(Open)This revelation is seemingly rare.

[sythe]

To her, the werewolf community reminded her something like an underground city within a city, a whole nation hidden under a nation. Different wolve’s knew their place, but you always had that rare faction of the wolves who saw things a bit different, who didn’t think they had a place nor did it seem that they wished to have a place in that society. Coal colored eyes scanned the horizon, it would seem as if.. this young female wolf, with shoulder length raven black hair
the girl wasn’t exactly short for a female wolf at least in her eyes she didn’t think so, but it so happened that this young female was one of those.. different wolves, the type of wolf who didn’t want a place in this society, at least in her eyes a society ran under a ”Rat.”

Her voice was loud and she stood there, her shoulder’s slouched, a taller man, darker skinned stopped. ”What did you just say?" she smirked to his voice, as the man turned to her, he had a good few inches on her, but her attitude didn’t change. The girl stood there as whispers filled the air, ”Sythe is at it again..”, “She can’t keep starting fights under this new rule..”,”She‘s going to get herself killed one day“ she smirked at the whispering, as she rolled her head over her shoulders. ”I called you a rat“ she purred to him, as her fingers clutched into a fist cracking as she did this, and she rolled her shoulders, as she stared to him, she felt her blood start to rush through her veins as her heart beat quickened, the adrenaline rush had been drowning her, ”You don’t know who your messin’ wit lil gurl.” the man spoke in broken english.

She rolled her eyes, ”I’m messing with a rat, so of course I know who you are.” she said quiet slowly. ”Or. Do. You. Need. Me. To. Speak. Slower. To. You. To. Under. Stand?” she tilted her head a grin on her face, the darker skinned man growled, showing yellow stained teeth, he threw his massive bodice at her, and at the rate he threw it at her, his fist held high the girl hit the ground, a red mark appearing on her chin as she laid against the ground, her elbows propped herself up as she stared to him, a grin on her face as she spat out blood, the ground hissing as the saliva ate up the dirt slowly, she jumped up and in one fluid motion the man was on the ground her straddling his chest, as she sent wave after wave a barrage of punches at the man.

Sure.. she didn’t fight fair, but she didn’t have too against some one this big. She felt him grab her leg’s with his hands, and her eyes widened as he stood up pulling her with him, the man held her upside down as he smirked down to her, his nose had been crooked and his grin had been bloody, as a crowd watched the fight from a close enough distance to see it and block it from any scouters for the alpha, or maybe one of the scouters were in the crowd, she particularly at this moment wasn’t worried about that, she felt her body be thrown up and then she felt the hard ground against her back, she let out a gasp in pain as she was continuously slammed against the ground, like some sort of rag doll. She growled as a third time she was slammed against the ground cracks could be heard from her rib cage slowly cracking, she pulled her self up, and the great bulk of were seemed confused at the girl’s upper body strength as she punched his elbow.

It bent in another direction suddenly and Sythe had been dropped on the ground as the man fell to his knee’s cradling his arms growling, as he shook his head as if attempting to shake the pain off his mind. She smirked as she walked up to him, well she forced the smirk.. she wasn’t exactly expecting to be a rag doll and be tossed around, she walked up to him and stared down, even though the man came up to her shoulders. ”Rats...” she smirked, as she suddenly kicked him in the face, causing him to hit the ground, with a thud of dust around her. She held her ribs as she walked out of the center of attention.

She rolled her eyes as people whispered about it, ”Can’t you all just get on with it?” she growled darkly, as she turned a corner quickly leaning against a wall, her head tilting back as if to start towards the rising sun, she gripped her ribs tightly putting pressure on them, give it a day or two and she’d be good.. but still it was a pain in the arse. She let out a sigh as she shook her head, her hair straightening itself out.

[Zane]

Zane walked through the streets, a smile on his face as two turics walked at his sides. Course, He would have preferred to walk without them, but rose orders. They couldn't have there puppet dieing. Zane rolled his dead like eyes as he walked, looking around. He wasn't looking at the shops or the products. He was looking at the people, seeing weaknesses. Seeing how some were's looked at others and smirked, thinking of dystoring the other and just leaving the surviving one with despire. Zane liked that idea.

Zane decided to wonder, letting is feet take him where they would go. This place was ok. He liked it. violence was accepted now and such fights were common. Course, he knew that he wasn't liked, but what else was new.

Zane turned a corner, and saw one such fight going out. Zane smirked, his eyes lightning up alively as he saw blood hit the ground. Zane watched, not noticed by the crowd as he watched the girl fight dirty and he giggled. He loved watching others fight, and beat up others. And she was rather good. Fought dirty. Zane liked that. he would also like to dystory both, putting both inside his dungeon and slowly cutting them up. Course, there could be others ways to seeing something entertaining out of them both.

Zane watched as the girl walked off and snapped at the crowd. There was a moment of silence and then a clapping sound came out. The crowd all turned as if by one and saw Zane standing there, clapping slowly and mockingly. the turics at his side were all glaring at everyone and someone in the crowd reconized him and said," It's zane!" and bowed quickly. Everyone soon followed, minus the one withering on the ground. Zane smirked and just waved it off, his signal for them to not bother as he waled through them and to the werewolf on the ground, bending his knees and resting on his legs."Disgrace. You lost to a female that is not even one half your size." Zane reached down and took the wolf's shoulder, and squeesed. A small cracking sound rang out and the wolf's crys rang out as pain erupted in his shoulder as the collar bone snapped. Zane let go, looking at the blood on his hands, then at the female.

Zane walked up to her, taking her face in his hand and looked at her like he would a horse. Zane smiled, letting go and asked," You started a fight for no reason. Angry about something?" he asked, smiling and looking at her rips, recognizing the signs for pain in her side. "Little something bothering you?" He asked, a challenge in his voice.

[sythe]

Her eye’s closed slowly, as she held her ribs softly her ears twitched up as her eyes slowly opened as she heard clapping. She wasn’t a curious person, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes again. An odd scent filled her nostrils, and it cause her heart to speed up and a shiver to go down her spine, as if it was the first cold winter that preyed upon her back. To other wolves Sythe’s scent was something odd, she did not smell like a wolf, nor a human she smelled of a bush of lillies that fell under the first frost. She felt hands curl around her face, as if she was some animal. She felt her lungs vibrate her chest, as the sound traveled from her throat, it was like hot coal and it was a threatening growl that ruptured past her lips, a threat, the growl died off as the hand slipped away from her, and her eyes opened.

They widened, and she growled to him as she slipped past him, she didn’t like to be cornered. Speak of the devil She growled to him, before turning her back to him. ”I don’t want to be seen with a type like you.” she growled and turned to him forcing a smile. ”Your highness, it’s nice to meet you, I hope I never see your face again.” Such words would have never been spoken, but you see Sythe didn’t like her flaws being pointed out, her weakness She stared at him, as if accepting the challenge in his voice, her muscles tense her eyes narrowed, her lips formed an annoyed scowl as suddenly an older werewolf stepped in front of the girl, she was older, with gray hair and eyes filled with wisdom.”Forgive her, Sythe is a lost child she can not hold her temper.” the elder woman spoke quietly.

Sythe glared to the woman, she knew who she was the woman who ate curry with her. She stared to the woman, she didn’t need forgivness from some one like her, Sythe rested her hand on the old woman’s shoulder before pushing her back towards the crowd. ”I don’t need his forgivness, old woman.” she spoke darkly. ”Go back to your little meat puppets over there.” it was a demand, Sythe was known for challenging her authority, one would be surprised to hear that she had not been an alpha, had no mate nor pack, one would be surprised a loner would have that attitude, and then other would expect her to be a loner, never expecting one like her to be held down. Her eyes stared to him for a what seemed like an eternity, no fear was in her eyes, she still hadn’t have came down from her adrenaline high yet from the last fight with the bohemeth she had gotten into a fight with, who was now on the ground gripping his wounds tightly, moaning in pain his pack members helping him up, apparently he had been a lone wolf who had been known for his fights.

She grabbed her jacket and moved it to her, before staring at him, waiting for him to look away, she wasn’t going to loose this stare down, she never backed down. The elder wolf stared to Sythe. ”Don’t bite off more then you can chew, Sythe..” she warned, Sythe snorted at the old women’s words. She’d rather die on her feet then live on her knee’s, would she get in a fight with him..probably...would she loose... well of course not and if she thought she would loose, she had no problem fleeing.. beside he might win the battle but she was never going to stop trying, she wouldn’t even let death stop her. ”I have somethings better to do, I am sure there are millions of other girls who would love to be in your presense, however I see right through your fake smile and dull eyes.” she spoke quietly, almost as if it was a promise, or the words of a paranoid insane woman.

Would this be the first time Zane was ever talked to like that, Sythe didn’t know nor did she care, maybe she should have bit her tongue, but that just wouldn’t have been her, but by the rate of her heart beat.. she had a feeling something was going to go wrong, she her whole body was tensed, she was ready to avoid any attack, and given in her current condition.. it’d be a rough fight... she smirked, good. She needed a challenge.

[Zane]

Zane watched, intrested as the older woman came out of the crowd, trying to cover for the girl. To zane, it was amusing. The older were was pretty to, and zane was momentarily lost in the image of her wrists in chains, her body hanging above the floor naked and with long weeping marks. Zane liked that image.

Zane snapped out of it as the older were backed off, and zane's face took the image of dissapointment. So much to that fantasy. oh well. there were other hunts.

Zane clapped again as she tried to walk away. he had stayed silent as the girl had said her insults, but now, his claps rang out in the still air as silence rang. he could see that the other werewolves were scared for the girl now, even the one that she had beat up. It was such a Delicious scene. Zane love an crowd watching.

Zane stopped clapping and walked up to the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning in close to her ear, saying," My eyes might be dead, but your going to end up dead," and his eyes turned alive.

Zane grabed her arm on her weakened side and pulled, pulling her into the ground, putting the force into her ribs. The two turics came up, but Zane waved them off as he held her weaken arm above her back in a wrestling position."Girl, I am the alpha here," And he kicked her in the ribs, getting up and laughed, his eyes alive from this small fight.

[sythe]

Her body tensed up as she was grabbed and slammed on the ground, the cold hard ground was something she was use to seeing, a poof of dust went around her face, she squinted her eyes and growled as she glared up to him. Oh so it was a fight he wanted, she felt her muscles tighten up as she felt the pressure get off of her, he wouldn’t be alpha for long. She moved in fluid motions and for the average wolf it would be hard to see her movements, she stood up turning her body at him and throwing her fist at his face, her fingers curled into tight ball’s ready to fight and throw down.

Her eyes seemed to shine at the fight, her body was ready to avoid any attack from the man, and his little meat puppets pathetic turics she rolled her eyes, as she made herself ready to dodge any fist thrown at her, or if the turics decided to jump into the fight, which she was pretty sure they would, she highly doubted that the man would take her on all by himself, it wasn’t like she was a short, female wolf.. with an even shorter fuse.. okay so that’s what she was. She jumped back distancing herself from the man, her eyes narrowed, she had to actually fight she grabbed her jacket and threw it to the ground, if she would change she would rip through her clothes, she was going to actually have to try in this battle, she was going to have to think and not just consider it a mindless brawl she tended to get herself into.

Her heart beat had been pounding hard against her chest, and her lungs had been hungry for oxygen, what was this feeling, this sudden adrenaline rush, that seemed to take her bodice to a new high, it was like pain wasn’t a feeling rather more like a stinging, a numbness that tickled her body, her cracked rib cage though was the only thing she felt at the moment, it gripped her lungs tightly as she glared to him as she took a step forward. She smirked, as she tilted her head back and looked to him. ”Thank you your highness, may I have another?” her voice was taunting and cruel as she jumped at him to kick him at his feet and trip him.

Her eyes focused on the turics behind him before glancing to him, the crowd stared to them, the air was intense, not very often did the wolf challenge an alpha.

[Zane]

Zane smirked as the female got up, asking for more. He liked this female. She had fight in her. Everyone else didn't challenge him.He was bored.

Zane laughed as she tried to kick him and jumped over the strike, his werewolf strength surging through him. He was ever so happy he had it. Ever since the scarlet rose, he was more then a half wolf. he had there strengths, and more. His spit didn't heal, it burned. His claws had more acid. he was a living weapon. Zane landed behind her, lightly a gracefully, and lashed out, his speed suprising as His leg made contact with her hip.

Zane spun from the Kick, landing back down with his legs together and his back to her. Zane always had a talent for theatrics and jumping. Zane bunched the muscles in his legs and Jumped up again, spinning backwards in the air and landed on a roof top, using his unnatural strength to get there."Little girl red, go home instead." He rymed, his twisted nature showing as he gave a bark of laughted and jumped down. His real strength was in his legs unlike most werewolves. Course, he started human now didn't he?

he landed right in front of her, His feet coming down a foot from her as He lashed out a blow, forcing the fight backward. he didn't let her have any ground as His arrey of fist and feet Forced her back. Course, he was drving this bus, so to speak. He knew where his turics were.

The turics came up, both reaching out from the crowd and grabbing both the female's arms and holding them up and her above the ground. Zane stopped, panting slightly and smirked, His eyes alive. Zane laughed, knowing if this had been a real challenge this would count as cheeting, but no real challenge had been issued. And If you were not a territory alpha, then the high alpha didn't have to fight you. The idiot Kellen accepted his challenge though.

Zane looked at the female, and smiled, saying," I am the alpha here," And lashed out, punching her in the mid section. Zane laughed again as he saw the pain on her features and turned to the turics, his claws on his fingers extending for a minute and he said," We are taking her back to the castle. I want to talk to her some more." Zane's smile said that talking was the last thing on his mind.

[sythe]

She growled, of course she would miss. Her coal eyes narrowed as her moves had been futile, no matter how hard she had tried it. She stood up, balancing herself as he jumped on the roof top her eyes narrowed to him, and they seemed to shimmer bright blue as her temper started to be played with, her anger started to bend the cage that held her animal inside, breaking it to her will. She ran at him, she wasn’t going to feel worthless or hopeless, she was going to win this fight, she never lost a fight, never. She paused and almost a look of shock would be on her face as he appeared in front of her, which would seem out of no where, her arms went up defensively, as each blow he hit at her, hit her fore arms and sent her a step back.

Her forearms made a sickening crack sound, and she bit down on her lower lip as she was pushed back, she quickly felt her rage boil to it’s peak as she felt her arms grabbed. ”It’s not as easy as you think.” her voice slowly faded from a laugh into a growl as her eyes seemed to glow a neon blue, black fur had covered her bodice as her clothes ripped to shreds, the two turics would be brought to the ground as the woman shifted into a full werewolf, something most wolves twice her age wouldn’t have been able to accomplish, but the wolf was fast weaseling out of the turic’s grips, the wolf was small for a werewolf, but she was lean he could see her well defined muscles on her raven black fur, which had been thick all around her bodice, but what stuck out most on the wolf was that blue markings adorned her head, the same color as her breathe taking eyes.

She jumped over the turic’s grip, maybe her hind legs would kick one in the head, if she was lucky, but they were simple distractions to her main goal, she would deal with them later, she was pretty happy she threw her coat off in the beginning of the match, it wasn’t that she cared for being naked, she just didn’t like the hungry look so many men dare give her when she was nude. But right now, she was on her last resort, in pain and was fighting the darkness that ate at her eye lids, but her eyes on the surface she was enraged and simply wouldn’t stop until she was knocked out or killed, and she didn’t want to die.. and she didn’t want to loose.

She darted at him, a speed that would seem almost unbelievable at the short distance. Her eyes had been pools of intensity, as she lunged at him, aiming to bite down on his collar bone, her fangs long for a female’s. This was her last resort, the monster that hid under her bed, in her room in her head. She growled, he wasn’t taking her down easily, she’d be damned if he’d take her anywhere while she was up and kicking. The crowd gasped at this, a full werewolf, was rare and even more rare that it was challenging the alpha, her claws went to dig into his stomach, even though her reaction time was a lot slower due to her injured forearms and her ribs, which she was sure was broken from the last attacks.

[Zane]

(everyone has a werewolf form here. And, payne, it isn't that rare. it is a werewolf city. some wolfs only walk around in that form.)

Zane watched impressed that this female had broken loose from his two turics. Zane jumped up, his best strength and dodged the strikes. He would do this as a human, but with a werewolves strength. he rarely went wolf anymore. Zane was sort of vain. He disliked how his werewolf form looked. it was so sickly, but way stronger then his human form. But his human form was strong to.

Zane flipped in the air, landing between his two turics that shifted as well in response to the female. Zane smirked, looking at her with eyes that seemed way to interested and alive for the situation. It was like a fire was behind them. Creepy. Zane snapped, and the two turics lunged forward. One was a speed wolf, while the other was a strength wolf. The speeding one zipped forward, catching the female with a series of blows to the back, zipping around her as his partner came up, throwing his fist like a giant hammer. He missed, hitting the ground and the pavement cracked. A werewolf's bones were thick. Zane watched as they kept her away from him in interest, glad he brought them. It was entertaining to see others fight.

Zane laughed, seeing the speedy one fighting her and ran in, jumping over them all and landing on the female shoulders, slapping both ears to cause one or both to pop. Zane wraped his legs around her neck and swung down, hanging there for less then a second and raming his elbows into her ribs and then dropping, using his hands to push himself between her legs and out of her range. He saw the strng wolf attack her and He got up slowly, knowing the turic would keep her busy.

"Give up girl. You have lost," he said, laughing at the fact. Course, these wolfs were the wolf of the north and south. the west was that brat kylar and east had yet to be found. Not even the high alpha could name a wolf that title of a wolf of a wind. Four of the strongest weres. Course, there were rumers that east was kellen, but he doubted that. The East couldn't be Him. Zane looked at the turics and said," East, west, Finish this off."

[sythe]

(All werewolves ("weres" for short) can transform on will to a werewolf form, and only a couple can go the full form of a wolf. There is an extremely rare case that a werewolf can only go to a full wolf in transformation, but it is one in half a million.

Read more: scarletrose.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=help&action=display&thread=4#ixzz1V5Yo2Sso)

She landed, stumbling a bit as she turned growling to him, as her body tensed up as her neon blue eyes locked with his sea foam green. It was a warning in her eyes, this wouldn’t be the last time he saw her. Her fur perched up as she growled to the two turics who sped at her, the turic of strength was easy for her to avoid, however the speed got her, she let out a startled yelp as it attacked her from behind, she turned suddenly her claws scratching the speed wolf’s face momentarily blinding it as she jumped away from the two, not back down no matter how battered she appeared, her ribs had been broken in many places, and she could taste blood in her mouth, the wolf growl her acid saliva and blood dripping on the ground off of her teeth.

She dug her claws into the ground as she prepared herself to fight she bit at the rat as he crawled on her, letting out another yelp in pain as she felt her momentarily loose hearing in her left ear, she hit the ground after the man left her, her breathing was hard, the girl struggled to her feet growling to him, was that all he got? Her eyes narrowed to him, as she stood up her legs shaking below her as she growled to him running at them, as he gave his final command, she’d rather leave alive, and lost then dead and dumb, her teeth grabbed at the jacket thrown at the ground, and she jumped over the werewolf king, the false prophet, she stopped landing in the crowd and turning to him, her eyes narrowing on him.

This won’t be the last time that I am seen here she thought, before forcing herself to run into the crowd, she’d have her revenge, but she was swore and tired and fighting the urge to pass out. She knew she’d be some what safe as long as she leave the werewolf capital.. she had a feeling she might have been followed also, she she pushed herself until her stomach hurt, at how fast she was running and she thought her feet would never touch the ground. When she’s healed up she would fight him, and she would win. She exited the crowds and turned a corner. She’d hope he’d actually fight her, then she could show him as the coward and weakling he is. She glanced behind her would she be followed..?

(Thread end?...)

[Zane]

Lets see how
You look like
Plastered over the wall

Zane laughed out loud, his hystiric laughter at how she ran, and he called out," RUN LITTLE PUPPY RUN! THE BIG BAD WOLF IS GOING TO GET YOU!" Zanbe laughed and started running after her. The chase, the hunt, Oh it was the best part.Zane jumped up, landing on the roof as North and south Chased after Her. Dear gods, This was the best part.

Zane watched as South pulled up behind her as North Took a side street. He would get her with two of the wolves of the winds. Course, he wanted all four. Then no one would challenge his right to rule.

Zane Jumped down off the building, Flipping and landing in front Of her In a Fork in the path."Not this way Puppy," he said, Laughing As South was coming up behind her. Zane laughed, His eyes more alive then most have seen to tell the tale. Course, he decided to let her go. But Driving her to the gate was fun to. Zane Lashed out with a kick, Aiming for her ribs again As South attacked from behind, leaving the right open to run and Escape to the gates to escape. He knew what He was going

(Lets her escape. I want Zane to make an enemy)

[sythe]

Right now she didn’t care about them, besides the fact that she wished she could taste his blood drip down her tongue and throat, she wished she could hear his bones snap underneath her her powerful jaws, and massive fangs. She wished she could feel his skin rip beneath her talon like claws, she wished to hear the false prophet beg for her mercy. But she had no genie to make this come true, no magical fairies to wave their wand and grant her very wishes; all she had right now was herself and she couldn’t get her wishes done if she was dead, so all that wishing, all her wants she converted them to something else, something true, something raw, pure survival; it coursed through her veins like some sort of morphine that ate at her pain, took it away- that survival, that raw power.. had been adrenaline.

The pain meant nothing to her at this moment, her heart beat had been racing and the only thing she focused on, the only thing her ears had zoomed in on had been her own footsteps, her leg’s had been pushing her body mass forward, each muscles working together as if she had been some sort of robot- a machine meant for the fight and meant for the flight, each muscle could ache but she didn’t know that... at least right now. She felt a sudden impact to her stomach, just missing her ribs as she skidded to the left a bit, another great were bounding behind her. She ignored it, she wasn’t dying and she didn’t plan on being in a cage or tortured, as she jumped forward and landed outside the gates and dust kicked up behind her, as she turned her head suddenly and glared at the two, before bounding off quickly into the outskirts, into the wild.

Where was she going? She didn’t know, but she promised herself silently she’d be back, she’d show him the big bad wolf, she’d show him who the puppy was, fake... she jumped over an obstacle, she felt as if she couldn’t run anymore though, her darkness eating at her vision, as if the very sun had been flickering to a darkness where she couldn’t even see the snout in front of her face, not even see the rocks below her feet, but she wouldn’t stop until she was sure that she couldn’t smell that scent, that scent of a rat... that scent of a fake, but she would keep the scent in her mind, lock it away in a box so whenever a cold wind blew, whenever he was near by and she was healthy.. she’d go at him again, she’d make sure that he was alone, or she had some one or a few people to call her own pack... her own friends and family; people that would die for her as she would die to them.

She’d be back.