In was the first time since I could remember that I was alone. My silver and red streaked eyes scanned the terrain with deadly silence. The win blew through my blue black coat with whisper soft gentleness. Datenshi had to do what he always did, following the winds to wherever they took him. I didn't feel like following this time, and had begged to go wandering on my own. Well...Not so much as beg. The voices that I always heard were silent for once, a great pleasure that I indulged in. For once, the voices were at peace with one another, not having to use me to silence them. I smile faintly as I trot on, until finally I rind myself at the canyon. The sky above me is dark with storm clouds and the first few drops of rain begin to fall staining the earth. I continue forth, until stopping myself at the edge of the canyon wall. I scan the terrain with more then mere fascination. Never had I seen such a beautiful place. The rain only added to its unnatural beauty, It gave the place in ethereal quality, the mist leaving it in a blanket. It was just so beautiful, so breath taking. I feel as if I can fly, that I could sprout wings and just jump. That was what I wished to do, but then my brother would be left alone in this beautiful place. He would feel lost, just as I would if he left me. The world was filled with hatred, something I had learned long ago. Even though a place is unnaturally beautiful, that didn't mean that the people in it were just as beautiful and kind. Not that nature was kind mind you, it was actually quite fierce and could at any time strike and take you down with it.

In the distance I heard the sounds of birdsc, confusing since most birds migrated. Interesting....Maybe later I will go investigate. I had yet to meet others from here. I lived a very isolated life, especially since I never really spoke. Its not like I couldn't speak, I can honestly. But I actually like to watch others at they speak, barter, trade and all the other things that they do when they have to use words. Its all quite interesting if you think about it. Its like reading body language is a long lost art that I am trying to bring back. These days wolves relied on words and words alone to get a point across. Sure they use their tails, but thats about it. No one notices the clenching of muscles, the way eyes shift as they lie. They also are deaf. Not literally, they can hear the words that are spoken, but they can't hear the words. Not like I can. All animals these days heard were the words themselves, not how they were being said or in what manner, tone, everything. How about an example to show you what I mean? We'll use my brother, Datenshi, as an example. Say another wolf is threatening him, begging for a fight. He says to the wolf "It is not my wish to fight another such as yourself." Although to you it may sound as if hes trying to avoid the fight, you watch his body language. Every muscle is tense, alert. His ears swivel, looking for any other lurking rivals. His voice is soft, so you think that hes meek. What you don't hear is the under lying vibration of warning, the wariness that he adds. I do, I hear it all. And I can do it with anyone.

Do you see what I mean? No others that I found read like I do. No others can detect a lie like I can. ITs not very hard to learn, I mean, I taught myself in three years. The pack had been frightened of me, saying I just wasn't right because I heard things. I always thought it was the dead talking to me, but who knows. I might just be schizophrenic. Now wouldn't that be hilarious? I'm a schizophrenic body reader with an overly protective brother that is twice my size. Cute, huh? Although, I can't really complain. I've had a great life. Up until now that is. Datenshi and I had fled to the valley in hopes of escaping who we were. If it was a good choice or bad, we shall soon see.

The rain was pouring down now, leaving the earth drenched. My blue black coat was molded firmly to my body, making me look thinner then ever, but I honestly didn't care. I wasn't out to impress anyone, especially males. I mean, think about it. Who would want a mate that never spoke, was beyond petite weighing in at sixty pounds, and was extremely loyal to no one except her brother? I had yet to meet any, but who knows. Maybe since I was in a new place, far from my original home, the wolves would be different. Maybe they would accept me for who I was because I'm not going to change. I would never change who I was just because someone didn't like me. It was stupid and beyond childish. Softly I sigh, my expressive sadness showing in my eyes. Even thought it didn't seem like it, I was as bad as they came. I could lie, and if need be, act my butt off so that no one would recognize who I was, or what I was, but it was at these times that I let myself go. I could be whatever I wanted to be when I was all alone, when there was no one around watching my every move. So judgemental, wolves were. A sign of tears, and your forever branded weak.

I was used to the snide remarks, the lowered voices. How when I joined a group of wolves speaking, they all went deadly silent as if I could do voodoo on them. Oh, that Mahotsukia, you have to stay away from her. Shes crazy, she'll kill you in your sleep. She'll strip your bones clean, and place them in a circle around herself while she places a curse on your entire family. I mean, yeah I'm a bad wolf and all but I'm not that bad. And I was just like everyone else, I needed others company to keep me sane. But all I had now was Datenshi, who never failed to love me. Maybe it was the curse of my name, being called Mahotsukia. The Sorceress. I couldn't let anyone know about the voices, I couldn't stand the silence or everyones judgmental stares. I could hide that much, at least I hope I can. I don't want everyone hiding from me in fear, not again. I want them to love me. I want them to love me, for me. The winds pick up, the rain pelting both me and the earth with renewed force. I still sit as if I am a statue, never wavering in my wanted silence. Its all quiet, except for the howling wind and the pounding of my rapid heart. Tears form in my eyes as I continue to stare. With the same silence, the tears fall slowly down my cheeks to blend with the raging rain. The wind is dying down, but the rain doesn't let up. A choked sob escapes my black lips. I was like the wind, ever changing and when around nobody wanted me. Bleakly I continue to stare as night begins to fall. In a soft voice, slightly crack from misuse I say I wish somebody would love me. I know Datenshi loves me, and that he always would but now even my brothers low was not enough. I wanted more, so much more....

Although Sorceress I may be
You don't know what sort of chore this is for me
I'm trapped in this body
Unable to bne let free
But see, I need the pour of four
So now, I need three more.

MAHOTSUKIA

A single ear swiveled to catch the dark faery's words, its mate laying limp beside it. An old wound, long past paining its owner, had robbed the silken hark of its use, and now its match must work double time to accomodate the loss.

The alabaster male had come with the wind at his favor, padding silently from behind as he eyed this new female curiously with mahogany orbs. A black speckling lit his face as though he were of a sweet and gentle nature, though he was not. No, that was his pitiful son, his own ghostly doppleganger. Shaman was one of the dark ones, one with the demons inside, but there was one paramount characteristic that crowned his evil, made him nigh unto unstoppable: he understood goodness.

He knew how ridiculously easy it could be to manipulate the sweet-souled with a heart-felt sob story and a saddened soul. The light males always felt a kindred spirit, the females a sense of sorrow and wanting to make the horrible life into a happy ending. He knew this because, many summers ago, he himself had been light, and had fallen for this trick. His drop had left him in the darkness, and it had invaded his soul until there was nothing but a void.

And so it was with a sympathizing smile that he stepped to her side, voice soft and gentle, almost fatherly, but pretending that he hadn't heard her final words. A young thing like yourself oughtn't to be abroad alone on so wet and chilly a morn, milady. K'yah lechere. You must tell me what thought weighs so heavy on your mind that you cannot be disturbed to seek shelter for such a pretty head.

Black auds swiveled towards the sound of another, and immediatly my blue toned bodice tightened. I turned towards the male, silence taking over again. I gaze across his alabastor body, taking in his damaged ear and his supposed nonchalant manner. Scowling I shake my head and turn back towards the valley, the beauty of it consuming me once more. He was holding something back, I could see it. The glint in his eyes, it wasn't that of kindness. The silence seemed to surround me like a cloak, and one that I took great comfort in. It was like a shield that I put up and around myself so that everyone stayed away, so that I wouldn't have to feel them. My left ear swiveled back as I heard a whisper And to the moon she sighed, Why don't you love me? and to this the moon replied Because you've proven me nothing. And to this she said For you I take my life as I leap so up high to be with you forever and always. Eyes of shadowed darkness, she leapt over the canyon the feel of wind rushing through her ears and - Stop! So very rare that I should speak in front of a stranger, but when I could hear how others took their lives, how they wanted to pledge themselves to another for heart break, it was horrible. I couldn't stand it. Instead of the voices stopping, many more joined in all surrounding me. My dark scowl deepened. If it branded me weak, and femine then so be it but I couldn't handle the pressures of having the dead speak to me if it was indeed the dead. If not then hell, I'm pretty damn schizophrenic. All the voices change, no matter what until I find a way to help them. The wind was still now, and with it the voices died. I turned silver red eyes to the male, glaring at him heatedly, the message of my body clear. Leave now, before all Hell breaks loose

Her unfriendly glance did not deter him in the least, nor did he step away. He watched as she conversed with the moon, for he had become one very accustomed to reading the feelings of others. Oh, he could not divine the words that traveled between the Sky's Orb and this fae, but he could tell it was a topic that saddened her very much.

His stupid son had also inherited this ability, though he used in a different way than Shaman himself usually did. Darkeyes used it to make others happy, to comfort them. Shaman was more likely to use it to bring about their doom.

But her sudden cry of "stop" caught his attention, and he decided that perhaps part of her doom was already upon her. The mere thought of that startled something real into his eyes, and it was genuine concern mingled with curiousity. The wind fingered the snowy coat and lifted it, playing with the ends as he studied her.

Her eyes met his for a spare moment, and he read the message as clearly as if she had spoken aloud, though she had not. His soft voice raised again, the dark brown eyes gazing straight at her as he replied, aloud, to her words. Ah, milady... but I am so fond of Hell.

My gaze grew darker as the storm within rose up to greet the rage of the thousand wolves within me but still I did not speak. It was not I who conversed with the moon but....The others. No one understood them like I did. My brother tried but...Well he kinda fell short on that end. Aye, my doom was upon me but it always had been. Dark hatred welled up inside of me, to gather more of the storm and fury of the thousand others that dwelled in my soul until all I could hear was one defiant roar. It was enough to consume a lighter wolf, but not I. Never I, for I was well used to the feeling of so many others in my head all raging, all screaming for release. Many found me weak, for I was of slight size but thats ok. They didn't know what I could do, what I had seen. What I have done. But they would soon, just as this one would. Turning my dark gaze back to him, I stare hard into his eyes unafraid of him as many others of my size would be. He was just another wolven to me, another liar. Shifting my body slightly as I lay down, a soft yet bitter laughter escapes me. It sounds beautiful, but sometimes beauty wasn't what you wanted to look at but what was on the inside. I had seen some of the most beautiful wolves be the most dangerous and prickly as others with thorns that leapt off them that only I could see. IT was like barbed wire, interesting and intricate but deadly. Hell is only for those who can handle it, child. I spoke my eyes still glaring hard at the male. A sinister smirk crosses my maw as I turn away once more and stare over the canyon. He knows, in a way he knows of the Curse.

And the voices they all whisper, to the deepest pits of Hell shall you be sent.

He watched her as the wind began to rise, almost as if the storm within her was leaking through to the outside. He could usually read body language very well, and it was almost a kind of mind reading. It was an ability his son had inherited, though he did not use it to the extent that his father did. He had seen his share of death and doom, and caused it. But this fae intrigued him, for she had not yet spoken a word aloud. He could read her eyes easily, but never yet had she made use of her voice.

His eyes met hers yet again, and read her words like a book. But this time, instead of speaking aloud, he used his own eyes to say Children are mortal, dear. Being a demon, I have never been mortal.

Blood borne,
Blood bought,
Blood price,
Blood bath....

The worst debts are paid in blood money.

Blood Run...

Silver red eyes widened slightly. He....understood No one had ever been able to read me, not even my brother. He had learned to judge my face, thats it but never ever had he communicated as Shaman was doing. Brief excitement went shooting through my system. Communcation without speaking, a gift that only this one could know, but he had a son? Well....Yes! Eyes turned to him, the shadowed storm growing darker and more fierce as the wind began biting through my soaking coat that I had yet to shake. Eyes on his I relayed yet another message A demon huh? I see no demon, but just another wanna be. There were many of them around, wolves claiming they were the biggest baddest wolves around but all I had seen was a bunch of regulars trying to make it in an ever changing world that none of us could really understand. The storm above grew further and further and rain began falling once more. I could hear the pounding streams as they hit, the sounds of birds. Wait...Birds! Maybe he would know why the birds were still here. Turning my gaze back to his I say Why are they not gone? Where we come from, the birds flee at the first falling of snow yet here, they sing as if it does not bother them. How is that so? It actually puzzled me, and I didn't like that little fact. Despite my wisdom, I was quite young and a very very curious wolfess. I shouldn't be, but I couldn't help it. Why do you think I don't speak? So they I could hear the raging voices? God I hated those....As much as I hated to admit it, the dead and long gone scared the hell out of me. But no one, no one was ever going to know that. Not even some washed up bastard like this one.

The wind sings doom
For monsters like you
The voices just Croon
But their lives are just not a few
This is the night of doom....
And I am the ancient sorceress

MAHOTSUKIA

He gazed at her evenly, watching her thoughts chase through her eyes like so many pups, smiling softly in that way that he once had in happier days. He let her eye-phrased insult pass over him like wind, for it was meaningless to him. But then the silver red eyes met his again, and he replied in kind. Our winters are softer here, and these birds are of the hardy nature. Here, they are mostly safe from the large felines that hunt their kind, and they are strong enough to survive the deep freezes.

And he saw more chase over her face, but did not respond to those things. A kind of disgust, mixed with a mild curiousity and a... sense of dread? No, surely he was imagining that. He shook his head a little, and spoke another message. You wonder how I can understand you, don't you. Well... I have children who are the same way...

I take in the information, as if absorbing it. A faint smile crosses my lips and I turn silver red gaze to him Its so pretty here.... When he spoke of a child, further excitement seemed to curl inside of me and clench my stomach like a vise. You mean theres more? There are others like me? He knew I could use my voice, he had heard me. I know he had when I had told the voices to silence themselvs, but it couldn't be helped. Hell, nothing I did could honestly be helped. My brother tries, but he can't understand. I feel like I let him down. I shrug. But, its his problem that he can't cope, not mine. Repeatedly I would tear my gaze from him to the Canyon and back. The beautiful to the....Monster. I could see it lurking inside of him, that coiling snake that was ready to strike at any given moment searchng for a weakness. Well I sure as well wasn't going to show him one so he may as well get that pretty little thought outta his brain now....

He watched the words and thoughts play across her face, and let his mouth open in a soft chuckle. Well... perhaps like you in this ability to speak between minds... but not like you in that my son is one of the most pitiful do-good know-it-alls I have ever had the misfortune to know. My daughter, I understand, is dead. She's finally done something useful with herself. But both of them were two of the most insufferably sweet wolves I have ever known. You... you are not that way. You cannot be, for I see that you know I am dark... and yet you have neither attacked me or run away.

And he smiled, and it made him look almost charming, if you did not know that... a monster, in her own terms...lurked behind it. She needn't fear, though. In the same way she found him interesting, he found her fascinating. Other than his own children, he had never met one like himself who could speak with such words. The coiling snake she saw was only for those foolish enough to get in his way...

Silence. All around her, it seemed to lurk but it was something she could handle. Yin hadn't seen her two toned brother in quite some time, and not surprisingly it didn't bother the blue black huntress. She moved with deadly grace, and a silent intent lurked in her eyes. She saw an old friend, Shaman and a dark smile lit up her equally dark lips. She came forth and brushed against the male slightly then murmered to him "Whose your friend, darling?" Yins eyes locked onto Mahotsukias and her dark smile grew wider, one that would send the very shadows shrinking back in fear. She was the deadly Yin, with the power of hatred that would kill a weaker form. Although she did not have the abilities of these two to speak with her mind she could read Mahotsukias body language and knew that the other vixen was of no threat. Unlike Shaman she wasn't so in control, only putting a slight cover over her dark abilities. She was a force that everyone hid from, including her very own siblings.

A familiar voice shattered the silence, and he turned to see his sneaky, alluring friend, Yin. He spoke a message to Mahotsukia, saying, Easy, she's a friend before replying to the sly vixen. Well, I'd not thought to see you again so soon, angel. And he leaned into her caress, grinning. The last time he had caressed her in this way, it had been entertaining to watch her brother squirm... Having... fun? And the tenor of the words twisted the last syllable to bring to mind dark and bleeding things, of shrieks in the night and moans.

My friend?... and he trailed off, suddenly realizing that she hadn't spoken her name, nor he his. Well... I'm not really sure. We haven't really exchanged proper greetings yet. And he let a smirk grow on his face, for he and Yin had once had great fun together, and he was remembering.

My eyes wander to this new vixen, and immediatly my dark body tenses. Shes not like us....But shes....more. I can see it in the way she moves, like she knows something we don't and in a way it scares me but not the same way others would think. No, she scares me in the way that she can read what I'm doing, but not the same as this male. My gaze holds her for a moment before I turn silver red eyes back to the male. I'm about to speak when suddenly another voice erupts Mahotsukia! I flinch inwardly. Well, so much for peace. I scowl darkly as I turn to see my large black brother coming forth. I nod to him and ignore his dark gaze. He flashes a look to the other two, and I say to Shaman My brother. Datenshi. I look to the massive male that is now standing next to my much smaller frame and a soft sigh of exasperation escapes me. Just for one day, I want to know what its like to be free. To not have my dark brother following my every move. Datenshi, this is...Some...Friends. I see his look of confusion, but its only brief and I again sigh, this time in agitation. He had never been able to speak to me. Oh well, at least these two were willing to talk. I look to Shaman and shrug. He does not have our abilities, just as she doesn't. I saw him twitch and a soft growl escaped his large frame. Stop doing that, Sukia. You know I hate it when you do that. Again I shrug. He doesn't like the things he cannot explain. I turn my eyes back to Yin, the same dark smile she gave me I gave back. Yes, I could see a worthy foe in her, or a very entertaining ally. I can see in the way she moves her body that she is flirtatious but is not, for to her its all but a game. I can see it, as no other may be able.

THE FALLEN ANGEL

He glared hard at Shaman, his yellow black eyes dancing. The winds had called to him, and he had followed. Being Sukia, she had wandered. Without him. God, if she had gotten hurt....He would never have forgiven himself. His eyes landed on Yin and immediatly a feeling of entrapment set over him. She was so....Beautiful. But he could tell by the way his sister was postured, she was uncertain of the vixen and he knew he should wait until Mahotsukia got a clear greeting. What is it that you two call yourselves? He asked them, his yellow black eyes glaring hard at the two of them.

The Fallen Angels
He deserves One Last Request
So He Asks for the dark Sorceress.

Her eyes lit up with silent dark amusment at Shamans words. Oh, not much. I've remained pretty quiet as of late. She laughed as if she had something funny and once more she brushed against the white male. When she heard anothers call, her eyes lit up with the same dark mischeif as when she had caused her own brother grief. She licked her lips as her eyes landed on the massive male that stalked towards them. Ohhh, look my dear. Another has come to play. She didn't release her name yet, wanting to hold back until she knew she could trust them or not. Even though Mahotsukia was a friend of Shamans, that didn't make either one of them a friend of hers. Her dark smile in place, she slid from beside Shaman and circled Datenshi, brushing against him as she did the other male, her tail curling around his hind leg. Mmm, so strong. So brave. What is it that a master of darkness such as yourself is called? Her eyes were dancing with darkness, her body radiating off every intention of putting the male into a hormone craze. She slipped past him and brushed against Shaman again, her smile wicked and pleased.

He grinned at Yin's play with words, for she was indeed amusing to one of the dark mind. He caught Mahotsukia's message, and spoke back one, with a sigh for Datenshi's inability to fully understand their unique language. Yes, so I see. Well, the Silent Ones are sometimes amusing. Take my friend here, for example. She is always good for a diversion. And he watched Yin circle the brother calmly, for he knew very well that it was a game she played, and it really meant nothing to her.

As she came back to him, he smirked and spoke. His name is Datenshi, my dear. And apparently my new friend's is Mahotsukia. And I... and here he began to speak and eye-sign at once, I am Shaman. Unlike Yin, he knew he had nothing to fear from either of these, if only because he had enough allies, some in hiding, but always waiting... waiting to be released.

A soft scowl went across my face as this Yin fae rubbed her scent all across my brother. I could see her apprehension, her teasing ways. I can speak you know. I just don't like to. I glance at my brother and shake my head slightly. I'm sorry for him, he is....Not used to others so much. I stand, and compared to my brother am very quite small. Sitting now, I stare at the beautiful Yin. She is everything. Beautiful, confident, deadly, poisonus. The word slips through my mind without hesitation for thats what she reminds me of. Acid, with one touch your scarred for life. I smile darkly at her. She is very beautiful. I can see why you would like someone such as her around.

The large male looked from his sister to Shaman then to Yin, trying to ignore what her teasing had done to him. Sukia! I said stop. Your old enough now to quit playing your stupid little games. Immediatly he wished for the words back, but as usual he couldn't just do that. His sisters gaze landed on his and almost instictivly his entire body tensed. A game?! You think that what I do is just a GAME?! Her fury was evident and Datenshi took a step back from his much smaller sister. She turned flaming eyes back to Shaman and said A game. He finds everything a game. EVERYTHING! But unlike him, I do not hold the same sibling protection as he does me. He feels the need to protect me. I feel that he can handle himself if anything goes....Amiss. Anger was seething from the female, to the point where the winds stilled and all voices were silent. No frogs made a sound, the birds lay in their trees for fear of her wrath. She was like Yin, deadly and had an uncontrolable temper. Yin

Her eyes lit up briefly with dark amusement. She could see the anger radiating off of Mahotsukia and her dark laughter escaped her before she could stop it. You never want to feel a wolfess's wrath, child. It could be deadly. She said to Datenshi. She was sitting close to Shaman, her body pressed against his. Yes, she certainly was like acid, with her dark heart and evil ways. These two don't seem....Like us. She said whisper soft in Shamans ear. It was so quiet the others wouldn't hear, her eyes however were locked on Mahotsukia's own. Ice blue eyes seemed to laugh at the other black wolfess, as if mocking her in some way. And in a way she was.

He allowed Sukia to rant, nodding patiently but not getting directly involved. No, he liked to watch chaos evolve by itself, silently observing. Finally, he said aloud, I couldn't say which is more dangerous, a maddened brute or an angry fae... though certainly the females are most sly... Ah, but Yin, you would know better than I. I've only been in these lands a short time.

And a whisper sounded in his ear. He gave no indication of hearing it, but turned to caress along her neck, using the same unhearable voice as he drew close to her harks. They are in a way, my dear. They just require a bit of... tutoring. Look at the lady there. Her anger, her hatred, at her own blood kin... very promising. Imagine what she could do if given the proper direction for that hatred. And plus... she has other surprising... features. Watch her eyes. She speaks with them.

He did not know if she could pick up the words, but she could at least tell Sukia was sending a message, if not divine what that message was.

I watch as the female whispers something in Shamans ear, and my eyes narrow dangerously. Whispers are for those who are not bold enough to say what they truly mean. I say to him, my eyes raging furiously. I feel my brother and his sulking ways. I know he doesn't want to be here, he would rather follow the wind as he always does but I'm not going to leave. Especially since the female was all but challenging me. Well....She really wasn't but I was so angry, just about anything could be taken as a challenge at the moment. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you. My sister and I are going to take our leave now. The fury that is coiling within me rages even further and I take a deep steadying breath. I turn and glare hard at my brother, my eyes locking onto his yellow and black ones. I shake my head. I'm not leaving, Datenshi. I say but of course he chooses not to listen.

The male stood uncertainly. His sister was....Turning on him. She wasn't listening. Why wasn't she listening? What had these...Things done to her? Mahotsukia...Come on. He says in a cautious tone. He can't miss the evident fury in his sisters eyes, but he still stands uncertainly. He doesn't want to leave her with these two, but the winds were picking up, calling once more. Calling to him....He needed to leave. But...He couldn't leave her. Damn it, what was he to do?

He was completely unfazed by her condemnation, and met her gaze evenly, mind calm. Or for those who dare not speak loud enough for fear the knowledge would hurt others around them. Besides, it was all completely complimentary. That was the truth, for everything he had whispered to Yin was a compliment to a twisted mind such as Shaman's. He ignored the brother as well, already having partially discounted this... rather odd... male. It was clearly the sister who was in control. But he spoke to her again. It seems a shame that we should part here as enemies, when we both have discovered someone else with our... shall we say... talents? You can't take half of what she says seriously, Mahotsukia. She is the ultimate manipulator, and it is one of the things that makes her entertaining. Besides... you are more like us than my cohort here believes. Aren't you? Lord bless the soul, but despite it all, he was very perceptive. He could see her anger, mostly directed at Yin, partially at he himself. He could see her ultimate frustration with her brother, and the brother's desperate affection as he tried to protect her. How... amusing.

Her eyes lit up with dark amusement at Mahotsukias sudden anger at her brother. Awww, whats the matter baby? Did your darling little sister turn on you? Such a shame since shes so....Beautiful. She cooed to the large black male. Her eyes were laughing at him now, for she listened and listened well to Shamans words. She could see something between Mahotsukia and Shaman, and now again would pick up a word or two. Maybe these two could teach her to speak with her eyes....Maybe. A soft laugh escaped the female as she crept foward and rubbed her body against Mahotsukias now, just as flirtatios with her as she had been with the two males. Softly in the others ear she murmered Hes so desperate for you affection....To bad he doesn't see in you what we do. You have the abilities to be great, so why are you sticking with him? He only holds you back. Her words were soft and gentle, but the dark laughter always remained in her voice.

My eyes light up with dark intensity as suddenly the black females rubs her body against mine. Beautiful? She thought I was....Beautiful? But then again, Shaman had said she was the ultimate manipulater. Maybe she was doing it again. When the female whispered in my ear, a look of uncertainty crossed my face. Yes, I was mad at my brother but...Leave him forever? I don't think I- Mahotsukia! Get away from her and come on. Oh, who was I kidding? Of course I could leave with them. I turn a dark and deadly smile to my brother, close enough to match Yins and with my eyes I murmer I am no longer your slave. I know he won't 'hear' but Shaman will. I step past Yin, and come up beside Shaman. I was staying with them. I glared hard at Datenshi, whose eyes went wide with shock and...Hurt. Once more uncertainty went through me. I couldn't do this to him. He was my brother. He had loved me when no one else would....But...Shaman spoke of others like me. Others who would love me. Maybe....God I hoped they loved me.

Datenshi stared as his sister stood next to the white male. No.... He said in a strangled whisper. But his sisters gaze was steady on him. When she made up her mind, there was no changing it. Clenching his jaw he nodded his head and turned, following the eastern winds to a place where no one spoke of and where everyone would feel his wrath. Soon...So soon.

The snowy male watched the thoughts flit across her face, through her eyes, over her entire being. He caught her words to her brother, and allowed silent laughter to shake his body as the brother went away. He turned his eyes back to Sukia, smiling softly. Ah, so not only beautiful, but wise. And, seeing her disbelief of Yin's statement, he leaned in close to her, speaking both with eyes and mouth, a murmur that Yin could not hear. Dost thou know so little about thyself? Whatever jesting my friend may do, my dear... you ARE beautiful, and it's time someone told you so.

He wasn't really more interested in Sukia than he was in Yin, but he was never one to believe in monogamy, at least not yet. He believed that a wolf could have as many lovers as he had time for.

Her smile appeared even darker and in a husky voice she said to the female Welcome to the family darling. She sat down across from Mahotsukia and Shaman and yawned her boredom. Well, now what? We chased away him, now its us three with nothing to do but stare. She rolled her shoulders in a way to loosen up. She was tense, needed something, someone to bother.