apperance, so rare and unheeded between most of the other whelps, the female spat at her through gritted teeth. "Go help your Daddy find her, then, Miriban. You .. we don't want you to get hurt." We? What the hell? Had she just spoken for Dhracia, too? Meh. It wasn't like Dhracia wanted the new generation of now-grown-old whelps - soon their successors - to die.

Nares flared as Rasage's tattered auds flicked to the arrival of a new femme. What was this, some kind of inquisition? He turned to the vix, the one that had insulted his heritage, and decided to take a different tack. He was neither young nor stupid, and he hoped that showing it would ease this little encounter. He didn't move, though his pinnae follwed her in her circling of him. Pistons, bulging with muscle, tensed subtly, ready.

By calling me mutt you insult my mother, which obviously doesn't place you in good stead in my view either Miss. So beckon to you your pack, though I wouldn't suggest it if your numbers dwindle already. The last pack I ''met'' were left with neither an alpha male, nor a beta pair. Its your call. You can either accept my presence here, or we can settle this a different way.
His voice was calm, though a little rough, like grating metal.Probably from lack of use.

Rasage turned to the other fatale, the one with the slightly annoyed look on her face. He assumed it was because he was speaking to her packmate with a little more respect than he had her. Fair enough. Not that he would correct that, but he pretty much got it.

OOH! A whole twenty wolves ay? And with a heirarchy eh? Wow... that must have taken just forever to sort out, hmmm? Well, another accomplishment to put under your belt miss... well, I don't believe you've introduced yourself. Not very polite, says I.
He loved goading them on, those who thought they could just impose their rule on him, just because he had no pack of his own. That was entirely out of his paws, and he didn't appreciate being prejudiced because of it.

OOC;;
x333 This is amusing.
BIC;;

Ooh.. this male thought he was something else, didn't he? Waltzing around here like that, taking out his snarky temper on Dhracia and Veraz. Miriban, reluctant to say the least to leave, stepped back five paces and then gracefully lowered herself to the ground, fully intending to see this escalate into a full-fledged fight. The female knew of Dhraica's temper, and although Veraz's wasn't as cruel nor fueld with the littlest guestures, it had seemed the female was getting on in her age. A smirk seemed to be drawn from her inside emotions as the female's eyes crinkled with mirth. Ofcourse Dhracia was insulting his mother. Soon, Miriban knew, she would be insulting his whole family - history and all.

As the male talked on about leaving the pack without an alpha male nor a beta pair, the female was tempted to say something. Why did he leave there? Not being able to resist, she let out the question in a calm, clear voice that would sure be scolded. "Oh, so was the Alphena of that pack a little to much for you?" Her eyes rolled skyward as she shifted yet again, anxious and worried that if her father appeared, he would steer her away from the would-be verbal fight.

Ooc;; Ack no muse. x3

Rasage bore his blood-stained ivories to the younger femme, the one would've just arrived. He winked at her rougishly, though the mailce in his eyes only dwindled by a fraction as he did. He let out a coarse chuckle.

Oh I left her with something...shall we say, special, to remember me by.

Nares twitched slightly as the scent of blood temtped him. His face had spatterings of crimson and the ferrous sting flooded his nostrils and he yearned to finish his meal.

[[OOC: short, just a little snippet of Razzy's eviltude ]]

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x3 Miriban would walk into being raped. If you so do choose. xDD She's already going to be by Sar.

[[OOC: hehe he didn't say he raped her, but I shall give away no more ]]