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    pale, alluring lavender optics were closed in a sense of comfort, long lashes shielding them from the bright sun. droplets of snow covered the soft, muddy ground and a light sleet came down upon the young lupine's taupe fur. it was odd really, to see such a beautiful thing in such a violent place.


    you wouldn't expect a young wolf to be so... enchanting. at first glance, you'd realize that she was rather stunning for her age. but if you observed her, it seemed almost impossible.


    thick, downy fur covered her thin body, shielding it from the bitter cold of winter. it was the most beautiful and unique mixture, which couldn't be found on most gray wolves.


    the upper coat was a dark, charcoal type color. as dark as the shadows that engulfed her now, shading her from the warmth of the blazing sun. the undercoat glimmered a brilliant metallic silver, with undertones of the faintest lavender.


    her eyes are what struck you.


    they were otherworldly. enchanting. alluring. cold. mysterious. anything but what you'd expect from a young Bloodclan wolf. they were the palest of lavender hues, accompanied by dark twilight blue and deep violet.


    oh, but her body. her thin, graceful body with it's soft curves and lean muscles. she was obviously in good shape. long legs perfected this fatal but elegant look, making her even more dream-like.


    a deep, content sigh escaped her parted lips, ringing out through the jungle. she seemed to be bored, and actually quite lonely for such a dark madonna.



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    [shadow=black,left]Male - Wolf - Rogue - 230 LBS & Growing [/shadow]


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    Stunning and enchanting weren't words I'd ever use for myself- not because there was no physical appeal to me, but simply because such words weren't on the same spectrum of what I myself was. It wasn't arrogance, just a different type of allure. Sure, you had a few similarities here and there but they were accented differently. For example, my grace was shown in the power of my strides and the balance of my paws when walking through the branches of the trees, in the subtle and subconscious movements I'd make when messing with the guys. It wasn't an elegance like hers put on open display, not something that just anyone could look at and find attraction in. I'd also commented on her gaze when I'd first saw her, and this was another of this similarities that weren't quite similarities, and the one I both liked and disliked the most. It wasn't the fact that they were colored differently- no, my own eyes weren't exactly common either. It was how she looked at others, with the same resonating cold that I did, that made me weary of her. In her gaze was the same predatory intensity as my own, a gaze that spoke of fatality to come while luring the other in despite it.


    They were the eyes of someone who wasn't afraid to take what they wanted.


    I would admit that I hadn't liked her upon first meeting her, not after seeing her set her sights on Awol as she had. That boy was my plaything, and I wasn't keen on sharing him with every other person that came along. Even after Lucy had clarified that they were technically siblings I'd remained tense. Awol was naive and easily convinced of things, and I wouldn't doubt her ability to manipulate him. I didn't care or anything, it's just that I didn't like other people doing what they pleased with my things. So, after spotting the female out laying in the snow my curiosity got the better of me. What was that old saying- keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeah, that sounded about right. It couldn't hurt to head over. At the very least I'd make a terrible impression and make her not want to stick around, and in the best case scenario... well, I guess it wasn't impossible for me to find something useful about her. I wasn't interested in any 'friends', but she might make a nice plaything.


    "Comfy?" I asked as I came to a halt a few feet away. Like herself I was lightly covered in the large snowflakes falling from the sky, only they stood out much more on my off black coat, speckling the darkness to set a grizzled contrast along my body. Dual colored eyes had come to rest on her with a neutral expression which was likely tainted with a streak of my current boredom, but I didn't care enough to pretend to hold any more interest than I actually did. She hadn't made enough of an impression on me to coax out anything beyond tolerance and mild curiosity, but I could be fair if I wanted to, and this was a good chance to re-write first impressions, of which im certain my own weren't the best. Oh well- I'd offered her some of my liquor at least.











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    [color=black][font=georgia]Before joining Bloodclan, Sloane had been like every other mountain lion in existence: living in solitude and fighting both others of her kind and humans for meager territories that gave little in return for the effort she put into keeping it. Aside from the constant battle, her life was boring, and lacking of anything meaningful. That was the reason as to why she left the mountains to this place. The legends of Bloodclan were enough for the slender creature to kiss her old life goodbye.


    Alas, when she got here, the female had not expected all this diversity. Everyone was unique and different, each with something that made them seem like they just hopped out of a human fairy-tale. It was wondrous and amazing, but also made her a tad bit jealous. Sloane was not extravagantly colored, nor did she have mutations or cool powers. She was intelligent, yes, and clever as well. And the feline was also skilled in warfare, but so were others. The mountain lioness was a common hue of sand-gold, and her eyes the characteristic olive her of species. The only thing that one could call unique was the way she held herself: moving with fluid, but cautious motions, and eyes slightly narrowed. Her expression was always in a limbo, somewhere between a scowl and a look of disgust. Pale orbs shone with curiosity, and also a glimmer of cunning. Her look was designed to make others go away; to leave her in peace. It made her a ghost, and that was the way she liked it.


    The Adaar female caught the scent of the male whom was at her joining, and followed it to the area in which he resided. Fourthwall was accompanied by a strange, yet gorgeous female wolf. This glorious creature sparked Sloane's interest, though not necessarily because she wanted to make nice. Twas merely for the sole intent of discovering who this canine was beyond her beauty. "Greetings," the cougaress spoke, cold voice mildly pleasant. She greeted Fourthwall with a slight nod before resting her haunches upon the ground, regarding the she-wolf quietly.

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    deep lavender eyes glanced up ever so slightly to see the hulking figure of an ebony wolf. ah, fourthwall. see, I didn't think he was all that bad. though, he was too close to figuring me out. I guess you could say we knew about each other, but only gave subtle hints of knowing. see, he was a killer. anyone would know that, sure. but he was like me. he had a plaything that he didn't want to share. for this, it was greed that was his seven deadliest sin. hers? lust. that should be rather simple and easy to find. but him? she knew he wanted awol. but she'd like to play with her brother's sweet emotions first. she then saw a cougaress stride over, and noticed her eyes had shifted to an odd color. a deeper, darker violet that wanted and envied and sent shivers own one's spine. though, she made no change and simply let it sit there. it was like a hallucination. if you stared into them for too long, she'd put you in a deep trance. Hello, Fourthwall. I am indeed. her alluring voice cooed sweetly at the dark furred lupine, before she turned to the sandy colored feline who had spoke to her. Hello. I don't believe we've met. she slowly got up to sit, one haunch opened slightly. she was such a tease with her long lashes and hypnotizing gaze.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Non-existent brows instantly shot upwards, a tiny, amused smile playing on her lips. Sloane was not the cold and calculating type, but she was sure as hell sharp enough to catch that minuscule change in expression. Oh ho ho ho! There was nothing the tawny creature loved more than a nice little game. Chuckling to herself, the mountain lion shuffled her paws, and met Atlanta's amethyst gaze. There was something very interesting about Atlanta. She was gorgeous at first look. So amazingly beautiful it was almost hypnotic. But beyond that, there lurked something darker. It was common with creatures like her. Whatever it was Sloane could not pinpoint it. She got the feeling that Fourthwall had an idea, though.


    "No, I do not I've had the pleasure." she replied causally. "the name is Sloane. And you are?"

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    Atlanta. the creature purred, with a deep sickly sweet tone to her enchanting voice. it sounded like the angels and demons had conjured something together. the looks of the angels, with her hypnotizing stare and long lashes, and the lust and envy from the demons seven deadly sins. ah, how interesting this manipulative animal was. with her bittersweet personality. Your name is very unique and can I say, beautiful. Much like yourself, I suppose? her lulling voice spoke, long lashes fluttering.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]"Atlanta?" Sloane repeated, and gave a satisfied grunt. She could definitely connect the name to the face. It fit, so to speak. Her eyes danced across the form of the she-wolf, studying her closely, all the while leaving a pleasant expression upon her features. It was during that moment when Atlanta commented upon her name, causing a hearty chuckle to rumble deep within her chest. "Darlin', considering how much your flappin' them feathers on your eyes, you're gonna up and fly away." she said with a slight smirk. "Regardless, I appreciate the compliment. at least I think it's a compliment since I can't see myself 95% of the time."