Jeta

Jeta pranced over the border line to Sedge Creek slightly behind Spy, wanting to at least let her think she's leading this parade. The three year old arabian already knew all the eyes would be on her. And she wouldn't have it any other way. Holding her tail up high like a banner behind her, letting its flame red tresses dance in the breeze made by her motion, our girl was in a haughty mood and more than ready to meet this so called terror invoking Saydin character. Her nostrils flared in the air, taking in all the new scents with anticipation. Tossing her pretty little head eagerly, she halted just within the border lands, her dark brown gaze drifting to the midnight mare with her, almost as if to ask "well, what now?" Pricking her ears forward, she pawed the soil impatiently as a loud snort escaped nares. Come on, let's get this show on the road. Deciding she'd make sure someone knew she was here, she lifted her petite muzzle to the air and let forth a trumpeting whinny, worthy of a challenging stallion. Oh yes, our little princess was a proud one, but she knew how to balance ego with wisdom. She'd have to meet the "monster" of Sedge Creek before she made her verdict on her next move. She already knew Spy's game was to recruit her into the herd, maybe earning the ashen mare a pretty promotion or some self satisfying back patter from the alpha. But recruiting was overall up to Jeta, and she would not be an easy add on. Snorting again more gently this time, she stomped the ground and flicked her tail about her haunches, awaiting a move from either her jet black aquaintance, or someone of new taste. Let's begin, shall we?

Saydin

Many would pass her by, merely thinking that Saydin was just a pretty face upon which to look at. A jet black female with blue tints upon her fur, the wolfess moved silently throughout the dark terrain. Once a thriving neighborhood, the place now bore an eerie quality, something sinister and evil. And that evil, lay within this wolfess.

She wasn't much in size. Indeed, she was small even for a wolf. She weighed a mere sixty pounds, but she moved with a grace that a professional dancer would kill for. Then there were those bright yellow eyes, one moment perfectly lucid and sane, t he next half mad, craving blood and destruction, craving the feeling of life being vanquished from another. She held her tail over her spine, a badge if you will. Saydin owned these lands. No alpha male was above her. Indeed, she was much like a black widow. One mate was already dead, another had taken his place just as quick. Valian was stronger then Kahvi had been, nearly as dark as Saydin. Then there was Karitania, the wolfess's sister in law. Diseaseds mate, oh yes, she was a pretty little thing.

But back to where I was going with this. Saydin soon arrived at the call of Jeta, glancing towards Spy. The large mare stood silently, regarding Saydin with a careful eye, judging the mood she was in today and what all she could get away with. Saydin. This is Jeta, she asked to meet with you. Spy's voice had dropped an octave, taking on a softer quality. It was a bad idea to push Saydin on a bad day, for the wolfess was not afraid to show her displeasure with another. Just ask her son, Razorblade. He knew what his mothers fangs felt like, knew what it meant to disobey her.

Jeta? Really now... The half crazy wolfess regarded Jeta with an assessing eye, taking in every marking, every flaw, every asset. Pretty little thing, aren't you? She murmured softly. A howl rose to the north, and Saydin's head swiveled about for a moment, an ear cocking back as she listened for the intruder. She gave a returning howl, calling to both the other male and her mate. Let him take care of the issue, she would deal with the two mares first.

Spy, darling... Where did you find this pretty one? Saydin loved beautiful things, pretty things were just so... Pretty. She regarded the mare once more, then her eyes drifted back to Spy. Well? She asked coldly.

Ashen Domes, Saydin. Spy murmured softly. She waited, hoping Jeta would say something... UnJeta like, something somewhat appeasing. Saydin was in one of her... Shifty... moods. Yes, that was it. Shifty. One moment your friend, the next moment she'd turn around and tear you limb from limb.

Wait Until You Meet His Sister

Jeta

Jeta snorted gently as the scent of a predator reached her flaring nares. Cocking her chiseled head toward Spy, she narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering why the other mare was not turning tail at the scent of a wolf. At least it was alone, that much she could tell. Turning back toward the territory, she pricked her little fox ears upon seeing the jet black wolfess making her way over to them slowly. Judging by the girl's upturned tail and eager eyes, she sensed this much be the alpha. Saydin? No, it couldn't be. She wasn't at all what Jeta had imagined. She snorted again. Looking again to Spy for her reaction, she noticed the slight lowering of the mare's head, sign of submission. To a wolf? Our girl didn't understand this at all. As the wolfess neared, she tensed her entire body, sure she maid quite a picture as the female hunter reached them.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the wolf the entire time her and the black mare with Jeta spoke. She had gathered that the wolfess was indeed Saydin and found herself slightly disappointed at that fact. Saydin also spoke to her as pretty, the same as Spy had upon their conversation. Well, that's a worldly fact, dearie. Tossing her head, Jeta pranced a little in her young energeticness before blessing the coal black wolf with her melodic tone.
So you're Saydin. What would you have with me?
She left out the part about how disappointed she was that Saydin was a wolf, not a fellow equid. So horses lived here with wolves? It was a new idea to her, and a slightly disconcerting one too. Prey and predator was better left seperated by their tastes, not thrown together in one land, especially in case the pack gets hungry one day in birthing season. Her ears pinned at the idea. Flicking her tail in frustration, she waited for Saydin to speak, ready to see what sense this girl could talk beofre Jeta made her judgement call.

KARITANIA

From the same direction that Saydin had come, there now was another figure. However, unlike the small-framed alphess, this wolf was almost two and a half times the alphess, a tri-toned powerhouse, elegant, pretty, powerful. Karitania approached the gathering like a ghost, slipping into the crowd as if she had been there all along since the beginning. Silently she moved towards the trio, the perfect assassin, the perfect warrior. She was all stealth, power and danger in one delicious mix. Her posture was one suitable for the beta female, showing her supiriority to all the pack, save for Saydin, to whom her head was lowered and a knowing smile passed over her face. Those burnt amber eyes flashed dangerously, and without a word, she ominously sat beside Saydin. She was like a serpent, draw them in with your pretty, pretty looks, then strike them down without mercy.

Suddenly, from nowhere, Jeta would be able to smell converging scents of predators. With Karitania, came her entourage. Nero, the largest of Karitania and Diseased's first litter was the first to approach, closely followed by Vayelle, whose calculating eyes never left Jeta. Rune circled round to Saydin's other side, low to the ground to appease her alphess, the picture of submission, but a manic gleam in her eyes and a psychotic smirk on her jaws; the calm before the storm.

Kirrick, Harlan and Sienna, three of Karitania's latest brood lingered around their mother and alphess, keen to see who this new addition was.

Saydin

Saydins eyes watched Jeta carefully. Your new to the Valley, are you not? Spy here must have figured that you would either A. Want a new home or B. Want an alliance. Sedge creek is one of the largest packs in the valley, with members placed everywhere. Two of Saydins children slipped from the brush, one larger then his mother with the same dark gleam in his black eyes as his mothers. He licked his lips, his body tense, watching first Jeta, then Spy. His black eyes stared intently and he took a step forward. The two had a long history together, and the mare pinned her black ears back. Knock it off, Tsunami. She hissed softly. The hundred and thirty pound male was a bit intimidating compared to his slighter mother and sister, but he was just as crazy as Saydin, as unpredictable and wild. Element, her daughter, offered Jeta a little smile. She had creamy yellow eyes, and her mothers black and blue fur. Her tail was held low, lower then everyone here. The nice daughter, she was everyones friend.

Saydin smiled to Karitania. This is Karitania, beta female. My son, Tsunami and my... daughter Element along with a few of our other pack members. She had paused before saying Element was her daughter, like she was ashamed. Most of the pack members here, they were warriors, fighters... Then there was Element. Dear, what now?

Jeta

Jeta's alert brown eyes watched all the other creatures arrive with a mixture of anxiety and interest, her equine fear of wolves being but still young, she knew to still smell danger as her kind intended but she had never been attacked by one. Pinning her slim ears slightly as the one male licked his lips, she could smell the insanity of him and snorted loudly in defiance right back at him, almost saying "come get cha some" but she didn't want to insult the alpha so soon before they got to know each other so she held her sharp tongue.

Prancing in place, her muscles rippling under a flame kissed pelt, Jeta turned her gaze back to Saydin and offered a pretty smirk.

I see. And all these different kinds thrive here together with no incidents?

Her gaze swept toward the male Tsunami as she said this, before going back to Saydin. Noticing the hesitation with which the alphess pronounced Element, she glanced unseen toward the submissive wolfess, measuring her up in one glance. A small snort esaped flared nostrils. She was the sweet one. Her eyes were too bright, too friendly. She figured this must be why Saydin balanced toward dislike of the female. She flicked her tail.

Remembering the alpha's first words, she returned to Saydin's gaze.

If that be the reasons then it must be more toward reason A, for I have no home with which to ally with you. True I am looking for a home, but how do I know this is the right one off me? I only wonder for my own comfort and peace of mind, of course no offense toward you is intended.

Saydin

More and more canines kept arriving, but with them came a horse as well. Fierce moved stealthily, an abomination to equine kind. Her mane and tail held razorblades from a humans hand, her teeth sharpened like daggers. Her eyes blazed with fury as she moved towards Spy. The two were sisters, and this one did not look to happy. A glare was sent towards Spy, getting a message across. They would talk later.... But for now, Fierce's eyes flashed to Jeta. More horses to help fill your lands, Saydin? Her voice was a low hiss, a demon from Hell's voice....

Calm yourself, Fierce... Saydin spoke softly, looking back to Jeta. Never once have we had an incident between a wolf and horse. Wolf and wolf, horse and horse, yes. We have a strict "eat away from home" policy... Her eyes flickered to Tsunami then to Spy. I will tell you which wolves to stay away from if you wish. Wolves that have... Bad tendencies... Her eyes went to both Tsunami, then Rune. The psychotic female had a friend as well, one just as crazy. Symphony, that was her name. Oh, what fun this mad house was...