Nymph

The soft breeze shifted, growing warmer as though it welcomed a newcomer to the lands. Ebonite coat swirled with it, the golden guard hairs giving her a sparkling, beautiful sheen, even in this dim light. The gold-flecked silver eyes blinked rapidly so as to keep the dust of these areas out of the sensitive orbs. But Nymph was very much on her guard: she knew that she was in lands not her own. Only the supreme loneliness that had plagued her since her arrival to these lands could have driven her to trespass as she was doing, hoping to find one like herself.

Her massive paws padded to a halt, and the regal tiara tilted, letting out a call to whomever might reside here. Even if a fight should come of her actions, at least she would not be alone.

Tyrant

From the shadows dissolved a darker figure. An over sized wolf with his head down and crimson eyes gleaming deeply from within their holds. He smiled as his tail swished around behind his back. The scar on his muzzle contorted as he bore his teeth in a flash warning. His body was almost unmarked other than the bullet wound through his shoulder, the saw blade looking scar on the top of his nose, and the up-side-down triangle scar that lay just beneath his right eye. His body stood over three feet and weighed 180 pounds. A bully if one could think of a name at first sight.

He approached the lion and raised his head arrogantly with a mock laugh. "My my, what a beauty we have here. Why enter a den of killers. You may get your pretty little pelt ruined." He sat down and eyed her with a darkening tone. "The Haunters are not in. Tell me, what is it you seek?" His eyes flashed more warnings to her. She had better not take the wrong step.

Nymph

A gold-bristled upper lip lifted in a sneer. She outweighed him by just a little bit, if not much, and was quite capable of protecting herself. Her tassel flashed back and forth a bit at the tip, an unconcious but constant reminder to him that they were pretty evenly matched.

But her body was relaxed, her pose unaggressive, as she allowed her silver tones to flow forth to him. And what, sir, would make you think that my pelt has never seen blood or death? Far be it... indeed I am quite acquainted with both, and seek those of like-mind. Judging from your words and manner, I gather I have reached the right place. I am Nymph, daughter of Essus of Lerk and his consort Maeve, the devil's mistress. The tip of the tail continued to twitch in a vaguely lazy way.

Tyrant

He gave a chilling chuckle at her words. His head lowering and shaking as he watched her tail twitch. "I am Tyrant, son of Vicious and Fallen. I am Risen's full blooded brother. If you are seeking the Haunters, then yes. You have reached the right place." He peered and he pelt and lazily shook his head. "Your pelt is not scared nor does it wreck of the smell of old blood. Are you sure you have seen both? M'lady if you fear being injured, this pack is not for you." He laughed to himself as thoughts whirled through his head. Maybe he was just nervous for this packs safety as they headed into combat. "I am only assuming that is why you are here. To Request acceptance. You would have to wait until the mistress returns. Until then you would be guarded by lions tigers wolves and aligators. Is this alright with you?" His growls were a touch more serious, but he was never able to hold that tone in these kinds of conditions.

Nymph

Again the lip lifted, though this time in a cruel smirk that greeted his words, her own dry, mirthless chuckle released. Those who hide acquire scars, or those who cannot protect themselves properly. And there are those who, like you, fight to defend themselves or to gain something. I fight for my amusement mostly, and have the utmost respect for my own epidermis. In any case, you have not yet seen the full of my tail.

And she turned about, revealing that her whipcord was several inches shorter than it ought to have been, though she kept her eyes directed back over her shoulder, for she was nobody's fool. That is the only injury I have ever sustained tha thas not healed on its own. My dark pelt hides most of the scars, but you cannot disguise several inches of missing flesh.

She turned to face him again, voice soft and dangerous. When your mistress arrives, I would be glad to ask her acceptance.

Tyrant

His eyes flashed at her tail and meerly snickered. "My father and one of the Haunted's guardians have more tail than that missing. But since you fight for mere enjoyment, I can see why your body is so slight with wounds. Mine are to gain the humans attention. I wish them to speak my name. Plus I love the feeling of killing others who serve the pested two legs. My father is the most nortorious with the humans. He has killed many of them but has payed a hefty price along the way. And those that have been abused as well can gain many a scar." He rose to all of his feet and began to move past her to the door. "Do you wish to stay here until she returns. If you promise to be good you can help protect the children." He laughed under his breath. Though the children were all beautiful to him. Kids were always a miracle in his eyes.

Nymph

She curled her tail up and over to rest on her haunches, returning his mocking snicker with a smirk of her own. But her voice was thick with irony and a hint of teasing as she spoke next. Ah, but I thought that "goodness" was practically illegal here. Ah well. I promise to... behave myself, I suppose. It would be pleasant to watch the children. Children... the only soft-spot that Nymph possessed, if she had truly ever possessed such a thing.

Tyrant

He smiled at her comment. "Good is a point of view, remember that." He turned and padded down the large staircase, around and down more. Until he was nearer toward the watery area. A strange place to be? not really.

He turned and continued closer to the water now. Entering Dima's Temple.

Nymph

Twitching her tail and swinging her hips, she follwed after him.