Meshugga

A large, strikingly-colored black, gray, and silver wolf trotted briskly into the ruins. The scent of some small pack lingered in the area, getting caught in his nose. He snorted angrily, auds flickering wildly. He couldn't stand packs-- he had tried it once before, but it was no good. It wasn't like he could really get along with anyone, but after all, he truely couldn't.
He lowered his dial to the ground, fur bristled, and sniffed harshly. He couldn't smell anything of human descent; only some pathetic pack wolves. With a gruff noise and grumpy look, he continued, padding quickly into an old temple. He headed toward the back, still taking in the different scents. Anyone that didn't like his presense would have to deal with him, and either way, he'de give anyone that showed up a piece of his mind, and a fang to the flesh, as he liked to call it.

Risen

The thin silver nymph was bounding through her land as a brute had caught her sight. As her quivering orbs took in his being she slowed and watched his movements. His anger intrigued her and he looked strong, though all looks are not what they seem... that is what she had to find out.

When he entered the temple she bounded forth toward it. Only a few yards from the entrance she slowed to a silent walk, her foot falls unoticable as she rounded the entrance. She was only a few length behind Meshugga now. Her head tucked and tail high as the 60 pound huntress followed. By first glance she did not appear to be a leader. But open her up and truely evil was there.

Cold yellow orbs held up to his face, embracing his movements ready to strike back in defence. She would never run unless her life was on a sure line. Harks held back and head stayed low, she waited for the brute to either enter a dead end, or turn around and strike.

Meshugga

The large brute turned swiftly, catching the scent of the fae immedietly. Right as he wheeled around, a snarl erupted from his gaping jaws, and his tongue ran over his fangs as an all-too-famalier bloodlust set in. He sized the wolfess up, banner raising and dial lowering out of defence and aggression. Slowly he made his way toward her, banner swaying to and fro in a slow way. His body was lowered, fur bristling, with growls echoeing from his throat. His cold deep eyes took her form in, and studdied her. An easy creature to take down. He didn't stop, or slow, just continued going, waiting to get to the right spot before he would launch his attack.

Hidden Betrayal

Her movements were near silent as she stalked silently after the male. Her eyes caught hold of Risens and she still sauntered after the male. Suddenly her voice broke the heavy silence "Well now what do we have here? Risen, honey, you have really gotta quit bringing the losers home." Her eyes were flashing yellow and a grin was on her black face and she shuddered in mock fear. "He's so frightening Risen. I think I might scream." Her voice was like that of ice, edged with barbs and wire. She never seemed to move, her body still as a statue. The fur blew against her dark fur and she smiled sinisterly at the male. "Wanna play big boy?" She was small, only a touch larger then Risen but she weighed less from not eating in some time. Her eyes however. Her eyes were glowing with hatred and pain. The loss of Tupit had changed the female in many ways. She was angrier. Deadlier. A liar. "Tempt a cobra and get bit mon ami."

Meshugga

His eyes were forever locked on Risen, not caring whether anyone else came by or not. But then a new fae appeared; one he didn't know either, or even knew was following him. His auds flickered and twitched at her words, which just happened to be so tempting to him. He'de throw her over a side of the roof of a temple if he could. With a wicked snarl, he finally let himself loose, and without warning, turned and charged the sightly larger wolfess, jaws gaping wide. He leapt at the last minute, aiming to snag her side... She would be sorry she ever even messed with him.

Hidden Betrayal

She roared as the male leaped for her, her small body lunging forward to meet his own. She was never off guard. Especially around unknown strangers. As the male went for her side she snapped her teeth, hoping that by lunging forth she could snag a bit of the males skin and fur and rip him to shreds. Risen couldn't yell at her for this. The male had struck first and the fatale would understand Betrayal's anger. She had a lot of it that was buried deep inside of her. An inner anger that she always kept in a little box. But at times like this, everything goes. Her body is lithe and nimble as she dances around the male, her eyes alight with fire as a malicious chuckle is let loose from her. "Whose afraid of the big bad wolf?" Her words are taunting him, her head lowered and she shifts to her inside leg allowing her to leap away from him if he gets to near. She can't beat him when he is not tired. But once her defenses begin to prove well and he grows more tire she would strike like the King Cobra's of Africa, her teeth leaving a venom of there own. A venom that could prove deadlier then any others. For her bite left the burn of hatred and fear.

Risen

The smell of must and dubree had entangled her conscious mind as she followed, but sharply snapped to reality as the brute turned with baring fangs. She didn’t hear Hidden until she had stepped around the final corner they were in. Risen’s ears were planned back the whole conversation, Her mouth was open and ready for the hatred to escape when Betrayal interrupted. With a soft sigh she turned and ear to the fea, then in a flash the brute and her comrade were in war. She turned her thin dainty frame to the two fighters, the brute giving his all and Betrayal dodging him to wait for the last second. She realized then what a team they could make. Risen was like the brute, ready to attack first, giving your all until you can’t fight any longer. If the two were to enter a fight, Risen would start off and Betrayal could bring up the rear end and finish the job.

Golden spheres soon fixed on the invader and watched to him to flash the spot just behind his head. Where his crown connected with his nape. She knew he would be too intertwined with Hidden’s motions too pay too much mind to Risen. When his sights were on Betrayal and she made a turn too where a blind spot would unfold. The nearer it got the more she hunched down. Then propelled herself with all her might, even if it was just 60 pounds, toward that point of his body and snapped a surprisingly powerful set of teeth at the connection point, or his nape. Growling through clasped teeth. “Rude, You wouldn’t even let me introduce myself. What a gentleman.” She snarled and thrashed her head violently to tear off a piece of skin of some sort.

Like her counter part, she too began to dance with the brute, though held onto his neck with all her might. Like a graceful dove in the moonlight she pranced around on all fours. The darker one like dancing around like her shadow. Though it was the other way around, Risen was following Betrayals lead, she was the one who tempted the brute in the first place… right?

Meshugga

Meshugga was the kind of wolf that didn't back down, no matter what. Unless he couldn't move anymore, of course, but he had a strong fighting will and the lengthy bloodlust that often pushed him over the edge.

Even though this brute wasn't the most skilled fighter out there, he had his hard times, and good times, all the same. This would be like all the other times; win or lose, and he had his mind set on winning. But when his true inner self showed, which it could very easily and quickly all the same, there was just about no one that could stop him from his tactics.
With a raging snarl aimed at the slightly larger wolfess that had tempted him past limits, he narrowly avoided her attack, but lost a bit of fur in the quick process of his straight-yet-sideways leap. Emitting growls that sounded like thunder, he wheeled around and charged at Hidden, baring his incredibly sharp fangs at her. Whenever she would move close to him, he would give her some quick snaps, but then his actions were cut short. Not for long, though; at least with Meshugga, they wouldn't be. As the other fae had managed to catch his neck area, yet nothing at all fatale, he threw his dial skyward and snarled out, eyes flashing with an inner rage. Words weren't for him; he never spoke, especially at times like this. These wolfesses were asking for it, and they got it. He'de rip them limb from limb if he could. With all his might, his large bulk lurched forward, right into the ground, so that his shoulder and nape area would make a crash landing first, and then the rest of him would follow-- hopefully making the fae release him or come crashing to the ground with him. Then he began thrasing his legs around wildly, in a frenzy to knock her with them, and also using his teeth if at all possible.

Risen

A brisk bronco ride it was as he stood and lowered and kicked about. Her movements all the same, following as if her wonderful dance. Then he threw himself, and she fell with him, until the last moment. When his neck hit the floor, If he was aiming to crush her, he would have opened up the more tenders side of her neck. And in a split second she ceased the opportunity and bit ravagly at his windpipe. Though flying feet came at her, his teeth were more deadly, and that is what she was trying to avoid.

Hidden Betrayal

She snarled in her demonic way and as the two went crashing down, the small female dived as well aiming for a hind leg to crush the brittle bones at the bottom leaving him unable to move. He could limp sure, but it would be impossible to beat the two alphess's. She wanted to distract the male and stay out of Risens way. Not as hard as it sounded if she just stayed in back. Yes the two could work wonders together.

Meshugga

Meshugga was growing even angrier at the the actions of both faes, but he held a different anger for the one who started all this. No, for her, he was in a deep rage. Both of these wolves weren't going to work wonders while Meshugga was here-- he'de make sure of it. He wasn't some little pushover.

With a wicked snarl, he caught the sight of Risen as she went for his throat, and he immedietly tucked it in, and twisted his neck so that he would mean her fang-to-fang. Right as he did, he gained footing and was on his paws in a flash, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He chuckled for a brief moment before backing away from both of them, making sure they were in his sights all the while. Then, he began to circle them, keeping them in his imaginary circle, but dove at Hidden once he was closer to her. His jaws were going for her shoulder, while he would change his course and aim his fangs for her nape or head instead. He was forever wary of the other wolfess, but felt the need to beat this one up before doing anything else. After all, Hidden was the one that got Meshugga like this in the first place, and he would make her pay, as he always did to others.

Hidden Betrayal

She hissed in anger as he managed to get away from her. As Meshugga began to circle she moved with him but she made a fatal mistake. She took her eyes off of him for a second. He took advantage of her miscalculation and as he leaped she saw his flash of movement and tried to leap back and away from him but his fangs left a deep cut in her once flawless hide. With a roar of fury she leaped for him now, throwing caution to the wind and let her anger take over, striking at him trying to cause him as much damage as possible. She normally didn't let this happen. Normally she was calm and attentive when it came to battles but he had hit her. She never got hit. She never made a mistake. Oh yes, Betrayal was not taking this very well. She aimed for the males underbelly hoping to close her teeth upon his underside and slash him open to spill his blood and inards.

Meshugga

The large brute chuckled as he did his own little dance right after launching his attack, and he turned around swiftly to see her coming for him. His heart and mind ached for more blood, more of a gruesome scene. This was pathetic to him. Meshugga had that aspect to him that others didn't; telling wouldn't help anything, but the fact that he was different sure did aquire him with great efforts in battle. Though the killing part wasn't usually what he faught for, it was just what he always did, and it's why he was, well, an idiot at times, and much, much more than just that. He hadn't been named Meshugga for nothing.

The brute hopped backward, nearly tripping over his own paws, yet catching himself. He snarled at her, baring his sharp fangs, and letting his true inner self show. No more kitty play, puppies. Mustering up all the strength he could get, he charged her, aiming for her nape, but she somehow managed to get his belly. It wasn't the best bite, but he had a quick plan. He was quick on his paws, manouvering both them and his jaws in a way so he could be allowed easy access to the attacking fae's back area. Feeling the seering pain, he set his fangs for her back, mostly her spinal area, though, and went to bite down as hard as he possibly could.

MESHUGGA
[crazy and senseless]

HERITAGE;
Timber Wolf
CURSED;
Male
HUED;
His entire underside is light gray, and it gets darker and darker as it gets to his topside, which is all black, somewhat like a drape. He has a large dark gray tip on his tail; maybe it's even too long to call it a "tip." His fur is lighter on his cheeks and bottom half of his muzzle. Both eyes are a dark yet clearly noticable brown.
BUILT;
He has a very fit build, but is actually a bit skinny since he's always out to get others rather then prey.
RESIDES;
Nowhere
LOVER;
No one
KIN;
None

Risen

Simple, the beast was trying to psyche them by putting them in an invisible web. Then, in a flash, the attack for Betrayal launched and Risen stepped back. Her eyes almost full yellow as her pupils constricted to get the best of aim. All she could do was watch the two dance around, as Mashuuga kept himself wary of her being. Eyes quivered intently as she searched and searched, but she could see no opening.

Suddenly she saw something, it looked like a blind spot as he went for Betrayals back, his own back was facing her. She didn't snarl, nor make a noise, she just went. Her jaws gaped open and soon bit at the tender part of his leg. Just above his hock. If her hold could catch, she’d latch herself. The damage would promise a limp for it held almost every tendon in the leg.

Hidden Betrayal

She roared in pain and fury as she felt his fangs sink into her back. He hadn't caught her spinal cord though and for that she was lucky. She released him suddenly and lunged forward underneath him. If he held onto her he would be dragged forward and flipped onto his side leaving him vulnerable. If he let go then Betrayal would be free and she could launch a new attack on the male. She forgot that Risen was helping her. She forgot everything except this. A fight that she was going to win.