Bow to the queen [OPEN]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/34ihlc4.jpg] This is mine... My eyes watched around my cemetery, no one really came to visit me. Hyde came the odd time but he had better things to do. My little heart kept beating though, I looked better, I wasn't as skinny. My body was more defined and muscular, filled out. I had eaten a lot more. My ears flicked back and I sat under my grim reaper. The sky was dark as usual here. Why so gloom? Maybe it was me, when I left it got kind of lighter around here. Ghosts crept along before her and dead things lay all over. Of course there were ghosts, only canines could see ghosts and that was fine. My eyes never lied. I just sat there. My eyes were relaxed and I had nothing really to say at all. I was bored I was alone and what would I do now? 'Come on... You useless puffs of wind... Entertain me!' My voice was rough from not being used. I never really spoke anymore, I was a bitter wolf. My ears lay back and I watched as the ghosts scrambled around and tried to entertain me but I did not care for it, I didn't find it at all amusing. I let a sigh loll from my mouth and my tongue ran across my blood stained mouth. I watched the entrance, someone come visit me. I thought and growled gently. My ears lowered and I stood up walking behind the grim reaper and climbing up its ridged back as I crawled out along it large arm and laid down on my side as I looked out over the cemetery. the grim was very large huge. I was laying on its arm looking to wards the abandon town. Anyone? Please? I snarled to myself, no one came here it was to scary... there was nothing here that would harm you... well that was a huge lie.

[MistakenXxXOnes]

Gendrick's strange obsession with the dead was lingering on him. He could still after so long taste Genduan's blood in his mouth. It had been almost 15 months since then, yet the taste and smell lingered. Cackling to himself, his snarling like hyena laugh echoed through this abandoned town.It resonated with the smell of decay. It smelt like rotting carcass, and the occasional spirit and ghost slipped through it. Gendrick's eyes were open wide, marveling at the beauty of this town, getting ever so closer to the graveyard. Blood had stained his jaws, and his paws were muddy, dried blood crusting on them.

With a slight glance between a broken wall of a house, he saw something, a ruby among sapphires to Gendrick. Tombstones erect out of the ground, the sky seemed to weep in it's own dismay, a darkness lingering over it. The ground seemed to rot and ruin, and what may have once been trees were nothing but black sticks, never to flourish again. Gendrick cackled again, louder this time, enough to hear through the cemetery. However, it seemed to bounce and echo, causing it to come back at him from several directions. He was like a ghost in the dark, hard to see, but you know it's there.

Perhaps, another wolf may reside here, one who thought and saw the true beauty of this dying land. His step become slightly merrier, kicking up a trail of dust, his tongue hanging from his jaws, saliva dripping. He seemed to relish in all that was wrong with this place, it pleased him to see such a place, so dead and sickening. It reminded him of the room filled with blood, rotting carcasses and the bodies of his family. He made a dash to the opening of the cemetery, his heavy and strangely large body seemingly dragging him down. He rounded the corner and slowed himself. His paws dug into the earth, brushing the deer blood from them, covering them in dirt and dust.

His gaze rose, his keen eyes resting upon another, another wolf. She lay atop a Grim statue, one that reminded him of the relish he found in murdering his father. His tongue hung, his eyes widened. His broad shoulders, pushed out, his tail rising into the air. He was glad to see that he was not alone. However he was not glad that someone had taken this place before him. It made him slightly upset, upset enough to want to rip the throat out of another deer. He licked his lips, and raised his head. He snarled his words, however his voice was deep and had a slight drone to it. The strangest thing was the slight 'purr' he gave off towards the end of words.

"A queen damned? A bitch of the death and decay? Gendrick oh so wishes to play." His cackle sounded again, his paws leading him, his head forward, he bent low to the ground, careful not to insult her. He had no reason to fight her...yet.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/34ihlc4.jpg] Another... My eyes were fixed on the puffs of white wind that floated around moaning and groaning as if their life had come to end with unfinished business... That will be a lesson to me.. make sure I'm happy when I die. My ears were flat back and a sigh rolled off my tongue, why so boring. I rolled onto my back and looked up at the black hole that was the grim reapers face. 'Why is it so boring here Grim?... My kingdom is dull...' My words rang out to the statue. But as it all came to be a new scent rolled into my nostrils and it caused my fur to stand. I looked down, down ... down the 100 ft drop it seemed and looked at a new comer who spoke to me. My ears flattened. I listened to him. Damned? I snarled and smiled looking down upon him, my large body jumping down the back of the grim and landing on each step stone before I hit the ground. I walked out from behind the Grim and stepped like a goddess towards this new one. I was grey, a light grey I have black stripes along all four legs, only two on each leg and near my shoulder and rump. I had a white jaw and underbelly and I was fit and fine, compared to my old skinny twig self. I looked down at him. pink eyes burning through him. I let out a small chuckled and the hair lowered as I stood on the top of the steps about 6 steps away from him, my ears high and my body defined I was slut but not an easy one. I looked down again and smirked at him, would I talk? Yes I would, I licked my mouth and snarled, ears flicked back slightly. And I finally let my tough bitch vocals speak. 'And... who are you?' That's all I said, he was on my land, perhaps he is lucky I don't kill him. if he was to walk onto my partners land Hyde the king of strays he would surely be screwed. Ears lifted, Hyde... I hadn't seen that character since god knows when. My eyes lowered and my heart beat was fast I wanted food. I looked around at the ghosts, the dead bodies... The dying bodies. 'FIND ME FOOD! OR OFFER YOURSELF TO ME!!!!!' I howled at the ghosts and dying creatures. I wanted food and they would get me food, I looked at the male bright pink optics stayed on him, what was this fellows name? Was he here to hurt me? This was my land. I growled to myself be nice Damballa... he is a guest... you rarely get guests... I sat and waited ears up. All the ghosts scuffled around and looked for food.

[MistakenXxXOnes]

Gendrick slowly rose, his shoulders rolling back a little. His body was heavy, it gave him presence, yet it did not hinder his ability. His eyes rested upon this wolf, as she finally noticed him. She leaped down the 'Grim's' back. He took another step forward, his tail now split at the end, the hair resembling it's more noticeable 'blade' style. He couldn't help but notice the disarray of the 'ghosts' and how lost and scared they looked. He twisted his neck, at a painful looking angle, and let his tongue hang from his mouth. With a soft growl, a spirit made a quick escape.

Cackling at the frightened spirit, he return his glace over to where the 'other' wolf was. She had emerged from behind the menacingly and malevolently beautiful Grim Statue. He took in a long breath, the scent of her filling his moist nostrils. He shuddered, allowing a soft howl to escape his lips. She smelt of this deathly land, and she smelt....of strays. Gendrick, even if he was a 'stray' he hated strays. They were a speck of mud on a perfect image. They reeked of hideous and obscenity. However, the smell was distant on her, perhaps she killed a stray? Recently enough to have the smell dwell on her.

He cackled as she spoke to him, the 'tough bitch' sound to her voice. If he hadn't heard it from so many before he might have been touched. Licking his lips, he gave her what seemed an attempt at a grin. His gums were not a healthy pink, but going a deathly and dangerous brown. His farthest teeth were black as night, a strange sight among the blood stained whites. His tongue slipped from his mouth again. His voice snarled once more, the same as before. "I...am...Gendrick."

He spoke the words slowly, spacing them appropriately apart. Others had heard of Gendrick before. More so because of his vicious nature when brought about. However he was in a more playful mood, he had no need to fight. His eyes shunted a little, giving her a good looking over. He cackled in glee as she ordered the ghosts around. His body shuddered again, dust flitting out of his fur. He knew this was her land and most would avoid it. That would mean, she got awfully lonely. Or so Gendrick would assume for now. He did like making assumptions. Eventually they came true, even if they weren't correct originally.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/34ihlc4.jpg] Alone... I didn't mind being alone I watched this new comer as he stood before me. i didn't really take notice to anything he was doing. My ears lifted as he spoke his name. What an odd name just like hers. My mouth was dry and I was thirsty but i didn't care at this point soon I would be salivating. I licked my mouth and looked around, nothing the ghosts had all gone out looking for food of some kind and all the dead things well... they were gone too. Don't ask... I looked up at the new one, he was smaller then me from up here. I liked how he didn't come up my steps so I was kind and I stepped down the staircase to wards him. My rump high in the air with a strut to it. My wicked smile along my face. I looked at him, he was about my height and I was a big female. My tongue ran over my mouth. Old dried blood stained my paws. 'My name is Damballa... this is my home... my land... I am queen of the strays...' I spoke yes I was a stray and my soul purpose was to take down Denali slowly and painfully. I loved strays and why? Because strays didn't have rules they were ruthless, vicious, powerful and they knew street smarts. My eyes lite up as I looked at him. He was interesting, he looked like a killer. My tail lifted as I flicked it. A bird flew around a big bird. I howled gently. I liked brids. And just like that the bird dropped dead and landed between me and the other. I looked at the other and snarled. My bird! I growled and started to salivate from the mouth, it dripped down. I knew the bird was going to die but I howled to make it seem like I did it. The bird was screaming in pain. I licked my chops and lowered my head ripping the bird of it's feathers and beginning to massacre it's meat. Bight pink eyes never left the new comer.