Bad girls do it well;

[Cheshire |]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Every bone in her body tingles; it is the anticipation that drives her forward steadily. Even in the barren sands she walks with an elegance, soft and quick. Her body is built for distance, for speed. The sun is unbearably hot even though the sun has set. It had been nearly an hour that she had officially entered the packs territory; and yet no one had approached her. Perhaps the reputation they maintained had proceeded them. Were they cowards? Had she begun to wander the desert for no real reward? Vixen cocks her head, entertaining the fact that perhaps she has miscalculated the location. The thought of a pack residing in a desert was enough to send the dame spinning. But if they were what she had heard, then Vixen could survive in the barren land. The sand would collect in her fur, and the sun would continue to heat; but she could handle it. Vixen wanted power. Conquest had been whispering in her ear; telling her to consume. For power was a tangible thing; atleast to Vixen. It was touchable by every kill she made, by every word she spoke. By everything she destroyed. Her eyes did not work as well in the darkness; she she relied on the smell that would help her find the way. She decided to let a bellow out; which was soft and inviting, not like the actual creature who made it. Vixen wanted to get to this pack as soon as possible, considering how dangerous the sandy dunes could prove; especially at night.

[satyr]

Syndra was what the desert had made her. She knew no mercy, and she knew nothing of a life without strife. Every day was a struggle, not only to survive, but to lead. Many of her subjects coveted her throne, many coveted her - thinking it would grant them some sort of Emperor title. Syndra tolerated none of this, not only as a leader, but as a female. She offered no 'wiggle-room' in her orders, doctrines, and schemes and any who questioned her were either silenced immediately by Vetis, or by herself. She would not be challenged, and she most certainly would not allow her power to be stolen from her by anyone. The Alpha kept a sharp eye on her pack, knowing the types of wolves a 'meritocracy' attracted. She was happy to have their servitude, but she was even more happy when she could make an example of a traitor whenever she could. Her tail swung behind her, long legs carrying her over the dunes. She knew to never doubt the hidden dangers of the land she ruled over, and the other pieces of land that she would inevitably come to rule over. The female prowled along the outskirts of her territory, seeking anything she could sink her teeth into...or drag back to the rest of her pack, of course.

A bellow reaches her ears. It is not a challenge, it is not a threat....but Syndra knows all to well about pretense and other falsities. As a keen and avid manipulator, she knows quite well that anything and everything can be some sort of trap. Still, the Alpha tilts her head back, howling in return. Running from a conflict is unlike her, but it is unlikely that this wolf, whoever they may be, was asking for directions out of the desert, especially with the fervent rumors going around about the cruelty and savagery the Morbid Empire is known for. The black female casually walks over another series of dunes, her elegant gait and poise earning her an air of royalty. Her eyes catch sight of this new wolf - a lanky thing that sparked Syndra's superiority complex almost immediately. Her tail swished behind her slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, and, for added urgency, Syndra summoned a ghoul, the blue phantom materializing not too far away from the new wolf. Not many would wander into her desert, and there were only two reasons as to why someone would do it willingly. "Speak quickly." She pauses, shoulders shaking with soft laughter. "For your life depends on it."

[Vetis]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Vetis2.jpg] "Speech" Behind the horned empress was her dark shadow, towering over her and leaving a silhouette behind her tail of intimidation and power. Vetis was a beast among mutated wolves. He walked with his Alpha to keep her safe and follow her direction to his death, so as she followed the bellow, he walked behind her, his chin up with a rather cocky swagger. His lips twisted up a little when she tilted her head back and let out that songful tone. It sent chills down his fur and his fur fluffed up against his back before she made her way towards the dunes. Up and over he followed, finding himself looking down upon a lanky red toned wolf with nimble stick like legs. There was a depth filled noise in his chest, as if he was unsure and he was letting Syndra know. It bubbled from his lips before he slid his tongue across his lips and followed her over the sands. Her voice hit his ears and he turned to look at his Alpha summoning one of her spirits. He just moved to stand half behind her half beside her, his presence there for her protection, and perhaps a bit of intimidation. His own shoulders shook slightly in amusement when he heard his Alpha's threats. A sinister smirk past his lips slowly, exposing those ivory fangs with a cocky smug little look. Oh how badly he wanted to speak, to get answers from this wolf in the most sinister way possible, but instead, he kept his mouth shut and let the lovely Syndra ask the questions. After all, she was alpha and he was simply the Lord Protector. He shifted those large shoulders, rolling slightly as he lowered his head, ears flicking forward. He stared her down, slitted pupils widening, as if to take in more of the sun and get a better gaze. She could be an asset or an enemy, a spy perhaps even. He wanted to be sure and he would do what he could to make sure. But that was under Syndra's voice. He would compel her to speak honestly if his alpha so wished it, but it was not his place to act out of turn. Often times he would tease his sweet horned empress by making her feel emotions she despised, but she knew it was all in fun, right? He clicked his tongue softly and swiped the dark pink appendage over his maw slowly, leaving a slight sheen his saliva had left.