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[Mirrors]

Dreamily wishing words and rhymes into her mind, Mirrors practiced in an art she hadn't used in quite some time. Her mind drifted as she flicked her golden eyes over the scenery, her head resting on her paws as she lay on a rock, tunes and sounds swirling and spinning in her head. "Just climbing out of oblivion, just a victory, just a slave, we're getting there, we're closer, closer yet..." She murmered the words beneath her breath. Renatio. She'd explored every crack in the pack's heirarchy and found them powerful, rulers supreme, the main pack of all Torva. Not even those in the moutain rivalled them any more. "Free from outcast, free from ourselves, we're where we're supposed to be..." She closed her eyes and relaxed, the poem still rotating in her mind. The warmth glowed hot red around her, glittering as it caressed silver threads of fur. "We can change our names," she whispered, now speaking of herself. "We can change ourselves, but we cannot change where we're supposed to be." She smiled softly and tilted her head in her paws, opening one golden eye slightly and peering out at the red beyond. The lands were full of scents, but no visuals. It was odd, fascinating even, how the biggest pack on the island could remain so well hidden. The caves were perfect. Mirrors would have only missed the snow, had this heated oasis not been so mighty. Blood from some small rodent stained her maw and she lay, content and tired, basking with quite a feline grace in the heat of the midday sun. Life was good. Scorpions and slaves below, she hummed a gentle tune to herself, and set about thinking of names for children. God knew, she would have to use them soon. She decided on the males names of Malphas, for one she used to know, and Torithe. She wasn't sure about that one. Maybe she would think of something better. She lay there then, deciding on female names, contenting herself with meaningless mind games that would serve more purpose than she could have thought. speech

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[Alcatraz]

After the little 'confrontation' with that female on the border, Alcatraz had headed back to the caves, slightly annoyed with himself and the other idiots in the pack. Now seemed like he was most distance from the other pack members, which really didn't bother him. He didn't even want to get to know them. At times he felt like leaving, but Callista still had to live up to her end of the bargain, whether she knew it or not. She promised to help him, and so far had done a lousy job of it. And he would not leave until she helped him, even if he had to murder a few lazy ass wolves to do it. hen he came back, he noticed the tailless female had beat him back. He stopped and watched her lounging on the rock like an idiot. She seemed almost happy by what she had accomplished. He felt the need to ruin her fun, but didn't exactly want to do so. He continued to watch her, his pelt blending into the shadows before walking over to her. Lazily he walked in front of her, as if he didn't even notice her, before turning around to face her. "What's it like not having a tail?" he asked innocently, waving his tail behind him. He turned his head briefly to look at it, as if he had never seen a tail before, before looking back at her. He gave her a sarcastic grin as he trailed his eyes over her bare rump. "Let me guess, some wolf didn't like not having access to your feminine parts?" he said with a snarl, baring his teeth at her, as if showing a silent dare to fight him. But before she could leap down and demolish him, he skipped back a few steps out of her range, sitting down to watch her. To see if she was as strong mentally as she was, supposedly, physically.

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[Mirrors]

She lazily opened her eyes as Alcatraz came in front of her. "Nicer than you might imagine." She closed her eyes again, dismissing him. However, the rat didn't go away, she frowned, eyes still closed. "Some foul-tempered man whore named Vladimir. I'm sure you've heard of him. I cut him up pretty badly, I'm sorry to say. Set his sights higher when he couldn't have me." She smiled, mirroring his own sarcastic smile before snapping her eyes open and sliding up onto her paws all to gracefully, all too fast. Alcatraz backed away and she laughed, stepping down and walking towards him. "Are you scared of me, Trazzy boy?" She hardened her gaze, placing each step purposefully, seductively, powerfully. She reached him and stood eye to eye with him, her extreme beauty making his charcoal coat look dull in comparison. She outshone him, and he was a spoilt little boy stamping his feet at it. "Don't cry, Shirley. Mommy doesn't listen to tantrums." She curled her lips, hissing at him for a second, before turning away and walking slowly back to her rock. There was no time for the Rat. She rolled her eyes and leapt back up, stretching her paws and turning, yawning, showing off her teeth as they clashed together with a wicked smile. She dared him to come closer. She would rip him to shreds. speech

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This post has been edited by Mirrors on Nov 27 2010, 07:58 PM

[Alcatraz]

His words made him grin for a moment. He could almost see her giving him grief, as he was the coward no one really saw. Everyone thought he was the best damn thing God gave the world, but really he was just another tumor growing inside Renatio. He needed to be gotten rid of, now. As he moved away, she took it as if he was scared at her, and he merely gave her a sad look, as if he really was. She then tried a different tact, calling him names and acting like he was a child. At one time, Alcatraz may have been offended, causing him to lash out in annoyance. But not now; Alcatraz had changed since being in Renatio. Such things never got under his skin anymore. He watched as she walked back to her rock as if she was a princess and bare her teeth at him. He bared his teeth back at her, but not in an unfriendly way. Almost as if he was teasing her. "I've never listened to the term 'you should never hit a girl', so do not think I am afraid to fight a female," he growled at her, eyes glaring at her as he came closer. "Besides, I'm not the one missing a limb from battle," he sneered, knowing his taunts probably would not effect her. But he was not doing it to get under her skin. Merely for the fun of having her taunt him even more. He had no need for physical fights when he could have verbal ones.

[Mirrors]

He came closer now, in this endless elastic confrontation. Mirrors smiled devilishly and flicked her ears forwards as he spoke. "It's all about that kind of limb takes your fancy." She drew in closer, her lips at his ear. "Watch yourself, Alcatraz." And then she drew back, watching for his reaction. Lazily she studied her paws, stretched them out and flexed them, studying their power. She licked her lips and rolled over, reaching out for Alcatraz's face with her claws. Not violently, but not as gentle as she could have been. She only wanted to pester him. "Come on, Shirley. Say something intelligent, for once." She had to laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischeif. The Rat drove her insane with his annoyance, but she didn't hate him. It was a game. She pulled her paw back slightly and pushed his muzzle up before drawing her leg into her snowy chest. "Chin up, you might be going places yet." Of course, it was a kind of mocking support, reminding him that she was higher up the ranks then he, but she smiled wickedly with a note of innocence in her voice. Mirrors was far better suited to the ranks than him, tail or lack thereof. speech

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[Alcatraz]

She drew in closer as if to bite his ear, but she chickened out. He grinned and flicked that ear, as if tempting her, no, daring her to take a bite of it. He was not scared; was she? She rolled around on her rock for a moment like a cat before reaching out to him with one paw. He opened his jaws and placed them gently around her paw, as if to bite it. She spoke to him, but he did not answer, merely kept his jaws around her foot until she pulled back and bumped his chin up. Then she pulled her leg back towards her. His eyes glittered dangerously at her as he slowly walked even closer. "I am disgustingly surprised by you pack wolves," he said with a growl, placing his legs on her rock and straightening himself up to stare her in the eyes. He bared his teeth as if in a challenge, but not did attack. "You like to value an imaginary rank title over skill," he growled, snapping at her face. He did not snap close enough to bite her, but merely to taunt her, before lowering himself back to the ground. He walked around in the space in front of her for a while, as if thinking about something, before laying down on the ground in front of her. Thoughts about the old alphas came back to him. They all seemed to get hurt by mere words, threatening Alcatraz if he did not stop his 'harmless' teasing. They were all fools, and he was glad the world was rid of them. But no, here in Renatio, wolves did not take that much to words. Well, perhaps Vladimir did; he got all upset when Alcatraz dared him that one time to stop him from seeing Dominia. It was nice for once not to have to watch what you say. Well, maybe you did, but Alcatraz did not care. He was not scared of wolves in this pack.

[Mirrors]

Alcatraz stalked closer, and spoke his taunting words. Jaws closed in front of her eyes, but the lady did not flinch. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Although I still have more skill than you, pet." She opened her eyes, sparkling dangerously with something closely resembling mischeif. A wicked grin flashed across her features with a flash of something in those eyes before she lifted her brow, expectant for an answer, her breath paused. Her ears pressed forwards and she rolled, her face inches from Alcatraz's. "Come on now, love. Don't fret. You have something that I have less of." She leaned in once more, her nose almost touching his, dangerously close. For him, of course. Mirrors didn't waste her time threatening others, she simply snapped. Deadly fangs were hidden behind a soft smile as she whispered to him. "Room to improve." A quiet laugh escaped her and she stood, rising higher than him, stretching out her body until she looked down on him. She didn't remain like so, however. It was not interesting enough. She stepped down, brushing past Alcatraz, no longer irritated by him as much as enjoying herself by tormenting him. She stalked away from him, a smile teasing its wicked way onto her jaws, golden eyes dark and shining. She walked away for a few seconds before wheeling around. What are you going to do, pet? She tilted her head, daring and wild for once. Her lips curled and she flattened her ears, but she didn't expect anything from it. Nothing now was being taken seriously. This was the Game. speech

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