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She perused the forest, silver limbs carefully navigating the tangled vines and roots. The distant sounds of predators rung in her ears, but she paid it no mind. She was still ensuring whether or not this place was worthy of her children, that she could raise them right here. Nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of the forest. This place had a slightly more jungle feel to it, as opposed to the tall pines she had previously seen. It seemed much had happened in these lands, packs already struggling to remain afloat. But this was ivory tyrant and her son that she was thinking about, failure was not in their blood. Secretly she longed to see one of them rule, to see just what the Elysius blood had to offer when they flourished. It was unfortunate that seemed wherever they went, the lands could not support such supremacy, everyone saw them as a threat.
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It was not such an unfamiliar feeling. Wolves had banged down her door and flooded her home simply to rid themselves of the excitement she brought to their pitiful lives. So far she could not say differently for this land, but how did the saying go? Don't just a book by its cover. It was simple to do when the tyrant had been the first wolf she encountered outside of her family, and if the tyrant called this place home, then surely the Queen could do the same. Perhaps she would take a crown once more, ensure her children a safe place to live, but she was not so interested in the politics of running a pack, or the effort was the required to maintain relationships. All she craved was power. 
 
<p>"<font color="#d71c7d">Burn Baby Burn</font>"
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The lands here were a labyrinth of vines and roots. The towering trees were wrapped up like babes in their mothers arms as the vines hugged and pulled at their massive branches. The heat seemed to thrive in this particular region. The distant sound of skulking cats and claws marking trees was something he was all too aware off. Flight seemed impossible in this particular area and a little sense of worry wiggled its way into his chest. He was strong and fit to attempt to outrun a number of predators but this area was difficult for a quick escape. However, even with the worry the idea was simply thrilling. Something had pulled him towards the labyrinth of vines and he wondered if Karmein had a hand in his curiosity. Perhaps this area made him feel closer to the earthen god and he silently thanked her for creating such an unusual but beautiful area.
 
His golden wings were parted against his crème frame. Their golden glow seemed to give him an angelic appearance as the darkness from the trees shadows seemed eager to touch him but the light never allowed them to soil his beauty. His three tails danced happily behind him, pulling at his beautiful tail feathers whose fire red eyes burned with their glow. He looked like wolf dressed in the skin of a fallen phoenix with striking sterling eyes. His long ears twitched to the soft sound of wolf paws and he allowed his breath taking smile to emerge across his lips. It was another 
 
He followed the sweet aroma of female and carefully navigated golden paws. The deep red/orange feathers over his chest had puffed out for a moment and then relaxed as he prayed he didn’t sprain an ankle or worse break a leg following her. He wondered why she had ventured into the jungle like area. Was she a thrill seeker like him? The thought of danger lingering around every corner was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. 
 
Soon enough he watched the alabaster backside sway as the snow like wolf wandered easily enough over the fallen vines. He quickened his approach, allowing his paws to create noise to alert her of his presence, and called out. “Good Day My lady.” He said in a joyous greeting. He was aware that not every wolf was happy or sweet but why not kill the world with kindness before assuming they were unfriendly.
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A deep voice filled her ears, halting her journey and causing her neck to crane, coral gems peering over her shoulder at the stranger who dared follow her. His paws scrunched noisily against the forest floor, a subtle promise that he was not intending to sneak up on her. A thing for him in the long run, it meant that for now she didn't have to make a chew toy out of his face. <i>My lady</i>. Lips tipped up in a smirk. She was anything but a lady. "<font color="#d71c7d">Hello.</font>" She purred, claws unsheathing a digging into the forest floor. She may no move to turn and fully face him as she not entirely sure he was worth her time just yet. 
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Her gaze raked him ruthlessly, soaking in his features. Golds and creams gave way to reds and oranges. Wings sprouted from his shoulders, feathers adorning his figure. He was ever so slightly smaller than herself, though he was intriguing to look at him. In the soft rays that peeked through the heavy trees, he could almost pass for an angel. She nearly scoffed at the idea. Would the gods truly send her an angel? No, she had no use for such peaceful creatures, she needed demons. Judging from his happy lyrics, he was definitely the later, though what a perfect wolf in sheep clothing he would be. However, that would depend entirely on his capabilities. Triangular ears tipped towards him, hungrily searching for his next words because she offered none. Her expression was expectant, waiting for him to perform some trick that might keep her presence a little longer.
 
<p>"<font color="#d71c7d">Burn Baby Burn</font>"
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