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- No wolf emerged from the shadows to greet her. No answering call. Well of course, Victorie had not expected them to. A stranger, whether a Loner or Pangaea wolf, in Salem territory was dangerous business. There were only two options — getting severely injured or getting killed. No way of escape. Because if it were the former, Victorie wouldn't let them go so easily. If it were the latter however, neither the Lead Assassin nor Beta would leave such a prize to the vultures. At the thought of more Loner blood staining her claws, her orbs adopted an almost... Predatory light to them. The Alpha was kind enough to leave them to her; for it was a well known fact in the pack that Victorie's efficiency in eliminating the pesky mutts was impeccable.
The scent of death was palpable in the air, choking, suffocating, thick with malice. Someone had let a Guardian off or murdered one, and someone was going to make Alpha Akela really, really mad. No, forget about mad. He was going to be more furious than ever before. The ceasefire had been disregarded by many Demons and Guardians alike. Both sides weren't afraid to play dirty to tip the scales, whether the other party liked it or not. And despite her distaste for the war, Victorie wanted to do all she could for Salem. Vengeance burned in her golden orbs, making them seem even brighter and more piercing beneath the early morning light. One Guardian wolf for every Salem wolf, if the Alpha would permit it. A life for a life. She gazed out deeper into the Pack's domain, wondering who the unlucky victims of the Alpha's fiery wrath were. She hoped it wasn't Adryan or Aerix, who were one of the most likeable wolves in Salem in her opinion, but that itself was highly unlikely seeing that both were productive and disciplined.
The svelte fae swung the rabbit, almost tauntingly, at the Loner. It wasn't exactly in Victorie's nature, but she had a special place in her black list reserved especially for thieving Loners. Many Loners far and wide knew of Victorie's icy wrath, and it was to their misfortune that they came across the Lead Huntress. She would squeeze the life out of them, one by one, then go for their brothers and sisters just for the fun of it. Because no one, absolutely no one, could rob Salem and make it out alive. The moist earth beneath her paws cradled her lithe frame as she sharply kicked the carcass away. Waste of my breath, she thought bitterly. I swear, Salem lures Loners like a swarm of flies picking upon a dead creature. It's ridiculous... And ironic in a sense. One would have thought they would target a soft pack like the Guardians.
There was a noisy rustle of bushes, and Victorie flicked up a ear, keen gold eyes narrowed. Her paws shifted slightly on the lush grass, feeling the moisture pressed into her pads as she angled her elegant head round to face a familiar black brute. Dracul. A trusted Assassin and friend of hers. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she allowed a small ghost of a smile curve her maw at his words, her golden irises clashing with the more penetrating ones. "To think I thought another Loner was coming," she said, slightly good-humouredly. At his words, she held back a huff of disgust. "A dead Loner is of no consequence to Salem," she replied coldly, casting an evil eye down at the limp body. "Let them rot in Hell."
Yet another rustle. This time, Victorie could instantly recognise the scent, that being of a wolf whose company she thoroughly enjoyed. "You would have thought they would choose Pangaea to pick off from — that pack would welcome any Loner for all they're worth." At Aerix's next sentence, the fur at the back of Victorie's neck rose rather in excitement. She nodded once.
Salem needed them.
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- gender; fae xranking; lead huntress of salem xvoice; think angelina jolie xscent; jasmines and sandalwood xlocation; salem camp xtagged; aerix,
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