TO DARKNESS, TO SUFFER WHEN I FALL
I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL

Poison hearts will never change..

Delicate cherry glossa ran along emotionless obsidian scars that were called lips, beige luminaries dancing across the domicile before me that was now claimed by some brujo whom I had seen a couple of times. Previously he had challenged for Spring Grounds, and almost beaten the regals twice in battle. I knew he was what I was looking for. Another little golden bird had also divulged me with those small little pushes in the right direction; the brute is violent and dark, he won’t bring any good. That was why I was here now, sedentary at the border as I awaited for him to come.

I would not howl, simply because I knew if he was smart enough then he would come to attention of a migratory arrival.

Upon my pate, that was now lowered in some form of submission, my two long dappled tulips twisted to attention on a forwards lean, picking up all the sound within leeway. In the past I had been trained to pick up on little things - fresh scents, traces of more frequently used paths, track ages, sounds, the other skittish animals and so forth that gave away claim of little pieces of information that would come in handy. The dominion had been active but not for a few days to a week or so, even. A new regal who was letting his assemblage grow inactive within such a short continuance of those few weeks he had owned the place; not something I liked, the one small let down so far. It would be such a shame to let this place go to waste, especially when many of the other packs were declining in activity.

A steady sigh bled from my jaws as I positioned myself lower on the ground, throat not quite facing up but still in offering in case the brujo did show -- In any case that he didn’t, then I would just have to wait and see what my plans were. So far it seemed he had another feminique in waiting, and I wasn’t the patient type when it came to females.


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Impatient now, it had been ten days since I had arrived. Dappled tulips fell backwards as I rose, fores stretching out before me gracefully. I arched my vibrissae, jaws opening wide to display all the sharpened pearls within the dark chasm; In my mind I quickly went over a few of my options. I had not even discerned the brujo for all of that time since I had arrived and a few days before that as well; I started to wonder whether he was as good as I had presumed in the first place. Above me the aubade orb of light had faded and was replaced by it’s milky white sibling, much more friendlier to those who enjoyed the night such as I. Soft silver rays trickled over my already dappled sere pellicle. I twisted my luminaries over the boarder before me a few more times before finalising my decision.

‘Come forth, sir, fall into my ambuscade.’

Mumbling sarcastically to myself, I hesitated once more as if the brujo himself were to hear my hushed calling and materialise from the nearest shadow. No, he however did not happen to do this. In the next movement I arched my pate backwards, cervix bent as far back as I was able to go, showing I was not scared and I was not ready to be intimidated. Behind me I rose my sere appendage above my rump, curling it to rest comfortably as any lone wolf would; I did not do this to be cocky or try and overthrow the brute. I did it out of habit, because I plainly felt uncomfortable being submissive without reason.

A small intake of breath and I was ready, lungs depressing the same draw in a dangerous howl that no leader liked to hear. My challenge was simple and to the point, telling the brujo that he had one week to answer me or so lose out of forfeit.