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Restless, unsettled; she always is. It isn't like a switch that can be turned on and off. It overwhelms her sometimes, knowing that they are still out there, breathing. It was hard for Vixen to admit that to herself. It was much worse because of the empty lands of Firea, many had since died of their own insanity and Vixen feared she would be next. Moving through the abandoned city always gave her relief, to see that much chaos settled nicely. It is conquest that whispers in her ear, telling her to consume. Consume the weak, inferior creatures. burn them.

It would taunt her every desire, touch the strings that made her lust the power more. It was a disease, slowly spreading across her whole being, allowing her body to tingle with excitement. Soon she thinks without hesitation, leaping onto an abandoned car and sitting ever so gently. She holds her head high, peering up at the dark and twisting sky. Soon, it echoes in her mind. She twists her head, back as if expecting someone to join her, when she sees no one she jumps from the car. No grace is in Vixens robotic movements, her nose picks up the old scents that still linger. It isn't disgusting here, actually- the lands of Firea were quite lovely.

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She was silent in her movements, ears guiding her where her nose could not. Once upon a time, she hated silence. Silence was hated. She liked the noises the wind would make running through the leaves, the sound of her paws beating on the grass as she danced. Now, the silence only unsettled her. Made her uneasy in her lonely walk.

A large bent metal beast, a human vehicle sprang suddenly into the scene. Without stopping in her motion, she sprang through the rectangle. Bending and contorting her body to twist through the broken body of the machine, she emerged on the other side.

She paused, listening. In times like this, with the small breeze flying in her direction, a sense of smell would be welcome. But no. She used her other abilities as well. She saw the faintest of paw-prints and followed them at a leisurely pace. While she walked, she thought of the harvest moon, and stars. Of dances she had yet to dance and wondering if she ever would again.

Looking ahead, the warrior lifted her head and saw the Alphess. Someone would greet the leader. But Griim was not that type of someone.

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It was not Vixens sight that caught the tall tell signs, it was her nose, twitching to catch the hint of oestrogen that tingles in the air. It is familiar, and her body instinctively turns to face her counter. Vixen allows a gentle smile to cross her lips, although she is skeptic and hesitates. Vixen's eyes peer at Griim, the lady is not sure she trust her yet; she has seen what Griim can do. How she moves, and Vixen can see the joy that lingers, she can almost taste it. But that could easily be changed, Vixen thinks, looking on blankly. Hello, she calls her voice always with the hint of arrogance. No matter if Vixen has dubbed this one the leader of the Iratus, it is a title that is just as much a noose around Griims neck. A title that could easily be replaced.

Vixen moves forward, shaking her cranium for a moment in agitation. Need something? She asks, simply. It is not often that a wolf with such a title would simply be stopping in to chitchat. Find any strays? Her brow rises curiously, hoping that Griim has been able to do what the last Iratus could not. It has not been long since she was been gifted the title, but Vixen was ever so lacking with patience nonetheless. She knew they desperately needed to grow.

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] The grass. The trees. They were becoming too much for his crazed mind. He couldn't stand all of the greenery, it was making him sick! He wanted to the cobblestones, the odd scent of rusting cars in his nostrils. He wanted the city that Firea called home! 'Wolves weren't meant to live in cities but in the forests that you are trying to shun.' The crystal that he held clasped in his hairless, rat-like tail made its voice known in his head. For the time being he ignored it. He didn't feel like getting into a full scale argument at the moment. So, with his head high and tail higher he trotted forward. Eager to be free of the smothering forest. Finally he was rewarded with the sight of gray buildings and rusty cars. He paused for a minute to inhale deeply and finally he gave a yelp of shear joy. His mood was momentarily boosted as he bolted towards of a gray car and bounded up back then over the front, playing on it like an overgrown puppy. He gave another yelp and leaped up to the top of the car and started hopping up and down for no reason. 'Stop that! You could fall and hurt yourself.' "Sssshut up! I'm having too much fun to quit!" He continued to bounce around on the hood of the car but the sound of talking interrupted him before he could come to grief. "What'ssss that?" Christa remained silent this time but that didn't matter to the male. He simply hopped off of the car and trotted towards the sound, completely unafraid. His claws clicked loudly on the pavement and he would be easy to hear coming, not that he was trying to keep concealed in any case. He was in too good of a mood to bother with concealment, stealth, or in this case tact. He simply stumbled upon the alphess and Grimm. His tail wagged and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. 'That's probably not the best approach...' He turned his head halfway around to address the stone clasped in his tail. "Be quiet! Who asssked you, Chrissssta?" Then he turned back to address the two females. "Hi, guyssss, beautiful day, issssn't it?" That certainly was no way to address the leader of the pack but the rat-like wolf was too insane and in a good mood to care although it would take very little to change his demeanor. "Tsuttar's words are this color!" These are Tsuttar's thoughts! 'Does Christa think?' Tags: Vixen, Grimm, open Notes: Hope you don't mind my coming in :3 Muse: 5/10 Words: 452

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She greeted the alpha with a nod, letting slide the neutral expression into a form of scowl. She shook her head once, inwardly praising herself for remaining so stoic, so silent. Each conversation became a new race, a competition to see how far she could go without opening her mouth. Usually, it all it took was a small dig, however small and often not even unintentional to bring the Iratus to snap like a viper.

If there was a problem, I would be over there than here, don't you think?

[/color] She growled, ear twitching to the back of her head. Perhaps someone would be intimated by the role of Lead Iratus espicially under the rule of Vixen. Griim wasn't even remotely scared, no. The care-free, lackadaisical girl who took any challenge was still underneath.

Her ears moved forward quickly, her body moving surprisingly fast to face the new arrival. Her fluidity came from the dancing she thought of, dreamed of and practised. She looked at the arrival and deemed him in no threat, although that didn't stop her fur from standing down. She would move on soon, check the digs in the machines, holes in the ground. Use some of that knowledge to dig out snakes or rats that might be lingering in Firea. Instead, she merely furrowed her eyebrows at his comment, the hiss that elongated his words and remained silent.








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It is a sinister grin that places itself on her lips as Griim speaks, a bite to her words. Yes, Vixen approves of this; although she reprimands herself- give them an inch, and they take a mile. She doesn't notice him for a moment, before her red eyes lock onto Tsuttar. It is the strange one, she thinks hesitantly. Vixen has seen others much with his defect, and the elongation of his words remind her much of a snake. She flips her attention to him then, noticing the happiness that carries each paw.

Vixen moves closer to him, faces merely inches apart, a dark gleam in her eyes at the interrupter. I'd much prefer it to be the opposite. She hisses, tilting her head to eye him. Vixen laughs gently, coldly. Such disrespect with these ones, they do not care for order; for rules, she thinks. She turns, and walks a few feet away; before facing them again with a gentle turn. There is hope in Griim, but Tsuttar she questions. And what have you been up to? She says to him, wondering if he has something productive to say; or if he will simple mutter more madness.

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] The fact that he was ignored by Grimm didn't help his mood at all but he was ready to let that go... If he wasn't suddenly, and quite literally, face-to-face with his leader. Her tone did not sit well with him and in the back of his mind he were wishing that he'd listened to Christa. However, he wouldn't let it show that he was even slightly intimidated at all. So he lifted his lips ever so slightly to show the pointed fangs beneath and he began to speak in defense of himself. "Sssskirting the edge of the territory, looking for recruitssss before I met you two." His happy demeanor was now gone and he was border-lining annoyed now. How dare the alpha accuse him of having nothing important to do? 'Well you really were doing nothing. And you just lied.' He was in no mood for the stone's true statements and he would have told her so, if he didn't risk getting himself in trouble by showing that he had been lying. Although he did allow an annoyed growl to slip past his maw. 'Don't get mad at me because I speak the truth...' He gave the stone in his tail an angry shake. He was angry at how Christa seemed to know better than him all the time and he was angry that he had been questioned for no reason. Even if the question was a pertinent one. "Tsuttar's words are this color!" These are Tsuttar's thoughts! 'Does Christa think?' Tags: Vixen, Grimm, open Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 258

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Her ears flicked back towards her skull, and Griim's jaw clenched. No, no. Remember. Stoic expressions, speaking unless spoken to. The older Griim would have snapped back something witty and possibly pessimestic. But instead, she swallowed her tongue and met the leader's hiss with a scowl.

She turned to look at the other one, some nobody that Griim didn't really know. A scrawny thing with a whip-like tail that held a shard. That itself was curious, but Griim didn't have any need for jewellery or other human trinkets. His tongue however, reminded her vaguely of her father. He had a habit of hissing out 's' like a snake, however, when he hissed, it was threatening and dark and made her sink into her shell out of fear. When the rat-ling spoke, it just made her shiver, but more out of the annoying pitch in his voice and his over-all appearance.

Again, the will to snap at the people around her but Griim again remained silent, stoic. Stubborn.

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Something about Tsuttar's answer rang false in Vixens mind, but if it were a lie, atleast he had the decency to devise one, even if he clearly did not like it. But what did they expect? For Vixen to be a kind and understanding alpha? It wasn't like asking if they had been doing their duties was an uncalled for remark. Her clear displeasure grows, and yet she ignores Griim, for Tsuttar is the one who continues to add to Vixens displeasure. For what he seems to do is angry shake his rat-tail, Crazy she thinks, gritting her teeth in thought.

Keep up the good work. Praise? They must be as confused as Vixen is. But she knows she must gain respect with these ones, nurture them so that they might trust her, and do their duties, (which is all she really cared about) to the highest capacity. She could have no loose ends, nothing that could unsettle the way of Firea, and have some sort of mutiny against her.

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[atrb=background,http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7901/tsuttarmidcopy.jpg,true] "Keep up the good work." What? Had she really believed him that easily? 'I bet she's just humoring you...' "I'm tired of talking to you, Chrisssta. If you were as ssssmart assss you think then you'd sssshut your mouth!" The crystal said nothing else not like it was actually speaking, anyway, the crystal's words were just conjured up in his insane mind. "I will, Vixssssen." His hissing voice sounded almost like a purr. A very strange purr, granted. His tail gave a light wag as his mood was boosted back up since he figured that he just pulled the wool over his alpha's eyes. Now that his mood was up again he turned to the wolf that had remained silent for most of the meeting. He gave her a smug smile with his pointed teeth showing before he spoke, "You sssshould take pointerssss." Was he overstepping himself? Possibly. Was he too insane to care? Yes. His hairless, rat-like tail was wagging slowly back and forth as he was quite pleased with himself. "Tsuttar's words are this color!" These are Tsuttar's thoughts! 'Does Christa think?' Tags: Vixen, Grimm Notes: Feel free to let your wolf bite him or whatever you see fit XD Muse: 5/10 Words: 200

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Smart move to praise the weak, let them believe that they were actually worth something. Perhaps a part of Tigriim was annoyed by being over-looked but being over-looked, over-shadowed by people was actually a feeling that the wolf had gotten used to. A feeling of bitterness that Tigriim hadn't felt in a long time. It was not the fact that she hadn't gotten praise. She understood that part. But what truly infuriated her was that the slimy little rat had earned the praise.

And for what? Whipping his hair-less tail and breathing disease and god know what else into the air. Really? Who the hell was Christa? Kid needed to know what to keep his mouth shut.

Tigriim would have dropped it, and had left the conversation with ease had it not been for that slithering tongue that dare to criticize her. She froze slowly, stiffly, letting the hiss wash into her ear. Really, he deserved it. That was her thought of the moment when her spine twisted into a horse-shoe shape with a snap that echoed through the land.

He needs to be taught, she thought, when she sprang on his body, pinning the skinny, bony hide into the ground and snapped at his ear with a snarl. Seriously, was her reckoning when the voice that was not entirely her own growled out of her mouth. You should know your place ratling.

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Next time I'll rip off your tail and crush your precious crystal, understood?[/color] She snarled, snapping at his ears, claws digging into his skin. She dug and dug until she was satisfied with the message that she had brought before letting go slowly and straightening her spine. She looked at Vixen, hardly caring for the alpha's approval (perhaps a little part of her, but hey, she couldn't win them all) before she sat back down in satisfaction, eyes on the horizon, ears forward in hopes of picking up anything. Anything to get her away.

[ooc: just griim tackling him to the ground. didn't rip off his ears just poked her claws at him a little. hopefully that's alright march <3 if it isn't, i can fix it.]



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She sees her words take affect so quickly on the male. Yes, that is good; unity in the herd, she is the infecter, feeding lies to her cattle. Vixen must note that kindness and nurture should be given to members of Firea, perhaps then they might be more unified. It is a cracking noise that diverts her attention to Griim again. She catches the claws and anger in the Iratus. it is quick, and short but sends out the message.

Now now, that is what I like to see. More praise, but this time Vixen is not lying, it is impressive- and that is exactly why she is the lead Iratus. Of course, I'd prefer you to save that for Aserio. Draw in the leash, Vixen knows. Praise with a tender wing, she was learning. We cannot be fighting with eachother if we expect to overpower them. Vixen knows little about Aserio, the unmutated disgusting creatures. They had not been awakened- reborn. They did not know the gifts that awaited them with a single infectious bite. It was a terrible thought, and the twisted lady felt a pang of sympathy for them. But soon, everyone would be as magnificent as the three wolves who stood gathered.

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The respect dwindled from one to negative ten. What a whiner. How the heck was she supposed to get along with some feeble little rat like him? It was a miracle and by miracle alone that.. whatever the hell his name was, managed to live so long in Firea. Wasn't this pack supposed to be strong, gifted? Vixen must be desperate for numbers if she was letting scum like this crawl into their ranks.

She contained her tongue, oh how Tigriim wished to snap at the ratling, put him in his place. She had no friends, no allies. If anyone thought she was on Vixen's side was that she showed compassion for the Firea ranks were sadly mistaken. The rank of Iratus had it's own means to Griim's goals. She had no ties to this pack and their leader did not scare as she did others. Griim could walk away from it all without a backwards glance.

Instead, she turned towards the horizon, trying not to imagine ways of getting rid of the ratling's hiss. She was hoping for something to happen, perhaps a messenger or a hint she was needed elsewhere until the ratling spoke once more. Fighting was more her criteria and she turned with interest to listen to Vixen's words. As Lead Iratus is was her " duty " to be the soldier and enforcer. Any time Vixen wished to go to battle, it would be up to Griim to gather them up and go into war. Something Griim found herself looking forward.

She motioned with a respectful nod of her head as she waited for the information to pass Vixen's lips.

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Vixen smiles kindly at her subordinate, in a way he was weak. But submission was always a good thing, it made order and unification a much easier process, and considering she was rather new to this whole business of leadership; it was appreciated. Then Tsuttar asked a very smart question -odd for the rather insane man- that makes Vixen think for a moment. When would the Firea be at the utmost prime? certainly not now, that was for sure. They had much to learn, and numbers were at an all time low; which threatened the ability to simply survive.

Well, not only are we short on numbers; I'm sure most, aside from Griim do not process the best ability to fight. Vixen was not speaking down to Tsuttar, although she did question his ability to crack under pressure, when it came to being captured and questioned. So, until we hone our skills; in which I hope you might assist, Iratus; and replenish our numbers, things are not exactly looking great. It was the truth, for Vixen did not even know how many filthy Aserio awaited them, and the venomous One could be already plotting the demise of Firea, for all Vixen knew. Which brings me to my next point, Custos; I will need you to get some intel on Aserio, without being caught. It was not a question, but an order that she gave, in a tone that was strong and leader-worthy which satisfied Vixen greatly knowing these two had now been tasked with proper jobs.

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