Wolf RPG

Pandora has been spending her time trying to get settled in this interesting pack. Perhaps she should’ve done her research before joining. It makes her laugh to herself. She hadn’t pinned the great Merrick as the religious type, but should she really be surprised? Does anyone really know anyone these days when you first meet them? One can never tell. 

Right now though, she has a pretty little hare in her sights. It’s a small, dainty thing, but she wants eat something at least. Maybe she’d even collect it’s cute little head and display it in her den when she settles on one.

So she can be seen stalking it, keeping low to the ground as her full tail swishes at her hocks like a cat. Bloodied eyes are zeroed in on her soon-to-be meal. The small, fox-like woman takes a few more steady steps before wiggling her plump bottom and jumping out of her cover to snatch it up. Her tail arches high like a fluffy banner as she chases it a few paces, but ultimately she gets the drop on the petit rabbit. 

Teeth snatch it up by its hips and she thrashes it about with a little carefree smile on her face. An evil, carefree smile. A sickening crunch sounds out when she breaks it’s spine and drops it. It flips and flops on the ground screeching it’s little head off and Pandora looks down at it with a face of mild, but comical, irritation. Her tail swishes in the air as she arches her lower body down and gnaws at its neck, shaking it a few times with her butt in the air before it finally stills with the signs of death. 

After it ceases it’s unnecessary struggle, she’d lower her bottom to the ground too. Bloodying up her muzzle and teeth as she begins tearing into it and eating with a satisfied, hardly there smile on her beautiful face. 

Ah, delicious.

luckily, val missed the violent display which occurred in the belt of snow besides the red path. he heard, however, the screech of hare — pinpointing it in the direction of tumbleview.

he came across a figure slumped in the snow. at first, she was nearly indistinguishable — it was the red flare of blood which littered her feet that first alerted val to her presence. wary, and still not so close as to pick up the subtle smile or distinct features of his packmate, val approached with neutral posture.

She sits, enjoying her meal, when a dark wolf approached her. They garner the attention of her ruby red eyes and she’s flicking them over to inspect him. Licking s pink tongue over her bloodied, whiskered lips, she tilts her head at him. With her large fox-like ears cupped in his direction she smiles.

“And who’re you?” She asks, but it doesn’t hold an ounce of malice or attitude. Rather her tone is almost cheery, but borders on the smoother, richer side. “Would you like some, dark one?” She asks casually, nodding to her rabbit.

she was pretty in a way that set val’s attention on alert; confident in a way that promised danger.

her tongue swept over bloodied whiskers. he wished he owned an ounce of her self assurance.

val. he shook his head — his stomach was full from an earlier meal. more to the point — he wanted to know who this svelte shaped sprite was, and how she found herself in the coven of the bear. who are you?

The larger, dark furred wolf offers her a name and looks upon her with muted interest. She remains resting on her stomach as she talks to him, but raises her head to meet his eyes. Pretty eyes, she can’t help but think, especially with his midnight pelt.

In return he asks for her name so she continues with her soft smile. “Val,” She tests his name. “I’m Pandora. A pleasure.” She offers. “I just joined not long ago. A very interesting joining ritual you guys have.” She laughs at the end. “Y’all seem like a dangerous bunch.”

She says it with interest and awe though. She loves the savage nature of Ursus so far, but she prefers not to bloody her pelt with battles when she could easily just seduce or befriend and poison someone. Keeps her fur nice and clean that way.

she was so relaxed, so confident. val was beginning to suspect he was in the lair of lions, and he a sheep. why did they keep him around? why had they not realized he wasn't cut from their cloth at all?

pandora, it seemed, had undergone some sort of ritual to become one of them. val's throat bobbed; he had no such ritual thrust upon him. curious, but reluctant to show his ignorance at all, val began with a neutral query. what did you do?

The man with the pretty eyes is curious and at this she tilts her head up and laughs. It’s a hearty one, genuine. 

“Oh? You did not hear?” She asks then. “Well, your lovely Merrick told me to bring him a coyote. Which I did and I hate dirtying my beautiful pelt, but you see his word seems to be law.” She hums with a soft, playful roll of her eyes at the last bit. “I brought her here and poisoned her. Then they spilt her blood all over their alter for the bear. Great fun, right?” Pandora ends her explanation with a cocksure smile.

“Have you done such a thing to get in? I must know.” She purrs, swishing her tail along the loamy earth with curiosity in her gaze.

she laughed. she smiled. she rolled her eyes playfully. the words, the gestures, the little gleaming grin — none of it matched the pulpy, gristly subject matter of murder. the dissonance here chewed at val’s conscience like an unpleasant loose end. she spoke of this killing like it was just another tuesday; taken and butchered at the altar, all before tea!

poison. val vowed to never take it upon himself to accept any offering of food from this woman.

they must not trust you. he answered, bearing a manner uncharacteristically close to aventus’. i fought for them in rivenwood.

She can tell it’s a bit weirder for him to hear. He definitely doesn’t have the same reaction as she does towards the carnage. She’s seen things of the such, but has usually never participated in the blood spilling directly. Obviously because she likes to keep clean. Yet, her outlook on life is also pretty different than most others. She’s very carefree and confident in her abilities to get herself out of situations. She likes to live life to the fullest, enjoy its pleasures and such. It’s too short after all and — hell — she’s already two winters old (or something like that).

So when he speaks next, it’s a touch colder, saying this and that about them not trusting her she chuckles. “I wouldn’t trust me either, pretty boy.” She hums with a mischievous, but obviously humorous, wink. She wants to keep him on his toes.

“And that is why, silly!” She exclaims playfully, regarding him fighting with Ursus. “That was your test. Now me, they hadn’t seen me in action. So a test was required. Makes sense, no?” She asks with a tilt of her head and an easy going smile to go along with her conversational tone.

again came that wink and smile. she was beautiful. beautiful like snow over a thinly iced river. beautiful like frostbite. beautiful like cold, distant peaks.

sharp, too. like a fang to a throat, or the feel of cold water to his belly. she was dangerous, and he was in trouble.

val knew she was trying to ease his tension, but they were so different he felt he was wrong. alienated, maybe. why wouldn't you trust yourself? he prompted, finding it strange one could be so open. he knew he would trust himself implicitly. what made pandora different?

She watches him easily, continuously making eye contact — shameless and confident she is. It only shows more when he offers her an inquiry she knew was coming. 

Why wouldn’t you trust yourself? 

She lets out a boisterous bout of laughter at that, a cunning smile replacing it a second later. She stands from her previously lying down position and tip toes closer to him elegantly.

“Because I like to have fun…” She starts easily, smoothly. 

 If he allows, she would circle him, running the long plume of her tail over his nape, shoulders, and back as she goes. Turning up on his right side to sidle beneath his chin and rub herself along his chest shamelessly. She looks back at him over her shoulder. 

“I like to keep people on their toes.” She admits. “But you have nothing to worry from me, pretty boy. You’re on my good list.” She purrs with a wink.

the next seconds are a blur to val. pandora rose, she laughed -- she circled around him with her tail brushing every part of him.

val stiffened as she brushed along his chest. pandora’s scent bloomed in his senses. his blood rose in titillating thumps.

for all of the longing pandora masrwrfilly authored within val, he felt suddenly confused. it dawned upon val that pandora was playing with him - and it awoke in him a sense of injustice.

abruptly he rose to his feet and attempted to push her away. val’s gaze, which before had avoided the intensity of pandora’s searching eyes, was now fixed suspiciously upon her. you're trying to manipulate me. he accused, the desire rising in his blood withering to ash.

She circles the dark male with a smile on her face as she speaks, he seems complacent if just for a moment. Pandora likes that. Even so, her assumption on his complacency seems to be wrong for he’s pushing her away and meeting her eyes with a wronged intensity. Her brows raise, but her smile remains as she gazes back to him fearlessly.

You’re trying to manipulate me. He accuses and at that she barks out a soft laugh with a simple shake of her head.

“You think so little of a girl you hardly know.” She hums with soft eyes and a smile that mirrors. 

She sidles back up to him. Her smile is not as tantalizing and teasing, but easygoing and empathetic. “Now, who manipulated you into seeing the bad in everyone?” She asks plainly. There’s no hint of toxicity in her voice, but rather a light featheryness to it — like a mother killing her child out of fear.

She would shrug easily, her shoulders moving slowly with the motion. “Not everyone’s out to get you ya know.” She hums softly back to him.

guilt rose momentarily in val. was he being uncharitable? his doubts assayed as pandora continued to speak.

who had taught him to be so wary? he thought of his mothers. of aventus. of merrick.

of every interaction he'd had up until this moment. a reply hung just on the tip of his tongue until he realized pandora really was keeping him on his toes.

nevermind. val huffed, feeling uneasy. he wanted to leave, and so rose. i'm gonna go for a walk. it was his way of dismissing himself.