[.Inside your head.]

[Az n' Dezzy]

Azrael's travels find him wandering through the night. Lost in his thoughts, he's lost track of where he walks. Too busy pondering his new position within the White Alliance, he barely notices when he crosses the borderline into Black terra, into that place he's forbidden himself to go. His sea green eyes recognize nothing, even though they watch everything. He's too buried in anxiety to even realize he's been walking non-stop for two days, that his stomach aches for fresh meat, that his paws are beginning to bleed as he walks over rocky ground.

A sound halts him, brings his muzzle up. Azrael glances around, noticing for the first time where he is. Nowhere. He blinks, and suddenly the panic sets in. He's broken his own oath. Panting, he takes in the harsh smeels that ride on the wind here. Trees tower above him in every direction, and he can't spy the moon from where he stands.

Azrael fluffs out his bright pelt and shakes vigorously before he turns around. His intention is to head back the way he came, but as he stares down that way, he's not sure it's the way that brought him here. He growls at himself. How could he have been so ignorant? Above him, clouds pepper the dim stars out. For all he's worth, his own ability fails to calm him.

'Now what, Azrael?' he snaps at himself, hunching low to the ground. 'The new White General, and you wander straight across enemy lines. Brilliant.' A soft, teal glow suffuses his body as he forces the clouds in the sky to dissipate. The ambiance grows stronger as he calms himself with his inborn ability. It's not working too well. Perhaps he should hunt? Perhaps food in his starving belly will help clear his mind? He's not certain he should even eat anything in this land for fear of sickness or something else equally horrid...

[BRUiSER </3]

The heavily built stallion watched from the darkly shadowed trees as the white alliance wolf wandered into his lands, his ears straining forward to catch the wolves words. A dark smirk spread across his face, so the new white general had been stupid enough to wander upon Runegrove? Well, they'd need a new general before long. "Come here, Požár." He crooned into the lands, twin colomns of smoke rising from his nostrils as he breezed a small tongue of fire to stop the wolf in his tracks. The old hag had a chance to prove herself with this bounty, if he was pleased she might be lucky enough to become his queen. He stepped from the shadows with a girn, his furless tail lashing at his hindquarters and the air eagerly.

Nodding as the female appeared from the shadows, he jerked his head at the wolf. "You want the title of Paladin Slayer? Kick his ass, hag. Maybe I'll find a better title for you then." He cackled eagerly, one heavy hoof digging into the ground beneath him as he snorted more smoke from his nostrils and allowed a thin stream of fire to lick at the wolves body. Poor wolfie, with all that fur in the heat of summer. Maybe they should just burn it all off for him...he'd surely enjoy that!

[Llama]

A canine with white fur and blue markings was treading into dangerous territory. Fiery red eyes observed the wolf's behavior, seeking out the weakness that would make her success happen. Ears flicked, catching the canine's mindless mutterings, seeking the reason he had tread to his doom. She gathered very little save that he did not know why he was hear and that he was infuriated with himself. A wicked smirk curled over the femme's maw. This was going to be such an easy victory! Wolf's were such dunderheads sometimes, it was hilarious trying to watch them take on authority jobs. Generals. Pah! Useless was more like it.

Her king summoned her, and Požár stepped forth. She hated being summoned like this, like she was some sort of peasant! Bah! She had greater powers than the king wannabe could even dream of! As the mare materialized from the shadows she was given a command. Rough up the foolish canine. That wicked smirk appeared once again. This was her chance to move up in power. At last, an opportunity worth going after. She bowed her head mockingly. As you say, Gizzard, she spoke with a slight sarcasm in her last word. Only to aggravate him, and only because she could. The femme picked up a quiet trot and approached the wolf general quietly. Well hello there beastie! May I ask why you are here? she asked with mock sincerity. Formalities weren't usually her specialties.

Instead of waiting for a reply, the mare did a half-rear. When she slammed her forelegs back into the ground, flames ignited everywhere and made a fiery circle around the wolf. The mare sneered, eyes ablaze with the reflection of her beloved fire. smoke curled up from her hot hooves, they were braced for another attack.

[Az n' Dezzy]

The harsh words of a Black ring in Azrael's ears and he whips around to face the shadows that tail him. Yes, that voice definitely belongs to a Black. Who else would it be? A White? Of course not. Azrael has wandered into Black lands. So a Black it is.

Before he can register what is going on, a blazing ring erupts around his paws. Beyond it, Azrael can see the rearing form of a Black mare. She's speaking to him; the words sound like 'ash bayou hear?' He glares through the licking flames at the witch and the hackles along his spine stand on end. His body glows again and a blanket of mist extinguishes the flames that threaten his thick white pelt.

He is suddenly emboldened. He's the White General. Why should he let a couple of flea-bag Blacks bother him at all? A grin reveals his ravor sharp teeth. If bad turns to worse, he can always calm the both of them down. The last thing he needs to do is allow the embers, or even any new flame, scare him. Wolves may be frightened of fire for its insatiable hunger, but the hunger of a wolf is greater.

'Seems I've wandered into a spot of Black territory,' Azrael sneers, pinning his ears at a menacing angle to his head. Using his advantage with clouds, he sneaks in a leak of calm into the mare's subconsious. If he's lucky, she won't notice it. Most beasties don't. 'I'd love to stay and play, but, you know...Whites and Blacks don't play nice games on the same team.' Holding the hag's gaze, Azrael slowly backs away. He can feel his connection to the mare's emotions fibrillating gently and knows he must tread lightly.

[Llama]

Narrowed red eyes watched the canine extinguish the flames that entrapped him. A grin was formed, the wolf was gaining confidence in himself. Well, his short burst of self-loathing was done. The cursed mare's maw uplifted into another wicked smirk. This so called 'General' was getting a bit cocky in his attitude. Cockiness was the downfall of many who did not rein it in. Silly fool, he wouldn't accept his downfall even when it stared him in the face like a hungry shark. Her rosy tail swished with delight and eagerness, but she hid those emotions and wore instead a mask of calmness. If she let her emotions control her all out chaos would ensue for sure. She would not subject herself to such embarrassment.

Oh but it's all good fun. We were hoping you'd stay a while! Požár said, that wicked smirk growing wider as she took quick, light steps towards the retreating canine. I was hoping you'd join us for a little game of tag! she said with mock cheerfulness. By now she was quite close to the little wolf. At the end of her sentence she did another one of her half rears and slammed downwards with her forelegs, aiming for the general. He was soon going to be retired. Permanently. The mare was having good fun with this. After all, fighting was in her blood.

In the background, the femme's ears picked up the sound of laughter. Her king was laughing, enjoying the fight sequence. This angered her immensely. She was not some pawn used to fight for other's amusement. Disgusting! The mare took a deep breath and felt an unnatural calm settling over here. That damn wolf was playing with her emotions! Ugh, how rude. Flames ignited under her hooves, sparked by her emotions.

[Az n' Dezzy]

Azrael's ears prick up to the sound of manic laughter and he growls low in his throat. So he was right, and there are two of them here. He wasn't hearing things. The mare, however, is recognizing the link he haa with her at the moment. It vibrates harder now, and Azrael's head thrums with pain. His concentration on filling her with calmness iss going to break and....

The link shatters as the witch strikes the ground with flaming hooves. Azrael is blinded for a split second. White brilliance fills his sea green eyes and he staggers sideways, distracted. Just in time, though, he regains his balance and dodges the mare's second strike, snapping at her legs with flashing white teeth.

'I'd really rather not stay. But thank you for the invitation,' Azrael rumbles in a voice almost too deep for one so young. The glowing in his immaculate pelt dies slowly as he sidles away from the Black. Smoke stings the inside of his nose and dissipates the cloud cover he's called down to defend against the fire.

What a mess I'm in now, he thinks, searching rapidly for the other Black who laughs in the shadows.

[ [ short and crappy. just how it should be on the 4th when I should be out playing with pyrotechnics. ] ]

[Llama]

The mare's nostrils flared, looking for the wolf through the smoke. Her fiery eyes scanned, then spotted the wolf. Her black markings rippled and glowed a menacing red, the same as her eyes. She bucked at the mongrel who dared snap at her long legs, more flames puffing from her hooves as they flew. The air around her heated up until it was like a stove. The femme grinned, eyes alight with the reflection of her brilliant flames. The fact that he been trying to inject false emotions into her only fueled her rage, making her want to hurt this insect even more. This was not about pleasing her leader. No, it was personal now. And personal was bad news for little wolfie here. Not many could say they survived personal conflicts with the great Požár. You'd have better luck finding those she had previously murdered.

The mare came to a sliding stop, dust filling the air with the rising smoke. She watched the wolf, observing him carefully. He was looking for her leader. The laughter was setting him on edge, he had the chance of being ambushed from anywhere and everywhere. A wicked grin caressed the femme's maw and she trotted a tight nit circle around the general. Flames leaped up in hoof prints, creating a wall of fire that did not affect her as she went along her merry way. "It's not so simple, beastie! You've waltzed into lands that are not your own. Now you must face your punishment like a warrior instead of a coward,

[/b] she sneered. His defenses had fallen, leaving plenty of room for an offensive attack.

Požár restrained herself. She would wait and listen, see if she had thought right. If so, the wolf would fight if she got in his way and go home and he had merely strayed upon the land by mishap. If not he would stay in fight. A boring choice, that would be. So now she was provoking him. She wanted to hurt him, but would not chase him off just yet. She wanted to feel her hooves make dents in the dog's bones. Feel them crack and burn under her awesome wrath. As she thought more and more the flames burned higher and higher, her markings matching the intense color and the heat around her body soared.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Az n' Dezzy]

Are you up to her challenge, Azrael? he asks himself, trotting in place. She thinks you are being cocky. Are you? Don't get dragged in. He doesn't dare try to manipulate her any more than he already has. His first -and hopefully last- attempt has shown itself as a failure. Blood trickles from Azrael's ears and down his thick neck ruff. Oh yes, he can still hear everything. But his head throbs and his eyes sting, forget about the smoke as the reason.

"Fine. I'll grant your wish, you equine bitch. But nothing more." Azrael tilts his head back and laughs derisively. Might as well have some fun. It's not his style, meaningles fights, but this mare...she is the enemy, right? And he's the White General. He should prove his worth. Why not? The only thing he'll have to do is survive, and that won't be hard. Of course, then he'll have to explain how he got injured, or what his reasons for being in Black territory were...That will be the simple task. He knows it.

So he's got it in his head to fight. He knows he's young, but he's at his strongest now. He's a big dog already. He can take this silly pony. So he does. He rolls his shoulders and lays his ears back and begins to advance, keeping his solid body loose and relaxed.

[Llama]

The mare smirked, watching her opponent and his internal conflict. At least, she thought it was internal conflict, she was just judging by his facial expressions. Požár was pleased that she had dealt some injuries towards the wolf, she enjoyed making people writhe in pain. But the canine wasn't writhing just yet, he wasn't even bleeding heavily. Her flames were gone, but her markings still glowed faintly as smoke rose from her flared nostrils. She knew the fumes made eyes sting, throats close up, irritate the very lungs inside one's body. It was almost as dangerous as her fire itself.

Such foul language for a little thing, The mare teased. She was enjoying herself, oh yes, she certainly was. Taunting was fine for anyone, but the fact that she knew how to back up her words only pleased her more. This little wolf may only have his teeth and claws to defend himself-she sensed he wasn't going to use that silly emotional trick again. A wicked grin once again stole upon her lips as she lowered her head, studying the wolf and his actions. He was trying to get his confidence up or something of the like. He didn't want to back down. That would make him look terribly foolish among other things.

Ah! Little doggie was going to fight now, was her? Oh ho! How amusing. The mare raised her head, sensing the change in his movements, his reasoning was different. He was in it to win it. Then again, she had been in since the start. He was advancing rather slowly, so she decided to take the offensive. Energy built up in her hind legs as she braced herself, then she rose up and leaped, aiming her landing spot to be the silly canine. In mid air her markings glowed fiercely, flames shot down towards the dog, scorching the land as she made her way towards him.