Soleda

A steely form crested the hill into the main packlands, every muscle tense as she approached these lands again. It would take no effort to tell that the beta female was truly pissed indeed, and anyone and everyone would do well to tread lightly around her.

Soleda sported a recently healed shoulder; the blood had long ago ceased flowing, but the scar remained, and rheumatism bothered it now. This might be partially blamed for her bad mood, but her growl was low and dangerous nonetheless as she paced back and forth at one side of the clearing. Oh yes... she was having a royal fit.

Shadows dancing on the wall
Silent screaming
Watch them fall

They say that shadows only come
Where light exists to cast them
But whoever thinks that shadows need light
Has never been one

Shadows dancing on the wall
Silent screaming
Watch them fall

Abamocho

His gaze wandered and upon his wandering gaze did he find Soleda. A soft smile crossed his maw as he began to trot towards her. Unlike others, he wasn't going to tread lightly. No, in fact he was going to be his smart ass self and goad her until she snapped and took all her fury out on him. She'd feel better, and he wouldn't have to deal with her throwing a fit for weeks on end. Go against something you couldn't handle, little chica? He said in a soft mocking tone. There was laughter in his eyes as he stared at her, never wandering now. Soleda was like a possession to him. His toy, his own personal toy. No one else could have her. She was....his

Soleda

Ah, Abamacho knew his lady well. Just as predicted, she whirled to face him, a growl forming in her throat. I am nobody's chica Abamacho, and don't mince words with me. She turned and continued pacing irritably, eyes aflame with anger. Who asked you, anyway? What business is it of yours what I've done? You don't care anyway. You never cared. She threw the last statement in his face like an insult. She wasn't necessarily mad at him, but she was angry and wanted to hurt someone. Abamacho was just conveinient. But he was definitely succeeding in his aim. She was putting all the control she had into not attacking him. She was positively furious.

Abamocho

You know chica, I'm surprised that mouth of yours didn't get you killed long ago. He said in a mild tone. When she said that he never cared, his eyes narrowed on her dangerously. If I didn't care, then why are you still around? If I didn't care, then I would have let you leave. If I didn't care, then I would have killed you myself, long ago. Think about that, Soleda. It was as close as she was going to get to him saying he....Loved her. Oh god, had he truly fallen for the dark temptress that stood before him?

Soleda

She froze in her tracks, turning her own eyes to narrow at him in their turn.MB< My mouth is my instrument, not yours. I'll do with it what I like, and you'll not tell me otherwise.

But his second statement startled her out of her anger. It brought true, genuine surprise to her face, for even in her anger, she knew the game of words her friend played. It was an odd occurance, for never would any but Abamacho see an expression other than her perpetual smirk, and he only occasionally. Her mind began to lead her to conclusions, and she followed them without her own voalition... was he really saying...?

But if he wanted her to do what other females did... start crying and laughing and making a general fool of herself... he would have a long time to wait. Soleda was just not that kind of fatale. But his words struck a chord in her, and she turned away from him, eyes on the trees. It was several seconds before she spoke again, and that so softly. Abamacho... really? It was her way of saying she had heard his underthought... and wanted to be sure he was not just toying with her. This way, he would not have to say it out loud. All he would have to do is say yes.

Abamocho

He glared hard at her for a moment then turned away scowling. HE glared hard at the ground and murmered an inaudible curse. Would you still be here if I didn't? He said in a curt voice. He was still glaring hard at the ground, his black and silver body tense with apprehension. If she said no...Then....All hell would break loose inside of him. Did he want her to start bawling her eyes out? Hell no. That wasn't Soleda. That wasn't his Soleda. He wanted her as she was. As his dark Goddess that ruled with him as a dicator. If you weren't strong, you were pathetic. If you didn't win, you were lost. That was his Soleda.

Soleda

She had been waiting tensely for his answer, and the murmured curse sent a tremor through her, rattling up her spine. But when his answer finally came, such as it was, she felt a grim satisfaction within herself, for this was his way of saying it. She gathered her face again, and pasted the smirk there, turning back to face him with fire in her eyes. Her voice was both flirtatious and baiting, for above all else she was smart-mouthed. Yes I would be here, if only to torture you.

She came up close beside him, twining her body around his as she murmured in his ear. Just remember, my fine fellow... you're mine, and I'll not share you.

Abamocho

His smile was wicked and he said in return And what makes you think that I shall share you? He then was quiet with his dark smirk in place to match her own. In his deadly tone that was all his own he said to her Whats say you and I spread the darkness that lives in our veins? It was his way of saying pups, and he hoped she understood.

Soleda

She let a low chuckle escape her at his words, and matched him smirk for smirk, until he posed a second question. She tilted her head to one side, pretending to consider, and then let her smirk grow wide, twining around his body, tail wrapping round his hind limbs. By all means, let us create an epidemic. Yes, of course. And she began to lead the way.