A Shadow Lingering(reply plz)

[Takhi]

The black Varg had trekked across the land and had led herself into a swamp. Unlike most, the feeling of water on her legs and belly was not a problem. With every step her paws sank into the oozing mixture of mud and water, swarmed by decaying plant matter. It seeped between her toes and made her growl with discomfort. The worst of it was not the sensation of it all, it was that this quick sand-like fluid was dragging her down slowly after every step. The mist curled around her legs and illuminated her figure as her raven hued pelt glimmered against its eerie shine. Under the stench of the stagnant fluid beneath her, which she found repulsive, was the scent of something else. It seemed so familiar, something her nose had caught on the wind before. Suddenly she realized what it was. It was the scent of the Sarnes pack. she had wondered into their territory. Was this intentional or not? Maybe she felt she belonged in the most merciless pack of all. She met a pack member called Red February and she never met another that was so much like herself. Takhi was usually polite and kind to others, but there was a dark side lurking within her. There was a blood thirsty creature that appeared when its not welcome and with savage teeth, rips through any living thing in her path. Those that met her when evil was unleashed never survived.

Long ago when Takhi was about 8 moons old she had a dream. within the dream was a field covered in wild flowers and endless pines with the sun blazing down and warming the land. What had seemed pleasurable soon was ripped away by blackness. A lake appeared out of the shadows. The black Varg drank from the pool, but then a white wolf with golden orbs stepped onto the water and from her paws flowed dark, red blood. Unknowingly, she drank the blood and soon was possessed as a wild demon set on murdering all. For now she has repressed the evil crawling about in her soul, but it might come again. This wolf was called Takhi and she was actually tired of being Kerl.

Maybe it is Sarnes that I should join?

She raised her snout into the air to breathe in the wind. The scent of Sarnes was everywhere, but she could not tell if a pack member was nearby. To draw attention to herself, she began to howl, her raspy voice echoing over the trees of the swamp. She knew this encounter with Sarnes could end her life, but she was willing to take he risk so she could have a family again. And if that family was a pack of murderers, she'd feel right at home.

[Emberlily]

-Emberlily-
x|Innocence
x|It's so overrated

The winter slush had had its way by degrading the Sarnes territory yet another level. The mud and the wet had merged together to form a light brown mess. The snow hardly stayed white in the marsh and the water soon engulfed any snow that touched its grungy surface.

The warmth in the air collided with the freezing touch of the waters edge, producing from it a thick curtain of mist that weaved through the trees and underbrush. Between the veil of mist a white shadow slithered. It's bodice slim and admirable, a porcelain figure of beauty, a figurine that one wouldnt have thought could be found lingering in this hellhole. Unfortunatly her insides weren't as gorgeous as her exterior. She wore a pelt of ivory white, tinted with ruby specks of fur along her spine, along with a pair of black tipped ears. Her orbs of emerald gold cast an icy stare as it surveyed the land before her. She was a Craeft, or in other words the packs scout/emissarry, along with the curse of the title, Beta female.

The princess of the swamp skulked further, her motions snakelike, as was her antics. Her pink leshy tongue peeing out between her lips and flickering, swiping along her chops as if tasting the air. Everything seem silent in the dim light. Ember perked her head up as she ventured now onto the marsh. Her paws skidded as she balanced herself onto the ice. The frozen pond cracked under her weight as she slinked further onto the ice. As she travelled further the ice grew thinner, threatening to give way underneath her at any moment.

Emberlily paused, eyes searching hungrily as the sound of slushing and splashing came to her ears. She listened closely, her heart beating along with the excitement that grew. The sucking of mud against paw pads made her smirk, this creature was not of Sarnes. For Sarne wolves would have gotten used to this never ending trap, and their travel through the slush would be silent. Ember continued her pace now, the ice cracking all around her as she plummeted into the slush, the ice cold water lapping at her sides like hungry leeches. Her paws worked as she slithered through the mud and mist silently, the fog hiding her white angelic form.

Her eyes spotted a dark shadow, creeping slowly. The vixen grinned as she moved closer as the dark shadow released a husky howl. Ember drank it in as she advanced. "I spy with my little eye...
Ember advanced still as she crept up to the shadow of a femme. Her eyes examined the intruder, taking in her shape and stance. "A damsel in distress... Ember licked her chops as she paused from circling the ebony female. "Where's your prince charming llil' darling?".

[Takhi]

No reply. The howl had not called to anyone for she had not notice a scent or a figure looming about. So the black Varg ambled through the mud and muck of the damp and humid swamp. Despite the fact that winter was still clinging to their land, the swamp was unusually warm to her. The mist around her thickened into a blinding fog. She had been staring down at her paws and struggling to make sure she was not hauled under by the sludge. Her limbs were draped in the grass and roots mixed within the mire, tangling around her and making it a tad difficult to walk at all. Apparently she had hit a hole at the bottom and her body fell under. Her eyes gazed on nothing but blackness with only a small beam of light revealing the surface. She swam a few tail lengths, paddling hard with her outspread paws until her hind limbs felt the solid earth beneath them. She pushed herself through the facade and gasped for air.

Ugh. How embarrassing. If I end up living here I have to know this place by heart and quit being so maladroit.

She growled to herself. She was not a wolf that liked to make many errors and admit to them. But like it or not she had underestimated the bog and had strolled into a place where she almost couldn’t. As she padded on through the slush, her body was lifted higher and higher until only her paws were swathed. Her fur dripped with water, but was caked with the slime she had trudged through. Unfortunately, the swamp had not ended and the muck continued beyond her. She shook her body to clear off the debris, all the crud sliding and flying off of her. Suddenly her nose found a scent within the shallow breeze. It was a Sarnes member, no doubt. Takhi never could forget that scent that radiated off of Red February when she first encountered her within the woods where the Kerls clustered. It was the stench of deceased accompanied by blood and the faint detection of the slimy swamps.

But as Takhi tried to see what she had smelled, her bi-hued eyes saw nothing but the pallid fog amongst her. Vaguely she could see a slight shadow hiding within the background. “I spy with my little eye,” the voice whispered hauntingly, “A damsel in distress.” Takhi stared as the shadow came closer and closer, but made no sound as it moved but the murmur of its voice. As it neared Takhi could barely see its figure, not because of its distance, but because of the dye of its fur. The wolf was a beautiful shade of pearly white with a ghost-like appearance. Almost like a witches cackle, the voice came again. "Where's your prince charming llil' darling?”

Prince charming?

Takhi had figured the wolf meant a mate and if it did, she had none. But now by the sound of the voice and the look of the animal, the wolf was no doubt a femme. They stood face-to-face, ivory against ebony, light against dark, sun against moon. It was as if they were posing for a Ying Yang symbol. Takhi figured it might not be wise to remain silent, being that it was in fact a member of Sarnes and she was but a Kerl trespassing in the Sarnes land. It would also be rude to ignore the Varg’s question. Takhi was lower than a Sikla at this point and respect was the first step to intrigue the fae. “If you are referring to a mate to protect me, then there is none. I am naught but a Kerl and I am aware I am an intruder here and for that I apologize.” She bowed her head to her superior.

“I am Takhi and I have come to request to become a member of Sarnes.” The ebony Varg asked the one before her only knowing that she was in fact a member. If she was the Drappa here, she would not have known, but Drappa or not, Takhi ducked low and held her tail between her legs because it was a sign of submission and respect. Hopefully, Sarnes would take mercy upon her and reward her with a position within their pack. She would not even mind being the Sikla for still she would be apart of a family, and a ruthless one at that. She grinned as she thought of life as a Sarnes wolf.