Exile

She looked just like a smaller version of her brother, although her eyes were not the warm autumn colors of green and yellow, but instead red and gold like the leaves dying and falling to the ground. Nonetheless, she was beautiful. Her stride was confident, strong, powerful. She was a cold and chilling being, one that should never be messed with but then again, so many did that. They thought she was a push over because of her size, which was nothing to laugh at. She weighed about ninety pounds, and she made sure people knew about it. Now her sister, her little baby sister. That was a different story. Denial was a slip of a wolf, one that had gained merely the brains of the group for she had to weigh seventy pounds soaking wet. Then again, Denial hated getting wet. A faint smile crossed the black princess' lips. Yes, little Denial however had to be the darkest out of them all. She had a nasty little temper on her that got her into trouble more often then not and in all honesty, Exile found it quite hilarious. Camarin, now he had to be the kind one out of them all. He wasn't very nice, either. Just the big guardian, the one who took over and made sure things went his way or not way. Yeah, it was a bad habit sure. But it proved profitable for the girls, so they didn't complain. Exile, now she wasn't dark but she wasn't exactly light either. In fact, she was down right mean, tear out your eyes and feed you to the scavengers mean. Now, think that times two and you have Denial. Ha, yeah hope the valleys ready for them.

You know, most wouldn't think a prarie as beautiful but when all you've seen for that past two weeks is trees, you come to really love open ground. Exile trotted out into the prarie, her head held high and tail loose behind her. This, this was beautiful. There were wolves with some collies in the distance, but why bother them? There were birds in the air, flying back from the south. Wherever that was. She'd never been to the south, always the North. Or West, she'd gone west as well. Wait, had she gone west? Ah, crap she was lost. Had she found where Camarin was? Well...Maybe. Hopefully. She sniffed the air. Yes! He had been here. Weeks ago, but he had been here. Her tail wagged to and fro once more. Okay, so this was good! This was very very good. God she was hungry. What was their to eat around here? Dog, dog, dog, wolf, wolf. Huh, could choice, right? Wait....RABBIT! Exile was about to charge after it when suddenly there was a screech from above and a hawk claimed the little creature. NO! She shouted in frustration. Her fur bristled, and she scowled darkly at the spot where the rabbit had been. That was supposed to be HER dinner, hello! What was his problem. She growled deep in her chest, eyes alight with dark hatred. She'd catch that bird and eat him for eating her rabbit. Yeah, thats what she'd do. Now, where do birds go? UGH! She should have been paying attention to where it went. Maybe she'd ask somebody if they came up to her where all the birds here went. She really wanted that rabbit back. Finders keepers, losers weepers right? So, she should get the rabbit back. She'd claimed it, it was hers. All hers. Haha, okay so now we're ranting about a rabbit. Hey, you can't say thats not a new one. You want to rant about something else? Fine, lets rant about the weather. Its getting warm, and her furs falling out and giving her a rag bag appearance. She hated looking like a rag bag. The female shook hard, sending fur everywhere. Well, least now she looked a little better. But if she laid down in one spot for awhile and got up, it'd look like she'd blew up. Hey, have you ever seen a wolf shed? Its a freaking mess I swear. After traveling a bit further, the female finally grew weary and sat down, but didn't lay down. Like I said, it'd look like she'd blown up and that would just destroy her princess air about her. Hey, don't get me wrong shes not a princess but every girl deserves to feel like she is, so lets just back off, okay?

Villain

A chrome brute began to trod through the birthing grass. His eyes held low as he began to search. To search for those who would not oppose them, or more, help them. He was a converter, he needed to convert. To convert those who looked sourly at the Haunters so see them with a sweet new look. Like a new candy to expensive to by, you are intimidated yet still interested and after you recieve your taste you become addicted.

Orbs caught Exile leaping about in the grass. A victum to his charm, oh how he hoped so. Gray feet began to pump under him, letting his sleek shine through as he moved up to the wolfess. A darker gray mask coved his face, giving him his 'villain' appeal. As he approached he slowed with a gentlemans smile and charm painted over his face. "Well well, what a beautiful lady you are." His words melted like honey-butter from his mouth as he moved around to sit nearer to her. "I saw you chasing that rabbit, would you like me to hunt with you?" He smiled, his tail giving a few wags. "Me and my pack have saved some deer if you are hungry enough."