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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:09 pm
Having just cleaned her paws of the blood from her scratch post, Algoma was, for once, not maiming anything. However she was sleeping, so that could have constituted for the non-maiming-ness. The ivory and flower pelted feline reclined in a rocky shelf above one of the other caves absorbing the light from the sun.
In this area, the scent of blood didn't reside for every now and then, even the demented creature, wanted to just sleep with nothing tickling her nose. Ice chip orbs flickered into view a couple times as the feline was coming back to reality. Something was coming and living in this area as she had the lynx made a guess. A wolf. Why was it she tolerated their presence again?
Oh, yea, world domination and a war that would unfold soon. Or at least a blood bath, that was the feline's wish for the winter. Ah, nothing like seeing blood on that pure white snow. This got a twisted smile from the feline and to just put up some sort of pretenses, Algoma closed her eyes again to give off the perception of slumbering once more.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:27 pm
![]() Emerald orbs scanned the earth as he traveled at a steady pace, sure to keep an eye around him. No need to travel and be reckless. His paws carried him lightly, and his eyes were falling on the cold earth that was becoming more cold with the impending winter. The light snow falls were small, but they were a visual of what was to come. It would be a hard winter. But he knew he could pull through, as could his pack.
Wow. That was odd. His pack. But he was growing ever more used to the idea. He enjoyed the feel of carrying his own pack.. Twist and he were on the makings of pups, and he knew that he could easily make a clean escape of his past.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:43 pm
With a twitch of her small triangular nose, the lynx caught the scent of the wolf headed her way. This wolf had the heavy scent of Twist on him, and, knowingly, the retched father and mother that he spawned from.
Her small bobbed tail flickered against the cold rock and she stretched her paws out. After all she was becoming stiff lying where she was. Opening her eyes again, she spotted the growing orange welp, head held high almost laughable.
"Well the fruit never falls far from the tree," she muttered. Rome walked the same way that his sons did at their age, yes, Algoma had known his parents for a very long time. However, the only thing the wolves knew was that the feline was evil and demented, they didn't know how far it ran in her blood.
Standing up, and tired of just watching, Algoma placed her front paws, claws extended again the rocky surface, forward, almost appearing like something about to leap, and looked towards the mutt moving forward. Her stance was defining to any authority figure but her own, and Twist only had her respect with promise of blood lust quenching, plus they thought somewhat alike.
Cocking her head toward the growing bag of fur, a smirk popped onto her face. "Not to many walk in this area," she called out, this was true. All the scents were of prey animals, herself, or the faint trace of Twist. This is the location the two had came to plan out Alas' death/banishment/torture, what ever one welded it to be called.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:56 pm
He nose was sniffing the air, trying to sort through the prey animals and the other predators. But the only predator that he could smell, had th musk of feline. Twist had never spoken of Algoma, though Alas had said something about a lynx.. Or had she?
His eyes scanning the ivory cat, he kept his stance, tall and proud. His ears caught her words and he wondered what it was she had in mind. She seemed to smell of death, and the area he was in, almost proved she dabbled in the art of death all too well.
But this was also partially his land. His and Twists land. The very o utskirts, yes, but their land indeed.
He snorted,looking back into her cruel orbs.
"Im sorry if I have disturbed you, miss.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 1:30 pm
Opening her mouth to yawn, her ears went back and her fangs were exposed, before she shook her head and kept her eyes on the proud and tall dog before her. The bitter eyes watched the other, he seemed to have some sense to what she actually was, a cold hearted murderer. Sad thing was, he didn't know that she was also a sadist, but she had given word to Twist not to harm the welp.
At the moment she had an upper advantage on her posted shelf, but if she knew anything about the genetics that this orange mutt had. Strength was something admired, though not all children took after their parents, her mother was proof of this statement. Jumping down off of her rocky over hang, Algoma eyed the bit larger animal.
"Algoma, is what...I'm called, Wazaam," she spoke in a brush off kind of manner. Yes, she even threw the mutt's name into the mixture, might as well keep things interesting. "Besides, you didn't disturb much more then a cat nap," she played on her species with that single word.
The ivory feline locked her eyes on the mutts, she never did this, because most dogs weren't worthy of eye contact...well besides her playing with them...the eyes that is. "You seem to be shaping up into a...fine alpha, young one." She had to pick her words carefully, this was already aggravating her with no maiming being permitted. At least when she spoke with Alas, she could have envisioned the pink fluffs death being painful. However, to cover up the want to call the dog a mutt, she just simply went with a truthful statement, Wazaam was a young one to her, just the same as Twist was.
Though she needed to have Wazaam believe she was good for the pack, though she didn't even consider herself a member. So instead, the lynx shifted her disposition and gave a painfully gentle smile, "And knowing that you are the partner to Twist, I figure you shall know," obviously she wasn't mentioned to the young, it was no secret between the wolf and lynx that Algoma liked fresh tender meat, but something that she was good at gave her a good reasoning to gain a bit of Wazaam's trust. "I'm the packs...ummm, how to put it, spy breaker."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:25 pm
Wazaam gave her a suspicious look, wondering where she had heard his name before, if he had never seen her around. Her scent was familiar enough, but he couldn't place it. And it had nothing to do with the area around them.
Then he lost all look of suspiciousness and his ears perked as his eyes flicked with interest.
So she belonged to the pack somewhat.. Well that was good to know. Least he felt he didn't need to fear her. His orange pelt shook as he shook his head, letting his fur poof out a bit.
His paws were large, but so were the lynx's. She was an even match for a fight if he had decided as such. She could probably have caused a bit of damage had she not liked him.
"Well its good to meet you then Algoma."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:32 pm
Algoma saw the look and just gave the little, well not so little, wolf a soft smirk again. She loved getting those looks, sometimes the lynx even wondered if she liked them so much more then even the maiming...nah, nothing was better then hearing the pained cries of even the strongest animals, that included herself.
However, just as quickly as the suspicious look appeared it seemed to waver away. With a flicker of her tail Algoma kept her head high, showing she wasn't one to bow at all to another, heck she would probably stand just as tall if someone was to take her down at the knees.
A solemn shrug rolled off of the feline's shoulder, this was where her lying came in claw. "The same for you, young Alpha. Though I'll have to tell you, Twist and I have came to an agreement. I'm counted as an equal to her here, but there is a pink she-wolf that believes my show of loyalty to be...unorthodox. After all betraying healers always fear when it will be their turn to get interrogated, and I'll be honest, I'm not the nicest animal when beating information out of others." She gave a genuine smile at the thought of sinking her claws into the pink fluffs hide, and of course her own words of interrogation. Maybe she would go back and beat some more believes out of Flare.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 4:07 pm
He listened to the words of the lynx, and his mind traveled to Alas. Ah yes. It had been Alas who had warned him of the lynx. He hadn't listened, but she had warned him.
She had been a traitor, and he could smell it on her pelt. He growled a bit at the thought of her. Darkened black lips curling a bit as he showed his fangs to the invisible thought of the Pink wolf.
"I know her well enough."
He said, his fur bristling again.
He wondered if Twist had taken care of her or not..
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:16 pm
There, that spark was what she had wanted to see. Not even the best actor in Telk could pull off such the body language. Ah, if he knew Alas, then that meant she had spoken of the foul lynx that wanted to kill everything, which sadly was partly true. She was foul, but if you killed everything living in the world then that would leave the world in a boring stage. No one to torture would surly put the lynx into a foul mood, until she died.
A leisured smile came up to her lips, "From your response you like the waste of fur similar to my own likings. I'm saddened to say, but Twist hasn't given me the go on maiming the betrayer out of the pink dog, or using certain methods to find out things from her." Algoma frowned at the thought, yes, Algoma thought with her claws, but Twist did have a good reason for letting the walking hairball live.
Algoma also saw the similar look in the bristling youth. With a sigh she decided to add in, "However, Twist is wise in keeping her whole. We don't have an idea what that other pack is like, the one that traitor goes to, so we don't know how involved she is in it. Twist's doesn't want any wars, and she fears damage to Alas could start one."
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 11:39 am
Yes. A war on his newly aquired pack would be hazardous, and he very well knew it. A teen in age, Wazaam looked muscled and quick. He carried the look of the adult wolf, and his mind had grown quickly as well.
He had lost his childhood, and found that it had been exceptionally terrible. Giving his emeralds back to the Lynx [Figuratively speaking, seeing as she would like to posess his eyes<3]. He gave her a gruff nod, uncaring that he looked hardened.
"Yes, Twist has good reasons for doing everything that she does. But it doesnt mean I like the pink curr anymore than you do. Traitorous fiend. I dont see how having her in the pack, could help us.. She is a traitor, and should be remembered as such.."
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 12:16 am
Algoma gave a small smirk, aw, Twist had picked at least a good hardened fool to brain-wash. This next comment she knew would harden the orange male more, but she just couldn't refrain herself from saying it.
"I'm sure your mother and father are proud of you being their alpha, though personally I don't think they know yet. Just a cat's intuition." Algoma walked to one side, "I think Twist is keeping that curr around to make sure that the pack has someone for healing services. Alas knows Twist can snap her like a twig, but Twist wouldn't want to anger the pink fluffs followers, so I would do the job."
Algoma shrugged, "I mean after all you and Twist also have a whole pack to run and wasting time on something that I could break easily would be a waste of your time." That was her justification to the young male, though she was also hinting that she wouldn't be listening to their, Wazaam's and Twist's, orders unless it dealt with some flesh being removed.
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