The Shadows Call (open)

[Silverblood]

The sky was light and blue, soft to gaze upon. The breeze was blowing and the trees swaying. The leaves made a relaxing sound as they brushed against each other, and even the sturdy branches moved to and fro. It was such a beautiful day, warm when the air was still and cool when the wind picked up.

For Emeraldmist, today was a day of boredom. He had not been hired recently for any new missions, and he had completed all of his previous tasks. So, with nothing professional to do, he decided to just go and practice his agility and sneak skills... and of course his ability to kill quickly.

Always careful not to let his claws grow dull, he sharpened them every day and had gotten them to the point where they cut like a double-edged sword. They were not only sharp on the bottom, but on the top as well. His teeth were extra long and sharp as well, having been refined on stones and rocks. The tips of his teeth were like the tips needles; that is how effortlessly he'd be able to rip you to shreds.

Lifting off from the ground, Emeraldmist used his green wings to fly through the treetops. He felt so free and alive, and when he was done he landed in the branches of the trees below him. He was high off the forest floor, and had a private resting spot for now, hidden deep in the shade, up high.

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Fang stalked through the forest, his doublecoat rippling. The scarlet apeared and disappeared in a wave of fur, and the silver oute fur shone in the shadows. The formidable wolf was looking for recruits for his pack.

He sniffed the air and caught a whiff of aonther wolf. Male, by the scent of it.

[Silverblood]

Emeraldmist spotted the wolf stalking through the forest down below him on the forest floor. Lifting his head from his peaceful afternoon rest, he glared down at him with teal green eyes. He had never met the stranger before, nor did he want to right now. He was not that good meeting new people. He was best with his fellow assassins and long-time friends that he'd known all his life.

He decided to play a little game. Leaping down a ways, skillfully and gracefully, onto lower branches where the wolf could see him, Emeraldmist spread his wings to make himself look larger. Glaring dominantly at the stranger, he played as the one in charge, "You would have smelled the scent markers if you had been paying attention. This is my territory, and you have now wandered into it."

Of course, it really wasn't, but he wanted to see if he pull of the "Butthurt Alpha" kind of territory skirmish. In reality, he was just a lone assassin wandering from place to place in look for work.

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Fang glared at the wolf, before his eyes turning to scarlet red.
"Really?" He challenged. As soon as the words left his lips, he grew bigger, wings forming on his shouldwers.
"Really?" He repeated. "I have not smelled anything, and since you just alerted n
me, don't you think the land would stink of you?" He bared his fangs at the wolf.

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Well, shoot. Still though, this was a chance for a fight and he'd take it excitedly.

Baring his own sharp teeth, he stared the wolf down, "You dare argue with me? I own this land whether you like it or not!" He snarled loudly. He was about to leap down onto the "invader" to engage in a battle.

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Fang snarled back at the wolf, his pupils disappearing, leaving deep blood red pools of a blood coloured hue. He furrowed his brow in anger, feeling the power build up. There was one crack, then a split in the branch Emeraldmist was standing on. The branch tumbled down to the ground. Fang growled, his paws stepping on it, setting it on fire.

"Do you dare challenge me?" He snarled, growing another size bigger. His fur fluffed up in anger, his hackles raised. But really, he was enjoying the battle.

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Silverblood