A million devils light the way [Open.To.Anyone]

[† Demon †]

The moon crept on Koran like fingertips on black velvet. Soft and sultry, reveling in the finery. Like a virgin boy fumbling with the button of his girlfriend's blouse, its approach was innocent and bumbling. The boy carried the instincts of a hundred generations, just as the moon carried the weight of a thousand journeys. The stars burnt out a million miles away, and their light scattered over the heavens alone. In the night on the wintry ground the light reflected and refracted, making the unbroken snow crust sweet and innocent. It didn't fit the terrain that moaned and creaked with the sound of the wind that cold January night - but like the girl and her fumbling boyfriend, eventually that innocence is broken.

A shaggy, delicate black paw broke the snow-skin, and a lean, almost sickly body trudged along the border that separated Koran from Ge-rad and List. The beast was a beacon of darkness in this night, her poisoned stare reflecting the moonlight. Witch-light she'd heard it called by the old rogue, Unknown. One outstanding eye--her left, scarred from a battle that was truly the best one in her lifetime. And it was the mark of a devil which gave her this name of a killer. Orbs sparkled as her mind wandered to the thought of her former lover, Markaz. Memories were her only tie to the male, something beyond the ghost pups which haunted her nightmares. As a Fortune Teller, she had no real duty. But wandering the borders of her homeland gave her time to think.

Would Markaz have forgiven her? He had loved her. In her heart of hearts, Demon believed that fully. But to betray him in such a way--she was certain he would not. But, as she'd spent the time since his death trying to find a suitable lover from her scarred heart, she would fix this. Behind the scenes, unimportant and enigmatic. He could no longer watch. But his lover could and would. The whispery voice in her head was so much his it made her hurt. Because his memory and his smell were an omen. Plaguing and touching and sensations that weren't real. Demon had found love in his black heart, and above it all, she wanted it back.

That was not what Nocturnia was to her. Nocturnia was a dark wolf, and a cruel wolf. Lestat, Amber, and all the other ghostly pups in her memory needed replacing by a secondary guardian to give her new births. He was kind and sweet to her, and the nights were cold and lonely. The devils fool was in love with her. A kinder and gentler Demon that had not murdered her father, a Demon who had not had a few dead beat litters by her former lover could have loved Nocturnia. A Demon who was not a Demon at all, but a white and pure creature could have. But the black conspirator could only play pretend as her heart rested with Markaz. One day, when her work was done, she would ride with flights of winged devils to his deadly embrace. But for now, she was a bittersweet Bitch with a mission, and her breath fogged the air as she spoke words she was completely unaware of.

"As true love lasts forever - a creature's soul will burn..."

[Rush and Rohkä]

'Night does not welcome the light hearted, Femme.'

Deeply defined oceans rippled with devine waves and tossing complection that splashed the terra with their grace and beauty. Adorning a broad sea-foam toned head, the occulars flickered back and forth warily as a scent that was well-remembered drifted into her flaring ebony nostrils like a sickining reminance that choked the very life out of her features. Pale snowy coat grew paler in the brilliant starlight as if a giant clous had covered the only scource of light welcoming the poor varg into her very own packlands. She had become more since her visit with the demonic vixen. She was more or less an adult from then, her features having bulked and her mind having matured. Slender and radiently curved harks flicked back as the devilish voice eroded from the ebony brutess' grey-trimmed muzzle. Instinctavly, Rohkä dropped her veslage between twin shoulder blades. Serving as an ivory troop of comfort, the tendrils allong her hackles bristled and rose like and army of soldiers allong her bay-streaked hide. Denastii's wingbeats were not among the deep lulliby of the night and no dign of fluffy down drifted drom above to alert the dove-like wolf to the falcon's persence. As far as the forgein she-varg knew... she was alone with this beast.

Her mind was suddenly clouded with concious thoughts of what to do, when, why, how, and where. Rapid heartbeats thumped her cocoa-splattered chest and her peds like soft russet cusions worked habitually around eachother, ebony daggers puncturing the soft ground with their points. The starlight that filtered from above speckled her body although she felt no light as her pools met those of the other Varg. Speak now, or be a coward! she thought before blowing her cover. Benigingly she spoke like a truely intelectual wolf. Snow white pelt radiating in the moonlight. 'Demon,' she began. 'I didn't, I didn't beleive I would find you haunting Koarn's packlands. What brings you to our valley?' She winced, briliant green-blue eyes disapearing behind nervous lids. Had she tried too hard? She always did... the tainted part of her did.

'Then explain to me the moon, Rush.'

[† Demon †]

Bad posting.. -.-

The heart of the beast was unresting. A thousand thoughts came through the poisoned mind in every second - each moment was as painful as the last, yet with her third eye, and the matters that she held deeply to her two-toned heart, it was expected for her to feel 'evil' quicker than others. Yet, in all honesty, Demon had been evil for many years now -- since birth evil seemed to have run through her veins. It was misunderstood, and yet.. she loved every second of it.

Demon jolted. Her thoughts were interrupted by a similar tone - one she had encountered not too long ago. Yet, the words that came past could not deny Demon a chance to laugh - more so a mocked sneer, but laughter nonetheless. "ha ha, HA!!" purred the black beast, her eyes gleaming with obvious anger for the youth's arrogance. "Do you not get taunt anything these days, wolf? If it wasn't for me - this pack-land wouldn't still be standing!" A sense of pride filled the ebony Bitch, yet so did a sense of doubt - that same doubt which brought a lustful hatred to Phantom, the Co-Drappa. She had stolen the position that Demon herself truly deserved.. and whether she liked it or not, her devils kept reminding her of what she was missing out on. She couldn't escape her horrors, she could only make them worse -- that was the downfall of evil... that was the downfall of a demon.

"I should be in that Co-Drappa position now - I should be next in line... but NO! Tarkah forgets about me! Even when I made friends with her from cub-hood.. and saved her stupid life so many darn times... Ugh! They both infuriate me...!"

Silence.

[Amore]

During this provocotive outburst from the strange she-wolf, Amore remained silent, standing a short distance behind one of the newest Members to Koran, Rohka, a faemme who had joined this Pack with her twin, Rush. Though Amore had not indulged herself in a conversation with either, the Hybrid youth wished to make friends with the pair, but had no idea of how to go about it. So, the snowy adolescent had followed Rohka on her patrol, all the time preparing herself for hostility to her dual heritage, but before a word could escape her lips, Rohka had caught sight of this stranger, Demon as it seemed, and now Amore was at a loss. Thinking it best to reveal herself to both Vargs, Amore stepped forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Rohka, her pawsteps as light and delicate as a feather landing on water. "True it may be that you saved Koran, Demon, but you are still a stranger in these lands." It was stupid to be speaking of something she had no real knowledge of, but Amore was determined to proove herself to Tarkah, for the ivory Drappa's hesitating relationship with Amore was caused by distrust due to heritage.

[† Demon †]

OMT! This is probably the worst post I've ever written... but it will have to do. I have a migraine. -.- Sorry for the suckyness!

As the ebony devil had waited for the words of Rohka, her own devils had took flight. Buried in her mind, a picture of Nocturnia had taken poise in her eyesight - blocking all physical imagery of the real world she stood in. Snarling under breaths of a deep, deadly nature - a cancerous nature perhaps, she finally brought mental states back to reality. Yet, as one did so, a voice came to her auds - one she did not expect. Another wolf. A hybrid. Demon snarled angrily, "abomintion.." hissed the black demoness under her breath, as poisoned eyes traveled over the newcomer like a snake stalking it's prey in the snow.

With moonlight on her side, giving her an eerie glow - the stance she stood in, reveled her form with pride and glory for her way of life. Yes, true she was evil, dark and maybe Wolfbane with a female body - but she too could hold a special place in her heart for Tarkah. And yes, it also seemed that this hybrid wanted to please Demon's white princess. "Watch your tongue, Hybrid.. For if you wish to really please Tarkah - you'd show respect where it was deserved.." She smirked darkly, staring right into those wolf-dog eyes. In her own light, Hybrids were a disgusting nature - something that should b killed off straight after fertilization.. if she had her way, no hybrids would roam this pack - none at all.

"And, another point.. you should not forget your place .. cub.. or maybe I should say pup? I'm sure that is what you are used to.. or did mummy and daddy disown you after they saw what you really were.. a dog trying to be something she's not..." Demon wasn't trying to be harsh, evil or cruel - she was being honest. What many didn't realize was that she was a very opinionated, and very honest breed of wolf - the kind that most of the time did not lie, she would tell it as it is.. and if they didn't lie it (which was most times) she wouldn't care. It helped in her fortune telling, it helped in her relationship with Nocturnia (her devil of the black skies) and it helped steady her unstable insanity... it just didn't help her make friends. And now she no longer cared.

"I think you get the point now, Amore? Or do I need to explain this honesty even deeper?"

[Amore]

It was only by sheer self-control that Amore did not throw herself at the ebony witch before her. Abomination... Was that really how others saw her? If one of her Pack had actually admitted infront of the snowy Hybrid what they truly thought of her then she would not be so fiery, but with a total stranger who judged Amore on sight...well, that was another matter. Choosing not to show Demon how greatly hurt she was by her words, the ivory youth remained composed and merely stared into the stranger's orbs, not caring how rude she must seem to Rohka. Each word that slipped from Demon's throat was yet another stab at Amore's heart, as was every insult to her heritage that had been voiced in her life, yet only a few had ever hit true. So far, the only word that had had any negative effect on the Hybrid was Demon's first word to her.

The corners of her top lip curled upward into a snarl as Amore bared her teeth at the ignorant bitch as yet more poison-tipped words hit home. If Demon's first word to Amore was barbed wire, then the insults to her parents were smouldering coals as Amore struggled to think of what come-back could possibly reach this heartless faemme. "I can tell that the passion of love has never touched you, bittersweet bitch, for if you had ever felt its rays then you would not be as you are now: a foul beast of burden who craves the packhood that others of your cult would sneer at," The ivory Hybrid's orbs burned blue fire as the words that were not her own slipped from her maw. "Are you truly better than us if you have been shunned by the Varg?" Who was saying this? The sweet-natured Amore would never come out with these insults...it was if someone else had control of her voice.

What Demon said next, not even the intelligent Amore could anticipate, for the ebony faemme spoke the youth's name, shocking the sweet-natured side of Amore back into control of her voice and thoughts. Truth be told, the ivory youth was not pleased that such an ignorant fool would ever say Amore's name, but she was bewildered at this sudden knowledge the stranger had mentally acquired. "How do you know my name?"

[† Demon †]

Almost immediately a response echoed out to Demon, calling her an outcast to an extent. For some reason, it struck her a little strange - yet one knew, that these were new callings to the Koran pack, and knew nothing of its heritage, nor its creation. They knew not that if it wasn't for Demon, Koran would not be as it were today; Tarkah would be dead by Balkarn claws. This amused the shadowy creature very slightly, causing dark lips to curl into a sly, and mocking grin - one that could send chills down the spine of Wolfbane if possible. Demon thought that these newcomers to the pack would show a little more respect or friendliness to the Seer of the Vale, or at least to the Lead Warrioress of Koran. She couldn't expect that, however, being that one was Hybrid - the other, just too dumb to understand anything in her life. So, for it all; the words were pointless. And pathetic. Yet, another thing that made the situation feel strange was that the black beast felt not rage at her words, but sadness.. A sadness to the fact that she stood in Markaz' lands without an ounce of respect - that this Hybrid plagued her former lovers last place of life. It saddened her - and by the persona of Demon, it could switch to anger without any three minute warnings.

"Shunned?". A pause, a gleam of poison flashed in those fiery optics - a dangerous sign for all those who taunted her wraith, wished to feel her anger tear apart their flesh. The moonlight shifted - the pregnant moon now hiding behind naked trees of oak, casting a shadow of darkness over Demon. One strand of light shone down her, lighting up merely the left side of her face - the scar glaring out from the shadows. All that could be seen of this ebony seductress was her shimmering emerald - it's color dancing with Wolfbane's flames, and her scar wrinkled as a smile touched dangerous lips. "I think you are mistaken, young one." Another slight pause, as eyes stared right through the cub - reading thoughts, and tearing through her privacy like a mouse in a kitchen full of cheese. "If it were not for me, Koran would be inexistent as it lays now - Tarkah would of been in a watery grave long ago... and yes," she purred her words like a kitten from the man's world - each one dripping with a factual existence. She was not too lie of the history of her homelands, there'd be no point. She was honest. Honest yet a killer of hearts and minds. "--if it weren't for me, Koran's warriors would cease to be anything of the sort. Weak and undeserving of such a title -- so before you make snide comments like before, I suggest catching up on your history..."

As Demon threaded her way through her words, she observed that a slight change in her opponents fur was blending together. A little hidden piece of information that no ordinary wolf could pick up. Only a Seer could reach such private information from such a young Hybrids mind. Being of a half-ling nature, they were harder to read - this one, on the other hand, was more dog than wolf. And seemingly easier to steal her dignity. "So, let's start an introduction, Shall we?" She cooed, mocking the Hybrid as the violent words rolled off a pinkish tongue. "I" she paused, smirking coldly as eyes traveled over Hybrid once more. "-am Demon. Seer of the Vale & Lead Warrior in Koran's Lands. This," she paused, "Is the birthplace of 3 of my still-born litters. The death place of my former lover.. and the home of my Sister..." She paused, a grin of ultimate brilliance now on her lips - gleaming white canines peered through like that of a Cheshire cat's grin. "...Tarkah..."

[Amore]

The cold words of malice threaded their way through Amore's mind like the poisoned silk of a spider, slowly netting everything she stood for like a damned insect. A small snarl curled her lip, as she stared defiantly at the Seer, but for once, she kept her silence. So many shocking facts had been revealed in the space of a few sentences, so many words that turned Amore's fury in on itself and brought up sickening guilt that rushed like fouled water through her system. The ivory youth had no experience of it, but she imagined that losing a litter must be painful, so painful that it could drive a drappa mad if she so much as thought of it once. For one such as Demon to have born three still-born litters, and to have carried on, was amazing, though it seemed that the experiences had not gone withoutn leaving effects, for why else would the bitch be so cold-hearted and mad? And the death-place of a love was where the three faemmes now stood, Amore, Demon and Rohka, Demon's love, one who Amore had never heard of, a Mann called Markaz who had died in Koranian lands. Yet another reason for the black femora to have turned so twisted, far more twisted than Serg, the Dragga Amore had met not so long ago. As for Tarkah having a sister, the Hybrid faemme had not given much thought to that, for anyone could have a sibling, no matter how different they are.

((Don't know what to post...))

[Rush and Rohkä]

OOc- Hehehehehe As you can see I have lost my muse for this post -shifty eyes- let's just say Roh sneeks out and no body sees anything heehee -