radioactive [Remus]

[satyr]

Night hung high above the island, stars winding effortlessly through the black sky. It was only then that the island came alive, especially in its more forested areas. Plants that glowed in the dark, lightening bugs that dotted light through the air, predators moving through the woods, through the darkness. The female's forked tongue ran over her lips as she gracefully moved through the tall grass, seemingly unhurried. Syndra had wandered far from her desert home, that she knew and would surely not deny, but there were times that she felt a great desire to grow more accustomed to the lands she would soon be ruling over. She had left Vetis in charge and unwittingly passed around the other pack lands, knowing it would be disadvantageous to start anything with the other alphas. Not that the Morbid Empire was weak, mind you, Syndra simply found no enjoyment in conquering when her enemies were on equal footing with her. When the Renegades or the Mafia began to lose footing...that's when she wanted to strike. A smile passed over her lips at the thought, her long tail swatting the air behind her.

The Alpha had only been to Devil's Falls once before, but she had remembered its beauty and tranquility very well. Syndra gracefully bounded over a few rocks, trotting to the lake's edge. There did not seem to be anyone around, yet one never truly knew these things, so Syndra did not let her guard down - as much as she wanted to admire her image in the lake's surface. The female regally leaned down, lapping up the cold water. If only a lake this large was closer to her home, that stream they called a water supply was hardly...'refreshing'. The alpha sighed, standing up to her full height. This place, this lake was one of the areas on the island that she wanted most...but it was foolish to claim them now, especially since they were so far from her pack lands. A closer Alpha would simply rush in and rip her forces apart, well, if any of them had the sense. Syndra thought little of her rival alphas, they were mere obstacles in her path, mere stepping stones on her way to victory, to her destiny. Syndra raised her maw toward the waterfall, watching the red glow radiate from behind the falling water.

She glanced across the lake, taking in her surroundings, but also looking for any signs of another wolf. Venturing out like this was an ample opportunity to recruit, and yet just as likely for Syndra to get herself into a small scuffle. The alpha huffed, rolling her purple eyes, as if another wolf would attempt to challenge her. Did they know who she was? Did they even know what she was capable of? Bah. Syndra's tail swished through the air as she walked along the edge of the lake, staring out onto its surface occasionally - though more often she looked only at her own reflection, admiring herself vainly.

[nem]

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Remus.jpg] Devils Falls was a place truly beautiful, and horrid all the same. Perhaps it was the contradictions that made is so appealing, so gorgeous. Remus didn't think to much on it; Rather, he focused on the simplicity that made the Falls what it was. The water falling glowed red, all day, simply because of the plants behind it. The water wasn't red; It was an illusion that Remus wasn't sure he actually appreciated. It was misleading, and well, in a way, a fake... However, it played it so well, used in to it's advantage. A metaphor that could very be put into everyday life, and even a lesson within it. Remus wandered the edge of the lake water, looking at it's ebony hues and admiring the darkness of it's cunning waters. Deep down below, he can see the movements of lonely spirits. As a Necromancer, he really could see the dead. There was those rare occasions he could quite literally raise them from their graves; However, it consumed much of his energy. He could hear the moaning of the spirits, ripped of an sort of haven, damned in this world. Remus, after listening to the complaints and pleading of the dead, had made it far in a short time. He was tracing the lakes edge, not really out with a purpose. He could tell himself he was out to recruit, but in all honestly, he was a wolf; He wandered, and gave into instinct all to often. Though he was honourable, he made mistakes. However, after her scent coming into his nose; after seeing her face, a cunning smile was played onto the males maw, and he was suddenly oblivious of all his thoughts. "Syndra, my dear, that pretty little face of yours can't be that interesting, for you to stare at it so long." Remus cooed, his voice a charming baritone.