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Adamantine’s heels had a peculiar tap on concrete. They weren’t a click, or a slide of shoe, but a easy tap. The easy tap though, was a warning for those who ran away from the corrupt senshi, as she slowly pursued a small little senshi who knew no better of the world. Laby had told her to be careful who she chose as her enemies and who she chose to fight. Being as delicate as her magic allowed her.

But her tap was heavy in the warehouse, as it echoed in the building. She could feel the aura of the senshi and not so surprisingly, a aura of a Captain. She didn’t have to know who exactly it was because she always felt his immensely overwhelming hunger. It was like the man practically emitted the thirst for power with every bit of his being.

Laby had made a smart choice in recruiting him, and making him one of the wolf pack’s cubs. Plus he was her predecessor. One of the first.

“Hello, Little Puppy.” She didn’t turn her head towards him, but up to where she could hear the senshi rustling around. “Are you hungry Wolfeite?”




He felt her coming, and remained in place, dark gaze hooded as he stared out a dusty, grimy window to the city below. Wolfie's hands were tucked against the small of his back, and he made no move to follow the senshi just yet, though he could taste her presence in the air itself. Something small and scared; rabbit like in nature.

And another signature, though this one was familiar.

Wolfeite rolled his neck, his eyes flickering. He did not turn around when he heard her speak, instead simply watching the figures move down on the sidewalk, the sound of cars passing in his ears.

After a beat or two, he shifted, slowly, reaching a hand into the pocket of his uniform.

“Always,” he said to her now, and drew a starseed out, sliding it into his mouth easily. There was a crunch that echoed through the warehouse as he bit down, swallowing the entirety of it and feeling the burn down his throat.

“What brings you here, Adamantine?” Wolfeite asked. “Chasing someone, are we?”



She stopped in her tracks, her heels silent amongst the rubble of the building and the senshi’s aura still blaring over her head. She heard the crunch and assumed that Wolfe, in his fashion, had eaten one of the very items they were either gifted or meant to take to the negaverse. She didn’t mind either way, as she was almost always there mostly to gift the starseeds to her team members.

Her fascination with Wolfe, since she had met him, had always been about the power he sought. Like a moth to the flame, they had all come together under Laby’s wings. They all sought something. She always wondered if it was simply power for Wolfe.

“I was hunting, but she bores me.” She shifted, letting the shawl that was summoned with her uniform drape around her arms. “They always take me into buildings. Always try to ambush me, as if I don’t feel them in the room above me.” She scoffed. “Do you want her?” The girl said it almost casually, as if she was offering Wolf a candy bar on the street. “I have no obligations to her besides personal enjoyment.” She preferred watching more than she actually liked doing.



He had long since learned not to underestimate the ones who looked delicate. Adamantine was perhaps not nearly as capable as he was (no one was), but she held her own better than most, which Wolfeite could not help but find satisfactory. The same went for Tourmaline, though not for Aluminite; that weak fool was hardly capable of doing anything at all.

Wolfeite felt the burn of the starseed as it settled through him, a jitter of power racing its way through his veins. He rolled his neck, his eyes glinting above the kerchief, and let his gaze flicker across Adamantine’s almost lazy elegance.

He appreciated her disdain for the civilians, since it matched his own. Somewhere within the warehouse floor, Wolfeite could hear the shift of footsteps, someone trying to get away, but there was no where to go, and they all knew it.

“They think themselves smarter than us,” said Wolfeite airily, and he flexed his fingers, gauging the direction of the human somewhere to his left. “But yes, I will take her.”

Her starseed, rather. Wolfeite hungered for them now, felt the greed of wanting them in his veins.

“Does she have a name, do you know?” he asked casually, making his way around the room in a wide circle. “Or should I call her simply food?”



Adamantine followed casually behind the lieutenant and considered herself lucky she had been awoken on the right side of this little war. Should she have met Wolf on the order side? She wouldn’t have lived long enough to tell the tale.

“Who doesn’t think they are smarter than someone else?” She made a sort of grunt sound. “Obviously we are smarter, we cornered her? I hate people who don’t fight for the end. Smart, not stupidly.” God she wanted to take the starseed herself, as she felt the anger well up. Stupid senshi, who thought they were saviours. Saviours of what?

They were doing this world a favor before getting rid of her.

“Senshi of some sort of flower, I didn’t really get her name. Food is more appropriate.” The corrupt drifted behind Wolf. “Be careful though, her magic tricks have a surprisingly potent way of stilling the body for a couple of seconds.” Adamantine on the other hand, blinded.



“This world is filled with stupidity,” said Wulfenite, rolling his neck again, flexing his fingers. “In fact, most of those that are surrounding us tend to be on the lower spectrum of intelligence. Sad, really, but not wholly unexpected.”

After all, there was really no one who managed to reach the level of brilliance as himself. Wolfeite heard his footsteps echoing in the spacious area, and the faint sound of someone shifting, moving around. A gust of terrified breath, which amused him.

A nod was given to Adamantine, and then, abruptly, Wolfeite lunged. His fingers tore through the decrepit hangings of what had once been a curtain of sorts and found behind it a figure. He dragged her out, and she came stumbling and gasping, fingers clutching at his hand where it was fisted in the front of her uniform.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Wolefite crooned, and he gave a sharp jerk of his wrist, throwing the senshi into the hard cement wall, where she gave a little shriek of pain and crumpled. He walked towards her, dark eyes flickering towards Adamantine.

“They’re all so pathetic, aren’t they?”



“Circle of life.” She drew the circle in the air. Eat or be eaten. Prey or predator, It didn’t matter. In the end, it was the one who knew what strength and how to use it. She had once been a little girl, resilient living until she was given this way of life. And with it, came a healthy respect of just how life was really taken.

She watched as he lunged, like an animal with his muscles bunching underneath the uniform and tilted her head curiously. While they had all hunted together, she really had never seen him take charge. Laby was the alpha of their small pack, and she followed the man with a strict patience.

“Running didn’t get you very far.” The corrupt looked at the senshi, without a hint of sympathy for her predicament. “Don’t start crying.” She hated that sound more than anything. “Wolf is just going to play around with you a bit.” She leaned back and closed her eyes, resting on the wall. While she didn’t care about the girl’s predicament, she did care about the treatment. Violence always made her a little more queasy. Perhaps because of her history of always being surrounded by it.

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