Dance, my little puppets,

Win/6.2/01  

     Her darling nephew was approaching. She knew this could cause trouble, but she hardly minded. Naberius was a health, strong youngling, and taller than many adult wolves in Moladion, even if he was still small compared to their Demon line. Andras, the wolf whom she’d adopted as her Big Bro, had sired a nice litter, even if it had a runt like Siren in it. Her size was annoying, but Näkki found that she wasn’t letting that stop her from becoming a dangerous force (even if she had to learn how to be dangerous… the whole training a puppy to be bad was quite difficult). Before he arrived, she paused to watch the approached of Tobias. She sighed in annoyance. Idiot. Who was trespassing and who had a pack at her back? Still, none of her pack mates were too close and she’d be lying if she said that that primitive masculine dominance didn’t turn her on some. She lowered her head and let her tail droop by her heels in a yield, though she kept from true submission. She was an Iromarian and she’d not give submission to an outsider.

     Though her focus was on the approaching black male, she didn’t miss the feral fangs of the tiny white thing at his side. Näkki knew the possessive glow in her eyes… and it made her wicked mind turn. The temptation to seduce the black wolf hung from a strand and dangled before her mind like a taste treat. All to piss off the dominant dirty furred estrogen beside him. Maybe she should submit to him and see where those paths lead her… Oh wait. No. Bad Näkki. Andras would certainly kill her for such an unfaithful act and Näkki loved him too much to make him do such a thing. That aside, she fancied living another ten years, if she could.

     A moment later, Naberius’ came into view. She turned her eyes on him as he approached, he silvery pink eyes glinting in the brightening light of day. Eh. Her ears twitched at his exuberant words. So inexperienced! Why hadn’t she stopped them? There were plenty of reasons… now that she thought of them. One, she wasn’t the Alpha! It was his territory to protect. Two, she wasn’t any Cerberus either! Why the hell should it be her responsibility to do some other rank’s job? She wasn’t defending the rank either. Three, she wasn’t built like a brick shit house. She wouldn’t have been able to compete against the combination of the large black one for strength or the smaller white one for agility and speed. She’d have been, quite frankly, shredded.

     Näkki, however, would explain this all to the little fur ball after he was safe. She could feel the familiar sensation of a hunt. He eyes shifted back to the pair of intruders and her heart pumped adrenaline as the rustic grumble in the throat of the black male. What fun would that be to have a trio of wolves to terrorize Moladion – A Demon, Fire, and Shadow. Näkki’s muscles pulsed, almost giving into to that terrible darkness. She could have flipped the switch then, but she preferred her loyalty to the Demon Code. It was the creed she knew was worth her life. And pup hunting? Anger flared in Näkki. The damnable pair were going to try and deprive Iromar of their future!

     In the time the pair had taken to approach, though, Näkki could sense the presence of more pack members. She would have taken Naberius and ran, for she couldn’t protect him alone, but now? Her lips lifted to reveal her sharp, white canines and red gums. Her hackles raised and she answered Tobias with a vicious, higher pitched snarl. She held her position against him, and didn’t pay a mind to the female when she darted forwards for Naberius’ throat, for she knew Vera and Lillith would protect him. Vera leapt to block the red shouldered wolf and Lillith was going in for the kill.

     Näkki scented the presence of Locke, and she gestured for him to step to her side. They had cut Tobias off from his follower and Nakki intended to keep it that way. She stepped further into Tobias’ path to block him from the tiny white thing fighting Lillith and Vera behind her. She and Locke could keep this wolf busy, even if it was she and a pup. He’d be valuable for quick, deep injuries on the male if Näkki was forced to engage him – ordered by Lillith or if he chose to attack them. Truly, the message here was ‘get out.’ Perhaps a miracle would happen and he’d head the message. Näkki wondered if he’d hold a grudge… after all, he’d waltzed in like he owned Iromar, and now he was being kicked out of it.

Näkki