[Open] Walking the Line [Agag]

[bratterratt]

<sub>It was late. The sun was nearing the end of it's setting period, the quickly graying sky still faintly streaked with the neon colors of the sunset; red, orange, and pink. Darkness creeped like a stealthy cat, wisping through the trees, weaving itself in each nook and cranny.The forest was no longer a flurry of motion, as it was during the day light hours. Instead, all creatures seemed to have nested down for bed, including the members of the Eastern pack. All, that is, except one.

Agag's ebony paws settled silently on the hard packed forest floor with each step, then lifted again to reach forward once more. The wolf's red coat rustled as he moved, his jet mane hanging over his shoulders. The thin metal chain hanging around his neck jingled softly at the movement, an almost eerie sound in the quiet forest. A soft breeze stirred the leaves up ahead and ruffled the thick fur around Agag's throat and chest.

The male moved at a slow pace, but each step was placed purposefully. His red tail that tapered off to a cremello shade swung behind him, not a wag, but movement caused by the placement of each lengthy hind leg. The Maned wolf's coal black eyes looked straight ahead, not focusing on his surroundings, or even what he faced, but merely at the darkness that encompassed him. Though it was the summer season, this evening was a cool one, that chilled to the bone. Agag's thick auburn pelt shielded him against the still biting cold, not brought on by wind, but merely the air.

Though to a bystander, Agag would have appeared alone, this was not the case. At least, not in the male's mind. His constant companion followed him everywhere, something of an addition to him, but it was something quite different than he.

"The pack is asleep. Now you could kill him," -the voice whispered, inviting in its suggestion. Agag continued to move at the continuous walk, posture unchanging.

"He will live to see another day."

Agag's reply was simple, but only half-hearted. What his companion suggested was true. It would be so simple, especially for the Maned wolf. This brought thoughts of the past, of his previous occupation amongst a clan that had lived in the edges of the outlands. Ah, yes. Agag was a skilled assassin. There was pride to be taken in that work. It was almost a pity he had taken the Alpha's life so soon. Agag had quite enjoyed his rank.

The thoughts brought a slight, sadistic smirk to the red-pelted wolf's lips, the ivory tips of his fangs revealing themselves. The pure chaos from that kill had been most delightful. Leaving the pack Alpha-less had resulted in something of a killing spree throughout the clan. Numerous males fought to the death for that rank, and even some power-hungry females. By the end of the day, the number of bloody corpses littering the ground had nearly exceeded the deaths Agag had taken himself. Quite an accomplishment.

"And it can happen again," -the voice pointed out, drawling as if it was nothing more than a wisp of fog or mist. Agag's smirk widened.

"And it will, my friend. Oh, it will."</sub>

[trenton]

You Can't Deny Me;;

Russet slunk through the forest, her graceful body crouched closely to the ground. Night settled in, a nocturnal blanket thrown on the forest when the sun disappeared under the horizon. She was careful to place her dainty white paws on the forest floor, as oppose to crunchy old autumn leaves, to keep the near silence unbroken. Crickets started to chirp, and to Russet this was the sure sign that it was night.

She was now near the border of the Tenton and Targe forests, on the Targe side of course. She didn't dare get closer and provoke the border, she loved a good fight but she knew her pack - and alpha - didn't quite feel the same way. She crept into a patch of bushes, the darkness of night and the leaves shielding her lustrous tawny fur from the world well. Her majestic figure lay among the roots, her front two paws crossed elegantly.

Russets bright yellow cat eyes peered into the forest, her nose inhaling the scents of everything around her. A strong smell hit her, Eastern pack wolf. She flicked her ears. It was quite unusual to find an eastern pack wolf awake at this late time. An event worthy of celebration! She rose to her paws, strolled out of the bushes, and shook the leaves from her handsome pelt. She scented the air once more, trying to locate the wolf she had so recently smelled. She found the scent trail, and instinctively knew the wolf was male. She didn't recognize it from the eastern males she had encountered, which was alright. Fresh blood excited her.

She jumped onto a boulder overlooking the forest she knew the other wolf was concealed in. She was a good 15 feet from the border, a safe enough distance to not get any accusations. She lay down and crossed her front paws once more, her usual perch. She waited for her scent to flood across the border, and hopefully send the other wolf curiously in her direction. Of course, if she needed to, she would initiate an encounter.

[bratterratt]

<sub>And then, night was here. A thick blanket of darkness cloaked the forest, but lucky for Agag, he was a wolf and his eyes adjusted to the lack of light within mere moments. Through the shadows, the maned wolf continued his pace the same as before, a long strided walk. Up above, a nearly full moon appeared from beneath the clouds, the sky speckled with millions of stars, pinpoints against the black canopy. The single diamond stud in Agag's left ear glinted from the moonlight, though the rest of his body was hardly visible as more than just a vague outline. On occasion, the way he moved caused his red pelt to catch the starlight above, resulting in a bloody hue cast through the darkness. To another, his appearance would be almost horrific, paired with the ever eerie jingling of his chain pennant hung around his throat.

This was how it had been for him in the past. A shadow in the night. A bringer of death. A skilled murderer. To some, their opinion of him would be worthy of death. Perhaps that was what he deserved. Eventually, he would receive that fate. And then he would burn.

Moving ever silently, a scent drifted to Agag's nostrils, filling his senses; it was strong. Immediately, the maned wolf was able to define it. Western Pack wolf, female... and close. The smirk that had presented itself to the male's mouth made yet another appearance. A stranger? The thrill of it and a sudden thirst for blood shivered through the wolf's mind.

"Kill her."

The voice whispered it's two favorite words, an almost irresistible invitation. It was as if he had been taken back to the past, when he had been given assignments such as these. And, if he chose to make a kill such as this, it would no doubt end with much amusement. The murder of a pack member would enrage the Western Packs, causing them, if Agag was lucky, to rise against the Eastern Pack in battle. The two would be so evenly matched, it would result in quite a fight. And all because he made a single kill. Oh, how good it sounded. Perhaps he could let himself. He had only been with the Eastern Pack for a few months' time, but maybe it was time to move on? And leave his ever present signature behind. In the blood of another wolf.

Smirk continuously present upon his lips, Agag padded forward, following the bold scent as one might follow a well marked road. This wolf was not trying to hide from him. Or maybe she was simply being reckless because she believed herself to be alone. Either way, she was practically waiting for him to find her.

Now Agag moved with renewed interest. This female, she opened up new possibilities for him. Great opportunities. The male's smirk widened yet again. Oh, this was just fantastic. The voice inside his head, though silent, was pleased. How Agag could sense it's emotions, he knew not. But he could. Just his own little piece of insanity in a world that was much too sane.

It wasn't long before he find her. And there she was, lying just off the border, paws crossed. So. She was waiting for him. Agag approached leisurely, no longer sticking to the shadows. What would be the fun in that. With the evening light cast by the heavenly bodies above shimmering off each individual auburn strand of his red coat, Agag drew near, sitting a mere few inches from the border. It wasn't a visual line, but merely scent markings, placed by two Alphas. However, it might as well have been a wall, for it worked as well as one.

Haunches downward in a sit, Agag peered at the female, his coal eyes a flat shade of midnight. His triangle ears faced forward to the female, his attention on her and her alone.

"Kill her!" -the voice inside his mind screamed, exploding within his head. For a fraction of a second, the maned wolf felt as if sharp claws were drug across his brain, fighting to get out. However, instead of bending to the wishes of the creature within him, Agag practiced patience and made the first move to speak.

"Hello, stranger."</sub>

[Ooc: Sorry if I got a little carried away with the length. I love rping Agag!]

[trenton]

You Can't Deny Me;;

Russets cat yellow eyes peered through the darkness, even in this dim moonlight she could see almost perfectly. The outline of the trees, a flicker of movement in the bushes, the smell of everything. Even though it was dark, these clues gave her a reliable idea of the location of everything around her.

The darkness of the forest opened, and from it a red maned wolf appeared. He was quite tall, mostly legs. He wasn't very long though. Russet could automatically tell that this wolf was built for speed, not very agile, and less than average strength. She knew that her massive solid build could take any swipe he threw at her.

She blinked, the first movement she made since the bloody red wolf appeared, his dark charcoal eyes focused on her. She let out a soft dainty sigh. Normally she would greet the stranger with a cold and humorous (to her) response. But something was different about this wolf, she could tell from the eerie air about him.

"Whatre you up to?" Russet replied, her charmed voice moving smoothly through the air.

[bratterratt]

<sub>The casual question. The confident air. It all seemed darkly humorous to the wolf inquired of. Of course, Agag didn't know the female personally; she was, after all, a Western pack wolf. But he was able to pick up temperament hints easily, especially from a wolf so easy to read as the female lying before him. The coat she bore was exotic, the fact was true. It was not usual to see a canine creature with the cat-like stripes and odd coloring. However, Agag had seen more than his fair share of oddities among the Uuma species. The Eastern Pack leader, his "Alpha", Thor, was far from average in appearance.

The stranger female seemed almost, haughty. Perhaps vain was a good word to use as well, though of course, Agag could not be sure as of yet. But the way she presented herself, paws crossed, farse voice, the male had a worthy enough idea. Well, if anything concerning Agag could be considered worthy. No, perhaps he was not a righteous wolf and he never would be, but the male reveled in this dark victory. With his past, there were few worse than he. And the families who had felt his signature would most readily agree.

The way the female's eyes moved over Agag, he realized she was sizing him up, adding to her own confidence. Well, if that made her feel better, then he supposed, it would do no harm for her to do so. Finishing, she seemed satisfied with what she had seen. The female before him was of a very average build for a she-wolf. Her strong point seemed to be variation. She wasn't tall, nor short; thin, nor fat. She wasn't exceptionally bulky or broad. In fact, besides her unusual pelt, nothing much distinguished her appearance. But what did she see in Agag? The corner of the Maned wolf's lips turned up in a slight expression, perhaps defined as something of a smirk.

Was she like the others he had met? Did she see lanky legs, a sharply featured face, and a red coat? No doubt that is what she saw. But did she miss his thick hind quarters, dressed with well developed muscles, brought on by excess speed? Or the broad, strong shoulders that lay beneath his thick, veiling mane? Or perhaps the almost invisible battle scars that drew lines in his coat from his previous occupation? Ah. She had. Well, perhaps that was for the better. It had always aided him in the past, just another part to his deceiving nature.

Shifting in position slightly, though still placed on his haunches in a sit, the metal chain draped around Agag's neck jingled slightly, creating a sound that almost echoed through the trees. The diamond stud in his ear caught the moonlight again, glinting off of the jeweled piece. Coal eyes locking on those of the female before him, the voice in Agag's head lost it's silence once more.

"Kill her."

So unoriginal.

Moving his pallid pink tongue inside his mouth, Agag spoke in reply. His voice was deep and came from far within his throat. It was not a rumble, but infact, rather smooth, like a ripple across a watery surface. It was well matured and befit a male of his age. It was the perfect voice for spreading a lie.

"The same could be asked of you."</sub>