The Second Dark

[Spine]

White Nightmare entered his terra, not having bothered to check if she followed. He turned after walking a ways into it. "This is the Sinful Stream." He hissed, then lowered his head to pull up some fresh grass. He didn't like it's sweetness, but it was the best to give him the most power. His body had evolved to accept meat into his system, but fresh grass was still healthy. Why not put to use the full power of his fine bod, given as a gift from Satan?

[w h o]

Intent walked in after him. She glacned at the dead trees and bosies lyingf around. She took a bite of grass too. and put it out. she went ot drink some what to wash the sweetness out. "How can you stand that?" She asked with a look of disguist upon her face.

[Spine]

White Nightmare looked up. "It gives me more energy than dead grass would Energy is power. I can stand anything that would give me power. I plan to push past my body's natural limiters." He said. "Is it that bad to you?" He asked.

[w h o]

"Power, no. Having deal with something so light would pose a problem to me. I guess though if that's your sole ambition, power, you can deal with it." She walked over to his side and sighed. "Is there anything other things you do for power I should know about?"

[Spine]

"It's for a reason. I carry out the devil's earth ambitions, and to be able to d it, that is what I need. You need not know." He said, turning away.
She talked a lot for a dark, but dark she remained. Her personality was odd. He wondered how she fought.
"Are you going to challenge the lead vix for the position?" He hissed, looking over her body, seeing it muscle tone.

[w h o]

Intent sighed. It had come doewn to it. "I plan to." She said nodding and looking over Nightmare's white pelt. Her banenr flicked back anf forth, flick the blod hungry flies of of her. "Why do you want to know?"

[Spine]

A grin flickered on White Nightmare's face, revealing wolfish fangs. " I merely wish to see how you two fight." He said, images of blood and gore playing and re-playing inside his head.

[w h o]

Intent smirked at him. "So, where is this fae of yours?" she said the smirk disappearing quickly. "I want to know what I'm going to beat."

[Spine]

The grin vanished. "Don't get so arrogant, she's darker than you are." White Nightmare said. Though it had nothing to do with battle, it still affected his descision. Maybe he would play a mind game with her. If she won, he'd keep her at beta, ust to see her reaction. If she lost... oh well. Would it be a fight to the death? It didn't matter. If they both died, he'd soon be getting more vixens anyway. But he doubted that. Mosts darks knew how to stay alive in a battle situation, even if they lost. How would this turn out? "I don't know where she is. Find her yourself."

[w h o]

She raised one brow. I will then. If that's your wish. She three-beated off to the north, beign the darkest. She wanted to find the fae.

[Cursed Love]

Cursed wondered onto this land. She took a deep breath, and her nares flared. There was a true dark here, yes, she sensed him. This land was truly evil, and she loved it. She followed to where her nares lead her. There was the stallion. Yes, he was a true dark. Occuli took in his albinism, whipcord lashed from the pure evilness of this land, and she wanted it. She wanted to dwell in a place of pure evil, bathe in it's blood, and walk on it's land. And that's jsut what she could get here. She smiled, her satisfaction at last meet.