<blockquote>Once I mention disney villians towards the end, I got this song stuck in my head writing Treena (kind of embarrassing) : <a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIv2ihaHYb0' target='_blank'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIv2ihaHYb0</a> </blockquote>
Treena’s teeth were sparkling white, saliva dripping from her well-crafted mouth. Each canine seemed as big as a thumb, shot outwards, just waiting to rip open flesh. Her hackles dug into her fur so hard they threatened to cut through skin, upper-lip shaking with each hearty growl. Her distorted face was incapable of ugly, yet at that moment she seemed supernatural, too intimidating, sculpted. She resembled a beast, a savage and wild one. That second of time she was down-right mad, lacking empathy and understanding. She had perfected this stance over the years, beginning with Marsh, where her body language lacked dominance and strength. He had stomped all over her like a welcoming mat, showed her how it was done. It then grew to be too threatening and defensive while meeting with Ruiko, where she seemed mentally ill and unstable. It took weeks to find the perfect blend of threat and control, days of observing. Once she found it, she was untouchable. Sibyl had been first, then Koda and Kashi. While that last battle had been drawn to a tie, she classified it a victory. She had left with no permanent scars.
Of course her pack was to thank for some development. While recently a disagreement between Ava and Treena had erupted, the female was still honest about her personal growth, and how much was because of the individuals so close to her. Without a family to learn from, she’d be nothing. Yet, here she stood, watching Athena do the dirty work. Of course, in her mind it wasn’t dirty work, but instead a self-indulging hobby, especially for a mother. The loner was a handkerchief, flaunted and played with, then torn to shreds, just to prove a point.
It didn’t get more fun than that.
While Treena doubted Athena was at any risk, she had to dig her claws into the ground deep, holding herself back. Had the intruder been larger, younger, and less starved, there would have been room for a second attacker to help out Athena, but right now she’d only get in the way. It was two on two, and Poison Path had the upper-hand. Treena wouldn’t risk that for her own selfish blood-thirsty cravings. If she got involved, targeting the loner would be harder. Instead she’d focus on her hunger, and the hunger of her pack. Catching the scent the female noticed that the rabbit was fully ate, there was nothing left. That pissed her off. She had hoped for some remaining meat to bring back to the pack. While freshly disappointed, the whack-job’s voice only pushed her further off the edge. Lifting her nose from off the kill, she flashed her fangs menacingly and gave a deep throaty bark. <b>“You’re fucking with the wrong pack.” </b>
It was a threat. While Athena was trusted to get the job done, Treena would enjoy the after-torture. If she was wounded, Treena would chase. A game of cat and mouse really. That was to say, if she survived Athena. Poison Path had endured bullshit since the beginning. They were built from strong men and smart females, and it was time word got out. The scent would cause fear wherever it went, Treena was sure of that. Wolves would shake in their boots. Stories would be told to cubs of the mountain pack, warnings throughout the forest of the danger, the oncoming risk. Of course, it had to start somewhere. Poison Path was dark, but not evil. They followed their own rules, they trained. It was obvious of their strength, their power, their determination, and they were only growing larger as the days past.
<b>“Stealing prey?”</b> The woman gave a dark and twisted smirk, making a <i>tsk tsk</i> noise as she shook her head. <b>“Only the desperate do it.”</b> She hit the rabbit with her nose, turning it over and investigating as the pair fought above, as if not interested or worried for her leader though she really was. It was confidence, she was sure of the outcome already. Another mental game, her body language, words, it all sub-consciously screamed Shadowstorm was trapped. She made for good back-ground noise, her soothing voice taunting. She didn’t speak loudly, barley above a whisper, but it held some secret note. It was hard to stop listening, once you started to hear, you couldn’t help it. She was a snake charmer. <b>“But, eating it <i>here</i>, <i>on the border</i>?” </b>
She seemed to grow violent. Her fur instantly bristled, paws clenching, like a cat would unsheathe their claws. Her golden tail flexed much like a porcupine’s quills. The muscles within her body grew tight all at once. <b>“That’s insulting.”</b> Her eyes went dark and dangerously morbid, almost like a bad Disney villain. While Athena was doing physical damage, the woman was playing the mental card. Her words were slick and well-thought out, but not planned. They were intelligent and smooth, pointless rambling which escaped her pretty muzzle. <b>“Not sure what rules they follow in the forest, but <i>here</i> there aren't warnings.”</b>
(This post was last modified: Jul 18, 2012, 01:15 AM by Treena.)