numb

Numb's lithe slate gray and black body moved through the alleys of the town like a shadow from the ghost world. Her silent paws tiptoed gracefully around anything noisy in her way, slender muzzle dipped down, picking up the nasty scents of garbage which made her sensitive nares wrinkle in distaste. Numb was not here to pick at some foreign food which may or may not be edible. She'd rather her meal be raw and freshly killed, thank you very much. Yellowish green orbs took in the darkness around her with glee, their depths dancing in the dimly lit alleyways as she made her way forward.

Numb had always been more at home in the dark. Her eyes were well adjusted to the night, she was a predator through and through. Flicking her banner as it curled upward behind her slender chasis, the fae had no destination in mind as she stalked through the alleys. She was just here to explore. Having tasted the aroma of other wolves nearby, she was wondering why they took up residence so close to these other strange smells that weren't at all appetizing to her senses. Finding a new tastier smell, Numb wrinkled her lips, flashing pearlies as a small growl not at all feminine left her chasms. A cat hissed and ran from a trash can not too far off and Numb's lips pulled into a smirk, letting a whispering chuckle escape.

Fear. It was a delicious smell, almost as filling as a freshly killed carcass. It could feed Numb for days. But then she wouldn't have the bonus of blood and crunching on bones. Licking her chops almost in memory, she continued to pad silently, gaze looking around her in wonder. Stopping, hackles raised slightly. Another wolf. Lips wrinkled back again flashing dentals again but no sound left her mug. No, she'd wait for them to get closer and present themselves personally to her before she decided what action to take. Numb wasn't a kill for nothing kind of girl. No, she didn't need much of a reason to kill you, that's true. But then she wouldn't get that tasty scent of fear if she wasn't a little insane.

What's your scent?

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numb~female~slate gray/black wolf, yellow eyes~Grey Wolf~four winters manipulated by DarQ

R.azorblade

He moved with deadly grace and poise, a creature made for the night. Razorblade was a true killer, a hunter, a thief. He was the Son of Saydin and Kahvi, not nescessarily good, but certainly not evil either. He had the potential to be both, and sometimes it was hard for him to discern between right and wrong.

Razorblade smelled of pain, lust, and hate. Fear was not an emotion that he knew very well, nor would he ever know it. The scent of Numb came to his nares, and he moved quietly towards her. The silver hued male came to a stop, about five feet away from her. Careful, pretty one... The Lurkers are on the edge this day and intruders are being questioned. He held himself aloofly, tail down, eyes holding hers. He was pure masculinity, tough muscles and eyes like sin. He watched Numb quietly, never pushing her. He just though that hopefully she would run, but he wasn't used to this home. Here, wolves weren't murdered for no reason. Here they were allowed to love...

numb

Numb raised her muzzle, taking in the fresh scent. A wolf. Male. Heading this way. Analyzing the data, Numb felt a sneer paint her porcelain features as her alert cryptic eyes glared through the fog, waiting for the figure to appear. And then he did. And damn, wasn't he a pretty little thing. Numb took in his silhouette with a practiced eye, having seen many a polished stud. Ah, the muscle and tone. It was enough to drive any girl wild. The way he held his head low where you could barely see into his eyes, it spoke of evil potential, the nerve to kill. Numb felt her own pink muscle lick her chops in glee. This should be interesting. Banner stayed behind her carcass, curved up curiously. Auditories perked forward toward the hunter, tips pointing toward his moving corpse. Come here, love. Let's play. Mo< As he halted, she almost pointed her bottom lip out in a sulk. Ah, I wanted to feel your rippling muscle rub up against my spine. I wanted to breath sweet warm breath into your laced back harks. Easy now, girl. A slight girlish giggle escaped Numb's velvets. My, getting a little hot under the collar there. Eavesdroppers took in the titan's dark masculine vocals, a small purr sound escaping chasms in pleasure. What a mysterious sexy voice you have, my dear. All the better to whisper your name with, love. Dentals flashed in Numb's sexy little sneer as she lowered her crown slightly below the brute's showing respect as she stepped forward and stopped. I believe we are now four feet from each other, sweets. Oh, how i can make this into the most devilish game you've ever played.

Pinnacles laced back upon her slender scalp, Numb turned her dull golden ooids toward Razor as her silky threads of lullaby flowed from her mug. I call myself no intruder and hopefully you fill the same. I am merely a visitor you have not met yet. Careful is not my middle name, yet caution seems to keep the worst at bay mostly. Yet maybe the worst is what I desire. These Lurkers you speak of, could it be that I am now conversing with one? Gilded occulars glittered from her dipped facade, taking in the hunter's form again as she moved forward to a halt again. Three feet. Shall we continue?

Razorblade

His eyes watched the little bruja with curiousity, but he was careful and wary of her as she moved closer. Living with Saydin had taught him to not be stupid, and to be light and quick on your toes. Fearless little creature, aren't you? He thought to himself, before offering her a small smirk of approval. A scar marred his pretty little visage, cut just right across one eye. A little reminder of where he had come from. It was more of a distinguishing mark now, his fur growing in black there, where it had once been silver. Saydin's momento to him. Yes, puppet. I am Razorblade, a... pack member of the Lurkers. He said it almost uncertainly, for he was a member here but at the same time, he was not the most welcome creature. Walking that thin line of good and evil made many of the Lurker's wary of him, and he was mostly ignored here. However, he was a loyal thing, and the pup Dawn, she was his charge. No matter what Bullet thought, Dawn was his pup. Valian's bastard daughter.

Brave brujo he was, Razorblade took a step closer to her now, his eyes watching her carefully, judging her. She was a pretty little thing, with mischief in her eyes. Another smirk graced his black kissers, and he laughed softly. Good thing you are fearless, puppet. For wandering these streets alone can be a very dangerous thing. Silver ears tilted backwards, listening intently for any intruders, humans, canines, lupine... But it was just the two of them, alone in this alley. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, but they were of no concern to him. He hated living here, but he had no where else to go. Not anymore. The Lurkers were a pack that was feared in the valley, feared by most at least. Razorblade liked being feared, liked others cowering before him. He bowed to no one, no how.

I am Razorblade. Tell me, puppet. Who are you, and what is it that you seek? Mystery, a savage beasty poised to attack at any moment. He definetly wasn't a boring creature to be around, that's for sure...

numb

Numb kept the smirk painted on her countenance as she watched Razorblade with interest. I like the way you call me puppet. Makes me feel out of my own control. Can I blame on you if I kill? Hehe, another girlish giggle escaped her maw as she walked closer to him, this time right up till she walked past his shoulder, breathing her sweet warm breath into his ear teasingly. Continuing on by, she caressed her banner under his chin, daring him to take charge. God, how she loved a man to take charge. Auditories swiveling around their bases as she listened for his sexy lyrics again, Numb moved her chassis back around to face him, dipping her muzzle as she looked at him from under her long lashes, orbs twinkling in mischief and lust. Can you handle it?

Ah, so he's one of these Lurkers. Oh goody, just makes this more fun. She'd be getting a real inside peek of them through him then. Yum yum. Sneer still on features, she responded in a silky voice. Razorblade..what a lovely name. Fearless? I wouldn't call me that either, dearie. Simply more curious than most of the darker things. Danger? Now I like danger. Tell me, Razorblade, are you dangerous? Her voice dropped down to a seductive whisper on the last question, dipping her muzzle toward the ground as her auds laced back with pleasure. Flicking her flag, she stepped closer again, wondering what this brute was going to do with all the hints she was giving off. Numb wasn't a slut, just a major tease to titans she liked. And so far, this one was the most delicious looking she'd seen.

My name? I am called Numb, love. Says a lot about me, doesn't it? What do I seek? Nothing and everything. The world is my pandora's box and I intend to open it. I answered yours, now my turn. What do you seek, Razorblade? Her voice now permeated with lust, as she slowly circled him, her head dipped low, eyes staring daggers dipped in strawberries at the hunter. She could be a tempting little vixen when she wanted to. Oh yes, this gladiator was just irresistible.

Razorblade

The male watched her cautiously, his guard never dropping for an instant around her. Oh little girly, what is it that you want? I can't play with fire today, for I've already reached my last straw. His smile was slow, bitter, and one to cherish, for a smile rarely graced those black lips of his. Trust me, puppet. You don't want to find out just how dangerous I am. He shifted his weight, the harsh glow of the lamplights above casting half his body in shadow, the other half bursting his silver fur into flames of gold.

He maintained himself with bitter control, even as she flaunted her beauty, but one such as her, she need not flaunt it. Natural beauty, yes indeed, but he loved that darkness about her, the coy mystery. Lightly, he nipped at her as she went by making sure he caused her no pain, but enough to capture her attention. Seek? Oh puppet, the thing I seek most is a lover with fire in her eyes, and a quick silver tongue. Another slow smile graced those lips of his as he watched her through shadowed eyes, their predatory stare boring into her own not with agression but with his own lust and want.

numb

Oh, but how he called her to him. The way his eyes never let down that wall around her, it just made her want to cross that invisible line, put herself right under him and dare him not to make himself vulnerable to her then. Numb loved challenges. As he smiled, she let out a slow purr like sound, stretching her fore limbs out before her slender chassis, letting him see the prize all stretched out and bent over, probably just the way he liked it, she bet. The smirk deepened upon her facades, she put her tail up, flicking it side to side, a dare if you will. Oh yes, she could tease this brute till the end. Ultimately it'd be his move to do something about it. Girlish giggle escaped vocals as she circled close to him, letting her warm sweet breath tickle the back of his nape as she whispered softly in his aud.

Oh, but don't I?

Continuing her circling, she sidestepped gracefully as he nipped at her, just enough to let his fangs rake along her thick snowy fur. Oh, but the sensation of it. She shivered a little, the lust growing. She almost wanted to step closer the next time, let his dentals find skin. Ah, now that would be too much for him right now, probably enough to send a sexy devil like him right into hysterics, the ecstasy of it. She loved sharing blood. To her, it marked possession more than any rub against of scents. It marked total domination. And she loved to be dominated. Getting close again, she dared to rub her spine right under Razorblade's chin, flicking her tail to curl around his shoulders as she went. Oh, but how she knew he wanted it. Wanted her. Well the ball's in your court, love. Make your first move. Optics glittered in their depths as she stepped away again. It would ruin the game to stay so close, that would give her up. No, she wanted a little more time, a little more foreplay if you will.