I don't stare at Cade, letting my eyes wander over my surroundings, continuing to memorize everything about the pack lands. A feminine figure wanders in, a multi toned female with crimson stockings. She has a look in her eyes that says she's trouble yet she doesn't seem to be much more than a teen. She looks me over and I meet her gaze unabashed, an even stare that roams over her curves just as freely as she's doing mine. She's a deadly looking creaure, that's for sure, but a bad girl can be predictable too often. I like someone who can continue to surprise, someone who keeps me hungry for more. She looks like a princess with a tude. Interesting, but she'll have to do better than that.
Her eyes show distaste before she looks at Cade with a chuckle. I prick my ears at her sarcastic lyrics. It's obvious that she doesn't think much of Cade. Tilting my head some, I fix her with another calculating look, watching her go sit off by herself and grin before looking at her paws, an innocent expression as true as my own purity on her delicate features. Hm, she'll be one to keep an eye on, for sure.
The crunching of small paws makes me look up, ice blues fixating on the small dark colored male who wanders into the clearing, looking every bit of lost. He looks around and then fixes his gaze on Cade, asking if this is Andere Siete. I glance toward where he came, wondering why he's alone but I've heard of pups wandering Blossom parentless. They usually don't last long unless a wolf with a soft heart is quick to snatch them up for protection. I know I've headed off a few lonesome cubs while in Blossom and it never ends well for them. Hey, a wolf's got to eat. I lick my lips slowly, eyes looking hungrily at the pup but I remember my manners and look away, focusing instead on the next wolf to arrive, an arrogant looking male with fresh scars on his hide.
He's almost pure scarlet in color, his dark eyes the only reminder that he's a living wolf, not a puddle of blood here to serve me. I note the hewed off end of his tail and how it's cocked to the side some. His hindquarters are marked as is his shoulder but all in all, I'd say he was the victor in his battle. This must be the wolf who went to take on the challenger. He holds his head high as if expecting himself to hold the crown but I watch his facade change when his eyes set on Cade standing tall on the rock. He wastes no time in bee lining toward her position before leaping up right at her, pushing his weight as if to shove her off of the rock completely. It seems childish to me but I'm the one who picked this pack so I guess now I have to lie in the bed I made for myself. Sighing, I shake my head and turn my attention to the next arrival, a large dual colored male with plenty of scars to boot.
This male goes straight to the punch, his eyes locking on mine as two warriors facing off across an arena. I meet his gaze right back, ice blues simmering with heat of the challenge. I do not know how to back down, it's not in me. I can tell he's trying to see where I fit in, how much of a threat I am. I'm always a threat. Blood stains my past and my present and I'll be damned before I wipe my future clean of the life giving substance. Take it or leave it, I'm not to be trusted but when everything runs to shit, you'll want me on your side. He looks at me long enough to take his fill before he tears his gaze away, finding the princess with the complex next. I note the sudden flahs in his eyes as he takes her in. Someone has a crush, it would seem. How cute. My lips twitch but I'm trying to behave, at least at this first meeting. I watch with interest though as the male gets up and moves closer to her before sitting down, his focus turning back to the meeting.
Deciding to leave that alone for now, I turn my gaze to a midnight colored teen wandering in now. He doesn't smell of Andere so I'm guessing he's a new arrival as well. The way he moves, his deadly cologne, my hackles bristle automatically. He's a vampire. I know it as true as I know the sun rises and the sun sets. He hesitates a moment on me as he looks around but he's eager to talk to Cade the most. He dips his head and doesn't meet her eyes, greeting her politely before introducing himself as Damon. He mentions siblings and I tense, wondering if they're like him. A sudden movement has my head snapping around to see a female bursting out of the trees toward Russia. I shift as if to rise but then I catch her heady perfume and I see that she's related to this pack, or at least a member. That should mean she's alright....I'm guessing anyway.
She nips at the other girl's ear and I feel myself relaxing. Yes, friends or siblings then. I turn my head up, a new scent finding my nostrils, that of another male. He smells like Damon though so I'm guessing this must be one of the siblings he was talking about. I wait to see the figure but no one appears. I guess they plan to wait near the borders then. But another figure sauntering in has me looking up, eyes narrowing in suspicion at the younger teen who smells like Damon. Another sibling but this one looks hungry and he doesn't look like he knows quite how to control it yet. He looks toward the pup and talks to someone over his shoulder about a buffet. I quirk a brow at his nerve. He's either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid, maybe a twist of both. My gaze finds Damon, wondering how he'll react.
The one he must have been talking to appears out of the shadows next, his expression painful to look at because I know it well. He's trying to fight the thirst. It's so hard at first. Godric spent years teaching me to control it. My eyes flash when he makes a comment about dibs on the runt though. He must be talking about the pup. Of course it would be the easiest target but they should be smart enough to know that a pack's going to protect its members, even the newer ones. They'd be dead before they can even set a fang into the young one. I've been curious to find my own kind ever since returning to Blossom but I would kill these younger wolves in a heart beat if that's what the pack was planning to do. It's all about survival and I'm good at adapting. I'm a survivor first, a diplomat second.
My attention turns back to Cade as she comments back to me. My lips curl back into a grin, flashing deadly fangs as I remember our last and only meeting before this. That's how all the best conversations get started. Perhaps we could remedy that with another good conversation later. My eyes glint with mischief but she should know that I mean no harm to my future alphess. I will serve her to my best interest even if I still think she's got a lot to learn. I watch her nip the air, my skin rippling with pleasure before Cade looks toward the other girl, answering her sarcasm with a few words of her own. Then she addresses the pup after a look that clearly says she think he's a little slow in the head. None the less, she welcomes him and tries to compliment his mind though I think we all know why she hesitated.
She turns her gaze on Quirino, her eyes expectant as if she already knows what he's planning. When he leaps at the rock, she pulls a fast maneuver meant to make him topple right over her. I watch with humor but keep my mouth shut. After all, if these two are related, which I'm pretty sure they are, he'll most likely be ranked over me, no doubt. Once she's made her point, Cade jumps down from the rock, clearly irritated but something tells me she knows too much about the male to try pushing him back. She turns her gaze to the large red and white male next, nodding her head to show that she knows him. Then she analyzes the charcoal stained male, listening intently before telling him that he must have something to offer if he asks for sanctuary here.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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