Discoveries;; Nikki

[Mance Emerson Hart]

The woods were peaceful, quiet and dark. Yet he knew soon they would be full of screams, even now he could sense their fear and panic as the prey had been giving a head's start. Humans were so simple minded, to think that they can run away and not be caught. Or if they stood and fought, that they would survive. They would never survive for they are weak and there time was coming to an end. Still, that didn't take away the thrill from the Hunt, however, he decided to sit this one out and allow the rest to have fun. It wasn't a break from tradition, it was something else that bothered Mance Hart of the Pride. Even in the fast territory that Beacon Hill's reserve seemed to give them and the endless amount of cover and woods, they were not alone.

Someone else was stalking through the woods that night, cutting across the territory while a full moon hung over head. He had a feeling that he knew what it was too, although Mance wouldn't make assumptions. Assumptions could leave you dead. So while the rest of the Pride was off with the Hunt, the shifter was roaming on his own and even more importantly, still in his human form. Some might consider it foolish, to be alone but Mance saw no threat in it. He could handle himself and he could handle a rouge on his own. There was a reason why he is the Alpha of his Pride.

The further he went, the quieter it grew. Not even the insects seemed to be making a sound. But then, just like that, he heard it. A snap and the rush that followed. Something came out from no where, trying to catch him off guard and Mance could not help but to wonder for a split second if the thing thought it was simply human as it slammed into him. A snarl escaped him and the beast at the same as he managed to stay up right, "You're a long way from a pack," he commented now, glaring at werewolf. A lone wolf, something of a rarity. It didn't speak for a moment and Mance wondered if it was because it was a dumb animal, "That's because I'm following one. The Alpha pack."

The statement didn't make much sense, not in werewolf lore or what he knew of it. There was only one Alpha per a werewolf and the rest were betas. Like this one. Yet the statement made it seem like the pack was nothing but Alphas. A mere myth that he heard in the undergrounds of the world, "Well, your following days are done," he snarled, the threat blatantly obvious in his voice and causing a spark to flare up in the other. Mance's bones snapped right there, automatically reconstructing themselves to take away the human form. His muscles stretched and grew, as some sort of hybrid flailed on the ground in pain, mid transformation. As the amber grew in his eyes, over taking the cerulean pigment, Mance watched as the werewolf charged for him.

Right as it was upon him though, he lashed out, swinging his paw and extended claws right into the face of the beast, uprooting it from it's feet as the Siberian tiger followed through, rolling his weight into it and up onto all forms, scrambling after the werewolf. Mance took a leap, pinning it down, "You lie! There is no Alpha pack." he snarled, tendrils of saliva dripping from his mouth as he stared yet in the eyes of the werewolf, there were no lies to be seen, "Oh, there is, and I mean to join their ranks!" and just like that, it managed to slip free and Mance was met with a retaliation of claws to the face. It caught him off guard, and there was nothing that bothered the shifter more than something cutting into his skin and fur.

He side stepped a little, trying to clean his face from the claws and that was all the werewolf needed to lunge at him. Mance felt the arms wrap around his hulking more and slowly start to crush him, pulling in his one leg into his chest. There was a loud snap, something had broken and yet already, he could feel his body and DNA working to heal the source. But that didn't take away from the fact that Mance felt hobbled, trying to free himself with only three legs as he could feel his shoulder and rib cage start to shutter a little bit. Another snarl escaped the tiger, backpeddling just a little and throwing his weight into his attacker to twist around and it was all that he needed.

Mance saw the opening and he took it, his jaws clamping down on the part where the neck and shoulder met. His teeth sunk in with force just as a roar of pain escaped the werewolf. The copper taste filled his mouth before he tore. There was sickening sound as flesh and muscle were ripped with a sheer amount of force, blood spelling out as the grip of him was released. Mance jumped away, still keeping his weight off his right front leg as the werewolf feel, bleeding out and gasping for breath on the forest ground. Amber eyes did nothing but watch it die before he spat the fleshy chuck out of his mouth. There was a wet thud as it fell and hit the ground. Mance still stared, thinking about the short conversation before calling out, "Nikki. Are you near?"

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Notes: Before you ask, that gif was a lucky find XD and yayyy, first thread. I figured they just commicate telepathically like the werewolfies in twilight and other movies.
Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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Sticks and stones
May break my bones

Nikki was content to watch her Pride enjoy the Hunt. It was small, a minor one truly, a mere inkling as to the magnificence that was to come later on, when they rose in ranks and power. As it was, their Pride wasn’t too big at the moment, the move and shifts in power had assured to that, but she was confident that their power was going to grow, after all, it was hard not to gravitate towards the Pride if you were a shifter like herself. Mance radiated power in such a way that made him a beacon of light to those around him. Herself included. He’d drawn her in, snared her in his grasp as easily as though she wasn’t resistant to nearly every ideal he held at first. But then, as though a switch had been flipped, she wasn’t. Wasn’t resisting, wasn’t against anything, rather accepted it all, not because he commanded her to, though he could have, but because she saw the sense and truth in it.

The scent of terrified humans hit her sensitive nose, filtering through until she ascertained that only one or two remained out of the handful they’d started with. Good. The Pride was getting better and better at ensuring their prey didn’t get away. She did so hate when they did, hated it even more when the victims fought back. Then and only then did the Pride know to hold off on the final blow, because when anyone hurt one of the Pride, they dealt with her. She had made sure that was clear to everyone, even Mance, despite bowing to his authority, that if anyone hurt their Pride members, she wanted a take in bringing about their end.

She knew her mate wouldn’t comply if it were him that was injured, partially because it was rather hard to do so, and partially because he would be just as eager himself to get what was owed him. The requirement didn’t much apply to him anyways, more so of her ‘children’, her Pride. Nikki was fiercely protective of them, and it was only fitting as Alpha female to deal the final blow. Her muscles rippled beneath her snowy pelt of thick fur, ensuring she stood out like a sore thumb amongst the greenery around her, but she wasn’t on the hunt, so she wasn’t too worried about it. If anything, she was all the more content to lounge on the nicely oriented flat rock that happened to be in direct moonlight for the moment.

A low purr thrummed in her chest, her tail tip flicking lazily as she lounged out on her side, the moonlight dappling against her fur, giving her a ghostly, ethereal appearance. The sounds of quickly growing fear and panic began to feed into the air, the sounds of the remainder of the humans seeming to realize just what had happened to their companions in the forest. If she had been human, her lips would have curved up into a satisfied smile, as it was, her ears flickered forward, towards the most concentrated of cries and then relaxed as she heard not one cry from her Pride, ensuring that they weren’t hurt, or if they were, not seriously, else she’d know. Don’t ask her how, but she would just know. The Alpha Female let out a wide yawn, wickedly sharp teeth showing as she stretched her limbs out, dangerously lethal claws unsheathing with the stretch of her muscles.

That done, she rose to her paws, shaking out her pelt and slinking into the underbrush, her ears flickering forward as she headed towards the noises, invested in seeing the destruction her Pridemates had wrought. Nikki couldn’t stop the low purr of satisfaction that rumbled in her chest as she came across first one body, and then the next, both killed efficiently, and just the way that they should be, killed like the animals they were, before she continued on. Over the next few minutes, she looked over the remaining prey one by one, until she came across a small clearing in the underbrush where two of her Pridemates had cornered what appeared to be the final prey. She greeted her Pridemates affectionately, nuzzling their sides and nipping lightly at their ears before taking up a spectator’s spot just behind the two other felines. Nikki wasn’t one to take away a hard won kill, not when everything was going well, and her eyes gleamed in the night as she watched the end come to their prey, her growl of content echoed by her Pridemates before she rose once more.

With a final nuzzle of pride to the other two, she turned and made her way deeper into the forest once more, figuring it was time to seek out her mate. She knew he hadn’t participated, otherwise she’d have known his low growls of satisfaction anywhere, so she knew he would be prowling close. The Siberian tigress let loose with another yawn, feeling her jaw crack nicely as she felt the muscles of her jaw loosen. She was eager to get her teeth into something juicy, hungry as she was, but she was content to wait, she didn’t truly need to eat at the moment, and when she did, she’d rather be with Mance when she did. Nikki was about to call for him with her thoughts when he beat her to it. "Nikki. Are you near?" She smiled faintly before gathering her thoughts. ”On my way.” She sent back in affirmative before heading instinctively towards where she now knew he was.

As she drew closer, the scent of blood filled her nose and she tossed her head, slowing from her trot once she broke free of the underbrush and took in the scene before her. Her lips pulled back over her teeth as she took in the blood staining her mate’s fur, as well as the sight of the dead werewolf on the ground near him. Within moments she was at his side, running her muzzle along his fur lightly, knowing that he would heal but still immensely worried anyways. ”What happened?” She asked, a growl in her tones as she bared her teeth at the corpse, and then turned back to begin grooming the blood from his fur, not liking the sight of her mate’s blood one bit, not when it was brought by anyone else.

NOTES :: Nice job on the lucky find! xD That's awesome. Lol. And that makes enough sense to me~ And yeow, long post, feel free to cut it down. xD
MUSIC :: Little Red Riding Hood - Amanda Seyfried
WORDS :: 1,066
TAGS :: Mance;

But chains and whips
Excite me

[Mance Emerson Hart]

As he heard her voice in his thoughts, Mance's adrenaline riddled muscles seemed to slowly start to loosen up, no longer did he feel tense and on edge, but that didn't take away from the fact that a werewolf chose to be so foolish and attack him. The more he thought about it, the more it lingered in his mind like some sort throne in his side. Granted, Mance had been the one to threaten but those words still hung there 'i'm following the alpha pack'. The Alpha pack, there werewolf made it seem as if they were some sort of superior animal. If he had been in his human form, he would have rolled his eyes at the mere thought. But it did also bring forward another thought: they were not alone.

Pushing himself up to all fours, the large siberian tiger wandered away a few feet before nestling back down onto his haunches, amber eyes flickering back towards the dead body, bleeding out into the earth. It seemed that Beacon Hills housed a lot more than he had thought, the original draw fading out and replaced by something new. Mance did not entirely fear the prospect of an Alpha pack, but it would prove to be an annoyance. Humans were bad enough thinking that they were invincible when they truly nothing but prey. A bunch of alpha werewolves, well, it would be just as annoying if not more. The very thought made him sigh, his tail swished from side to side in thought.

It didn't matter though, not in the end. They were the furious species, and would die like the rest. Nothing but dumb animals waiting to be led to the slaughter as well, and that wasn't all, they had their hunters to worry about as well. The tiger's thoughts were put on hold though as he heard the soft patter of paws. Mance's head turned just slightly, amber eyes glancing off towards some of the underbrush where he saw the quickest flash of light. He didn't even need to see to know that it was Nikki who had arrived. Even sitting, his weight shifted from side to side, in the briefest debate to whether he would go to her or make her come to him now, but that didn't even matter, the minute his mate saw the blood, he knew he had won her favor over.

Mance watched as her teeth were exposed in a snarl as she moved her way over, gaze locked on the dead werewolf for the briefest of moments before he felt her maw at his fur. A low purr rumbled in his throat, his amber eyes closing to enjoy her presence and touch. Yet even in that moment, it did not take away from the growl in her voice. The question caused him to open his eyes up once more, shifting again as he glanced back over, "It came at me foolishly...I admit I antagonized it a little." He would not lie to her, surely she would understand besides, it was rather hard to take something seriously that called itself a wolf when it walked around on two legs like a man. But that wasn't the only thing that he had to tell her.

"Nikki," he started now, glancing back over at her, "It said that it was following an Alpha Pack...have you heard of such a thing?" The whole concept seemed weird to him still, like he could not fathom it. It went against their nature, it went against the 'pack' nature. Mance wasn't a fan of unnatural things, the fact that his tied in with something so inferior as werewolves bothered him even more. His tail twitched again in thought as he glanced back to her now for a moment before nuzzling against her, taking in her presence once again. He didn't know what he would do without her, his mate, his queen, "Either way, it seems as if we are not the only ones in town now."

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Notes: Oh snap, I know. I wish I knew how to make crackship gifs. haha, yeahhh, i could not match your awesome post! I is sorry.
Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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Sticks and stones
May break my bones

Nikki knew something had happened even before she smelled the blood, or heard the faintest of rasps emerging from the dying werewolf. She knew in the way that Mance had called for her, something that normally didn’t happen, as either they were together, or he found her, vice versa. Her pace wasn’t considered hurried nor lax, and she didn’t take very long in reaching the slight clearing where he and the body of the dead werewolf resided, her tail curling in anger and distaste as she took in the sight of the lesser being. So he had challenged Mance? Mores the pity for him, because she could have told him what a fool idea that would be, and had been. But then, what could one do to reason with a lesser being that thought only with it’s fury?

She took in the site of the bloodied area slowly, cataloging the details before taking in Mance last, noting the blood on him, seeing that he had been hurt, though was nearly completely healed now. Nikki knew enough of the fact that her mate hated wounds of the flesh, preferred injured bones over it nearly every time, and she could understand his hatred. The cutting skin, dripping blood. At least with bones one most often didn’t have to bleed outside of the body, and he did excel at wounds of the bone. She could help her anger though, because while her Pride healed fast, that didn’t mean that it didn’t still hurt, and she hated to see any one of her loved ones, especially her mate and Alpha, hurt.

She knew that the injury wasn’t the only thing troubling her mate, and as such knew he would share in due time if it was truly as large a problem as she had the feeling it was. Nikki emerged from the underbrush, seeing her mate’s weight shift from side to side, but the debate of coming to her or allowing her to go to him was in vain, not needed when she saw the blood on his fur. She did love the color of his fur, without blood covering it, the mahogany fur striped with black and splashed with white, and while she wasn’t of that coloration, she did like the pair they made. It wasn’t that often one saw a white Siberian tiger shifter. Her teeth bared in a snarl as she moved closer, wishing that he still had breath in him for her to rent it from him for daring to attack her mate.

No matter, there were always more of the werewolf bottomfeeders where they came from. Her gaze remained on the dead werewolf for a few moments before she moved to her mate, running her muzzle over his fur, checking to ensure that the only wound he’d sustained was the one she’d noted earlier. Hearing his low rumble brought warmth to her chest as she cleaned the blood from his fur, wishing it gone soon so she didn’t have to fear constantly of some hidden wound that she had not seen. "It came at me foolishly...I admit I antagonized it a little." Mance answered, and she couldn’t stop the quiet chuckle as she shook her head. ”Always antagonizing the bottomfeeders, when will you ever learn? But then, if they weren’t such fool creatures it would not be so easy to bait them.” She returned, smiling slightly even as she pressed close.

Just because she appeared conserved on the outside didn’t mean that she wasn’t still getting over the instant worry for him on the inside. "Nikki," He started, glancing back at her, "It said that it was following an Alpha Pack...have you heard of such a thing?" He added and she would have frowned could she, and even so she still seemed to come close to pulling it off. Her tail flicked in agitated thought. ”I have heard of such a thing. But it wasn’t here, it was back where I grew up, mere rumors on the streets. Apparently it is when one alpha rises above the rest as all powerful, and bands a group of other alphas together.” She mused, her attention drawn back to the present by the feel of her mate nuzzling against her, and she curled against him, a low purr thrumming in her chest. "Either way, it seems as if we are not the only ones in town now." He finished, and she smiled gently.

”We were never the only ones in town, my love, just now we have reason to worry.”

NOTES :: No worries~ I ramble, believe me. XD
MUSIC :: N/A
WORDS :: 758
TAGS :: Mance;

But chains and whips
Excite me

[Mance Emerson Hart]

Amber eyes just watched her as he sat down on his haunches now. How the moonlight just seemed to make her glow in the twilight. Yet even then, it wasn't enough to take his mind off the words spoken by the werewolf, and even more so, that dull lingering pain of his body trying to figure out what to do with itself. Mance blamed it on the interbreeding in his family lines, what it had made up for in his bone healing; it took away from his skin and surface, making him weak to quite a degree. How he loathed it, but at that same time, the Alpha knew better than to complain. Other shifters howled and screamed when their bodies worked to heal their broken bones, his only two a matter of seconds, the pain wasn't even there any more. Still, it was a weakness he couldn't afford, and certainly not in the eyes of the Pride. Although, hardly anyone dared to challenge. In his prime, even he knew that he had a while before the need to grow paranoid.

If he could smile though, he would have. His tail merely twitched in amusement as his mate snarled at the dead body of the werewolf, oh how he could only imagine what was going through her mind right and wished on what she could do. How far she had come since they first met, and Mance merely found himself only wishing that they had met sooner. A dangerous woman, Nikki was, but she was his all the same. They made a dangerous team, not only in physical strength but also mentally. That there, was the truth threat that they could pose in Beacon Hills, and even more so, the rest of the world. Mance was growing tired of hiding out as well, sooner or later, the New Age will come and no longer will the shifter have to hide in fear because of bullets or mountain ash, they wouldn't have to hide at all because there were no traps in the animal world, only themselves.

Mance's gaze closed for a moment as he felt Nikki's rough tongue run over one of his cuts now. Even with his fur, he could still feel it on his skin, "You don't have to clean me," he replied, although there was hardly protest in his voice and that purr still lingered there. The large tiger leaned into her a little more, rubbing his head against her own now before resting his chin on top of her crown, amber eyes opening once more to gaze off into the woods. A chuckle escaped him at her words, "Oh, how you know me, my queen," Mance commented now, his tone still that of amusement, "But you are right, how easily baited they are. I don't even know why he bothered to fight; they're clearly not in the same league as us with their silly humanoid shapes." And that is how he did not understand the survival of the werewolf, fighting humans meant that they were only fighting something so similar to themselves. There was no power there, only the end of a pointless and probably pathetic little life.

Even though she couldn't really show it, he could still sense the annoyance that lingered in her and her body. He watched how her tail twitched and as he pulled his head back to get a look at her, Mance could have sworn that she was frowning with her maw. As she spoke, he didn't quite know what to make of her words. They sounded like fables, children's tales and yet, they must hold some truth for why else would the werewolf have brought it up? It would seem like such a foolish lie, to foolish to even tell unless there was something really there. The idea still bothered Mance though, and judging by that tail swish, it bothered his mate as well, "That goes against their nature...their animal's nature," he murmured now, thinking out loud more than to really speak to her, "If that really is the case though, we should look into it." He didn't want to deal with some lowly dwellers thinking that they could run this town, get in his way, get in the Pride's way.

Something of a snort escaped the tiger, shaking his head, "I do not worry about werewolves," he commented now, as if she had poked fun at him. Yet he wasn't mad at her, just annoyed at such a situation, "Alphas aren't immortal, they can die just like the rest of us." Pushing himself up now though, Mance shook himself and then stretched, glancing about, "And so are the beta's. Tell me Nikki, what do you think about sending the town a little message, just to see what happens?" Amber eyes glanced over towards her, a glint of amusement flashed in his amber eyes as he just stared back at her now, watching and waiting.

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Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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Sticks and stones
May break my bones

Nikki could feel him watching her, even then. She didn’t mind, not anymore. Before everything, before really getting to know and care for him, she would have cared. Would have feared he was planning something, planning on going after her for some reason or another, whether for power or pleasure. But now she wasn’t so worried about that. Not really. No, she was happy to feel his gaze, know that he cared, that he cared and felt the same way towards her as she did towards him. She wasn’t one to do things half-assed, and this was no exception. She was all in. Even so, as absorbed in her thoughts as she was at the moment, she knew something was weighing heavily on his mind, despite the fact that his tail twitched in amusement at her anger towards the dead carcass of the werewolf that her mate had killed. Oh, how she would have loved to get a chunk out of that foul creature for so much as daring to hurt her mate.

No one hurt those she cared for without getting hurt. Seriously hurt. Mance’s eyes closed as she ran her tongue over one of his cuts, wishing to see that blood gone, to see him healthy and at ease once more, not bothered by the pain that was stronger in him than others when it came to wounds of the flesh and muscle. "You don't have to clean me," He replied, though he hardly protested, and his voice still held that purr as he leaned into her a little more, rubbing his head against her own before resting his chin on top of her crown. ”No, I don’t have to, but I wished to. You know I do not like seeing you in such pain, and I hate seeing blood on you, your blood anyways.” She replied adoringly, nestling her head against his broad chest, listening to the drumming beat of his heart. "Oh, how you know me, my queen," He commented, and she chuffed her amusement at that. "But you are right, how easily baited they are. I don't even know why he bothered to fight; they're clearly not in the same league as us with their silly humanoid shapes." He added, and she dipped her head slightly, thoughtful.

”It is almost too easy to bait them, and he only fought because they are all fools. Fools that think with their animalistic brains and not their human ones. One would think that because they nearly always remain bipedal, they would use their human brains more often, and yet they do not.” She commented, a huff of annoyance leaving her. They were all so pitiful. Mance pulled his head back to look at her, and she met his gaze, her own slightly troubled, contemplative. "That goes against their nature...their animal's nature," He murmured, "If that really is the case though, we should look into it." She nodded, tail swishing. ”That may be that it is, but they seem to still remain with their Alpha’s alpha. It would indeed be something to look into. Perhaps one of the humans know. A good number of them seem to enjoy affiliating with those foolish weres. It is their death, not ours.” She scoffed, but her words were meant seriously, and were thoughtful in the idea of figuring out this complex puzzle that faced them.

A snort left the tiger as he shook his head, and her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I do not worry about werewolves," He commented, and she would have smiled if she could, knowing he wasn’t angry at her. "Alphas aren't immortal, they can die just like the rest of us." The Alpha male pushed himself up, shook himself, and stretched out before glancing around. "And so are the beta's. Tell me Nikki, what do you think about sending the town a little message, just to see what happens?" He asked with a glint of amusement in those amber eyes she loved. She rose to her paws as well and shook out her ivory pelt. ”They can die, and I would wonder just what kind of message you’d be interested in sending, my King.” Her tail swished, this time in amusement and interest, even as she wound around him, purring quietly.

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MUSIC :: Radio ^^
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TAGS :: Mance;

But chains and whips
Excite me

[Mance Emerson Hart]

He continued to just lean heavily into her now, nestling as if they were back where the Pride is rather than being out in the middle of the forest with a dead corpse. Mance couldn't help but to wonder if someone would discover the body, but in the end, he didn't care. The shifter doubted that hunters could really tell the difference on what killed the werewolf, no doubt that they'd just think it was another in some sort of territory scuffle, "I suppose you are right, red looks horrible on orange." As her tongue moved across one, Mance actually winced and nearly pulled away. Funny how he could be such a dangerous animal and yet the pain from cleaning a wound made him rather just deal with it bleeding out and clotting up rather than assistance from someone else. It was a weakness that he could deal without, or at least shield it from others, but he knew that something like that would be rather impossible. Everyone has weaknesses, even if they didn't want to admit it.

Mance could hear the amusement escape her at his comment before the conversation took a slightly more serious turn with the dealing of this werewolf and it's curious statements. Amber eyes took a glance towards the dead body once again, listening to his mate speak with a tone of annoyance in her voice at the werewolves' common stupidity. Mance agreed with her statements although he didn't voice it, she knew him well enough, or so he assumed. They had been together for a while now and in many ways, Nikki was one of the strongest in the Pride: not only physically but mentally as well. She balanced him out so perfectly, it sometimes felt strange to remember that once she had been an outsider to the Pride before he managed to sink his claws and charm into her. His eyes returned to her's, beautiful as ever in her tigeress form, curious to hear what she would have to say to his further comments. Behind her, Mance noticed how her tail swished, perhaps in a contemplative manner.

"We may have to discuss this with the others," he commented now. While he had faith in her, he didn't want to risk her getting injured, not with all the confusion, "But you are right, humans seem to be the middle of this. And, even better, unlike werewolves, they don't have the ability to heal." It made the stakes higher for the humans to give up answers, after all, to Mance and the rest of the pride, they were rather disposable of. They'd just have to figure out which humans to get to, or he supposed, a beta could always be grabbed. A small laugh did escape him though as he got up, "Of course it is, humans should stay in their own world and boundaries," although even as he said that, Mance felt as if that line would be dwindling soon. He was growing tired of them, and they spawned hunters and even witches if they were not careful. Although, the shifter wasn't entirely certain that the thought sparked any form of worry, even when humanoids had their aid, it is always the beast who proved to be stronger in the end.

Amber eyes watched as Nikki rose as well, watching the rippling effect of her lean muscles working together under that thick coat of fur and skin. He could not help but to admire her and didn't hide the obvious. There was twitch at his maw, something close to a smile, "Why, just give them something to think about. That rabid dogs aren't the only thing that they need to worry about, and that wolfsbane isn't the only thing a werewolf needs to fear. I have to say, they must be growing tired of holding onto their throne here." Mance was about to start walking when his mate moved around him, a light purr escaping her. Once again, he found his gaze locking on her and her rather distracting beauty. But he managed to move forward now, if only to bump into Nikki and nuzzle her again, "You know," he said with a purr now, "We don't have to go back to the others right away."

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Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet
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Sticks and stones
May break my bones

Nikki reveled in the feel of warm fur against her own, feeling how Mance leaned heavily into her, nestling as though they weren’t beside a dead corpse, but back with their pack, sharing body heat and comfort with one another. "I suppose you are right, red looks horrible on orange." She chuffed an amused laugh, and licked his cheek. ”For your information, in any other circumstance, red goes well with orange, such as with fall colors. But in this instance it doesn’t. Not with my favorite shade of orange.” Which was, without saying, the color of Mance’s fur. Call her sentimental, but she loved the fierce orange and black he sported, it suited him, and if anything, became him even more as well, along with everything else. She couldn’t help but think on how much of her life she’d spent alone, without a pride, a mate, someplace to call home, and then, within years of meeting Mance, she had all of those…well, all of them except one. It still prickled at her, but she wasn’t going to bring it up, not so soon. She knew Mance was weary of the idea, and so she respected his wishes for the most part and didn’t bring it up. That didn’t stop her from wanting though. For the moment, however, she resolved to keep that out of her mind, and focus on the task at hand.

"We may have to discuss this with the others," He commented, and she dipped her head, her eyes glittering with understanding and respect of his decision. "But you are right, humans seem to be the middle of this. And, even better, unlike werewolves, they don't have the ability to heal." Mance added, and she nodded, her expression approving as her tail paused to curl about her paws, and then began swishing, this time more of an absent action than anything, her concentration fading as she knew the most intense parts of the topic had passed. "Of course it is, humans should stay in their own world and boundaries," Nikki huffed in agreement. ”They would do well with learning a few lessons. Not that they last long in those small brains of theirs.” She huffed, shaking her head, before shifting her forepaws slightly, digging her claws into the soft dirt before retracting them once more, and rising to her paws, stretching out in one lithe motion before looking to her Alpha. She didn’t miss how he admired her, and while she preened slightly beneath the attention, she didn’t let it go to her head. She knew her place and wouldn’t be so foolish as to forget.

"Why, just give them something to think about. That rabid dogs aren't the only thing that they need to worry about, and that wolfsbane isn't the only thing a werewolf needs to fear. I have to say, they must be growing tired of holding onto their throne here." He said, hints of a smile about his maw before she smiled herself and moved to wind around him, purring lightly. ”I should think so. After all, they’ve grown lazy in their position of dominance, one they had no business having in the first place. I say we take it from beneath them.” She purred, gaze filled with wickedly sharp intelligence, even as her gaze locked with his. He moved forward, only to bump into her and nuzzle her again, a louder purr emerging at his touch. "You know," He said with a purr, "We don't have to go back to the others right away." Her gaze was sly as she brushed her cheek against his, meeting his gaze evenly. ”No, we don’t. In fact, they probably won’t be expecting us for some time yet.” She added onto his words, her own tone lilting with amusement, eyes gleaming as she pressed against him.

NOTES :: Ohohoh~ >;D
MUSIC :: Miss Jackson - Panic! At the Disco
WORDS :: 639
TAGS :: Mance;

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