Darkness? Where are you now?? Claim?

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Dancing shook his pelt. His neck cracked slightly. Barking gruffly, He walked over to the closest place he could find-an old shadey tree with deep bluish leaves- Not many leaves at that. Glancing slowly around, he wondered where his alphess was. She could be anywhere he thought quietly. He snapped his jaws together and shivered. For no apparant reason, his killer instinct broke out again. He looked around for something to kill and spotted a lost caribo foal. He crouched down and watched his prey intently. It must have been around 1 year old- A larger, faster foal. He licked his jowls and then he sprung from his position. The prey squealed and twisted to run. To late. Dancing's large body had already landed on it. He swiftly snared his teeth into his victims throat and felt the fresh, warm blood seep through his white teeth. The caribo struggled slightly and he sunk his sharp canines in further. The foal relaxed and its breathing stopped in a snap. Dancing shook it violently and then released. He licked the blood

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<sup>Silvery, starlike objects glowed in the darkness as taut muscles finally relaxed, allowing the wolfess to leap before the trespasser. Her eyes, which had once been the colour of the stars that dappled the sky above her, now flickered into the colour of blood, almost in an instant. Her voice rang out, furious and cold.

"Who the hell are you?"

This was simply the way Darkness was. The daughter of two demons -- Shadow and the now-past Shades of Grey -- and she had been raised to be hell on a pair of jet black paws. Her pelt, which resembled that of her father, was an inky black, the whole thing. There were minor scars from battles easily won by the twisted mind of the she-wolf known as Darkness.

She led the Fears, yes. She led a pack that would soon be feared as they had been in the past...before she had killed them all off for showing compassion. Compassion...love...it was all things she hated, all things she lived to destroy. And as she stood here, muscles taut again and crimson eyes glowing upon jet black fur, her fangs showing, glinting in the moonlight, it was obvious.

Although when I say she lives to destroy it, I really should say she dies to destroy it. Without a soul she lives, for she gave it up to lengthen her life. Now, she is merely a full demon, just like her ancestors before her.

Or at least, that's what she thinks. The Damnedfur family really only ever had Shadow as a demon, being as he was chosen, in a prophecy, by the Satan himself. Not that Darkness knew this, no, she was merely a pawn in this whole game of chess that Satan had created, for she was the spawn of one of the most hated and deadly wolves in the land.

"And what, in the name of hell and Lucifer, are you doing on my territory?!" she snarled, a little saliva flying from her mouth as she spoke, a sign that she was hungry for a kill...to see a wolf die. Any creature really, but she knew it would never satisfy her hunger.

Darkness was dead. She couldn't satisfy her hunger, nor her thirst in quite the same way that other wolves did. Sure, she ate and drank as she was the alphess and needed to do so before the others, but she felt no need to do so. She looked just as healthy as any living wolf, but there was the occasional time when certain things, certain unexplainable things, happened that would reveal her.

For example, her eyes. Her eyes had always been silver when she had been growing up, and as an adult until a particular part of her life. The part where she had fought with a lynx and fell through ice, and drowned. But not fully drowned...for under that ice, she had seen demons, and they had offered her a longer life. If of course, she gave them something in return. Her soul. But now, it becomes occasionally obvious it was drowning that killed her. She's not particularily fond of ice or water, and her eyes -- for reasons unknown -- turn to a strange, rather bright colour of blue. Oh, and her eyes, when in this shade of blue, have no pupils.

One could easily tell she was Shadow's offspring. Mainly, it was easy if you knew him well, for if you did, you would know that he inflicts wounds upon his left wrist -- three straight scars, in fact. And if you knew why, you would be able to associate Darkness with Shadow easily, for she too bares these scars, but unlike Shadow's scars, hers never heal over.

Her muscles tighter than ever, her crimson eyes glared viciously at the wolf. "If there's something you want," she spat. "I suggest you say it now, for you are in the Forest of Fears, where fear spreads through the very bones of outsiders. Death is on your tail, believe me, unless you choose to join us in our quest to take over -- and possibly destroy -- the land of DarkStar. All the light, that is."</sup>

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"Its just me! Dancing Night" He growled angrily. His blue eyes glinted. "Forget your own pack members much?" He snorted. He had been born to his pack but his sister had left. traitor He thought to himself as the memory of Risak popped into his head. He flicked his black tail and raised onto his powerful, muscled feet. Now, his body could be seen more clearly. His sleek black pelt was nothing BUT black. His muzzle had a long white stripe down it and then a star joined to it. His one, scarred, right eye made him look more ferocious and along his shoulders was yet another, blood red scar. Along his left paw was a brightly coloured-yep, you guessed it- scar. His build was a large one. His eyes showed great ferocity and peirced into his leaders. Then he smirked and laughed slightly. Then more manically. Rather evilly at that. As his mouth opened, you could see many rows of glinting teeth. To a human, his laughing would sound like a howl.

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<sup>The she-wolf's lips lowered, but her eyes still glinted dangerously as she circled the male, quickly making sure that this was not an impostor of Dancing Night. Quickly sniffing him over, she returned to her place before him, hackles still bristling and silver eyes glistening.

"We can never be too careful," she replied darkly. Her voice said it all, the tone of it betrayed the risk one took to live about her. Darkness had once murdered her entire pack, leaving no survivors but herself. How had one become so angered? Love. Love had seared the air about her, and she had chosen to choose hate over love after one of the males of the pack had asked for her love.

Darkness, truth be told, had no love. At the sound of his voice begging to lead the pack alongside her, she had snarled a battle cry and killed him before the Fears. The rest of them had cringed before her, and a few were brave enough to taste his flesh alongside her.

But she had fought them off, her fangs showing and her snarls echoing about the forest until finally, it was only her devouring the flesh of he who had chosen to attempt to find love within the young wolfess.

This time, she was sure, the Fears would be more powerful. They would show no love and no mercy, unless they could be sure that their pups would carry the same darkness that had to be passed on through each generation of the Fears. This time, she wouldn't kill them, she was sure.

They wouldn't fail.

Though only two members -- Rian and Dancing Night -- wandered the forest, Darkness knew that soon, there would be more. She pitied both males, as they were not only the opposite sex, but also, they were below her. But of course, in the eyes of the alphess of the Fears, all were below her. Even the Gods.

With a soft, cold laugh, she realized that there was a possibility that the Gods themselves had chosen to leave because of her great plans. A part of her doubted that, but there was still another part of her that called out to the Gods, calling out words that were cold and vicious.

She smirked to herself, eyes turning colour from silver to crimson, revealing a sudden bloodlust in the wolfess. Oh, how she longed for blood. "Let us hunt," she growled, her eyes glinting evilly. "Hell itself be with us, but I feel the hunger that tells of a want for blood."</sup>

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"Blood is what keeps us alive. Blood, death and ability to strike fear into others is all a wolf needs" He snarled in agreement.

"All times begin, All times end. I live purely to torture and kill" Dancing growled, "For that is what I want to live on"