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"What a spineless, pale, pathetic lot! They haven't got a clue! How could I, make a pack out of you?!" Fjord snarled into the frosty air. It had been a full year since he had gained a the power of ice and three seasons since the beginning of his pack; Midnight silence. If only his pack would step up!!! Frankly there were only two males. Himself and his beta Edge. What they needed were more men. Females were just too soft! They needed hearts of stone. They needed new blood in pups, they needed fresh meat in recruits. That was up to the romance obviously stirring between Edge and Analise and Irina's quest for loners.

Fjord snarled as angst welled up inside him. All this work to become the most evil pack in the land, the strongest, the most feared, and this us what happened?! His pack needed to be taught a lesson. They needed more scars to encourage them....or maybe they needed more leaders. Fjord was strong, but even he wasn't enough. He needed an Alphess by his side to show that his pack was strong.

The white male growled and his powermark flared a cold blue as the snow around him twisted into a mini forest of wolves, the small ice sculptures twisted with expressions of pain and anguish, their bodies frozen amid a dance of writhing agony. Those forms around him helped calm Fjord, a slow grin stretching over his deadly maw.

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Skia:

Skia was in a rather good mood, surprisingly. She'd been starting to get the hang of tossing her pebbles around. She'd discovered how to morph the shape of her rock. She was currently testing out her newfound skill. She was bent over a small pile of pebbles that she'd collected trying to flatten them one by one with her paw. It seemed like a simple task, but it was proving impossible. The tiny stones kept getting stuck between her paw pads. When she reached her final pebble, the rest of the rocks were scattered around her as she flung each one away in disgust at her failure. The last stone also refused to bend to her willing. It disappeared under her paws when she lifted her foot again, the pebble was missing. Instead it stuck to her paw. The flower-shaped mark's glow dimmed as Skia shook her paw wildly until the pebble dislodged itself. Her dark eyes watched as it arched through the sky before landing with a soft plop several feet away.

The large she-wolf sighed frustrated. As she rolled her chocolate-colored eyes, she began levitating the pebbles from their snowy graves one at a time and roughly assembling them in a small pile again. The final stone was the farthest away. Skia padded through the snow, her paws crunching softly as she approached the stone. She crossed into an area of ground that smelled faintly of a pack. The scent twisted her stomach, forcing her to hesitate. The feeling that she didn't belong in this place froze every muscle for a second before Skia pushed past it. She'd been traveling the barrens for a while and it was rich with rock to practice with, but after the first snow something became all too obvious. The small stones that Skia needed to practice her power would be nearly impossible to find under layers of white. Skia had collected as many pebbles as she could find before the winter completely buried all her practice stones. Skia couldn't afford to loose a rock now, when most of her other pebbles had been lost in the snow. She found the rock and struggled to lift it into the air. It shook and rose to her eye level.

Before Skia turned to leave, something caught her eye in the whiteness. A flash of blue light cause the she-wolf to turn. A strange white shape stood on the hill above her. It looked nothing like trees or boulders. Skia's feeling of uneasiness strengthened as she investigated, but she dismissed the emotion as weakness and refused to bend to it. The shape turned out to be a wolf. Skia froze, silently cursing her sloppiness. The wolf was a male. His form was lean, despite the muscles rippling beneath his pelt. Skia was only slightly smaller than him, being female, but she had been slacking in her exercise while she'd developed her power. Perhaps she could win in a fight with her ability over stone. Pebbles might help distract the enemy enough that Skia could gain an advantage. But Skia was kidding herself. Her level of power could give her much, if any.

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Fjord grinned at the tiny figurines. Slowly he lifted his paw over one, pushing down on its fragile head. It quickly shattered into hundreds of crystalline fragments that fought the cold sunlight and refracted it into tiny rainbow beams. The white male grimaced in disgust at the beauty and willed it to melt into the white snow. The rest of the figures, he disposed if, forming them into the snow from whence they came. His red paws itched to dig into flesh, but the alpha reminded himself that he had the responsibility of a pack weighing down on his broad shoulders. Sighing, he sucked in the air. Nothing but ice, and his packs scent. But just then the wind changed direction and he picked up so much more. His body automatically shifted, his legs widening, chest puffed out, shoulders squaring, head lifting, and tail arching. His thick white fur bristled like spikes along his spine, his crimson eyes searching, his entire demeanor positively radiating dominance.

His blood red gaze found a chocolate one, their depths dark, and full of cunning mystery. Those eyes belonged to a large red shewolf, her fur a speckled abstract of scarlet and ebony. Fjord recognized a flowery green powermark on her pelt as well. She possessed one of three possible powers: botany, stone, or soil. She was well muscled, yet she had the form of a wolf who has once been extremely fit. This wolfess was not one of his wolves. What loner in her right mind would cross his border without howling first? Obviously one with a death wish. Perhaps Fjord would get a taste of blood tonight. A growl began rolling in his chest, a deep guttural sound that climbed his throat and rasped angrily from his mouth, forming into a soft snarl, ivories gleaming dangerously. His bear-like round ears flicked forwards as he spoke. "I am Fjord, current Alpha of the residing pack Midnight Silence. State your name, affinity and business; or be killed." He said bluntly, nose scrunching up in distaste. The alpha began walking around this female, cutting off her exit. While this shewolf was pretty, he had no preference to who's blood he took.

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Skia:

The large female met the male's gaze Her cold eyes were somewhat challenging as he scanned her. His eyes locked on her paw where her red power mark sat for a second before flicking over the rest of her form. The white male's movement was smooth and precise as he began to circle her. Skia kept her chocolate eyes fixed on his piercing red eyes. His dominant stance remained steady as his muscles worked. Skia matched his dominance with her own raised head, alert ears, and feet spread wide, ready for a fight. Skia's paws touched the pebble that she'd dropped a couple minutes earlier. She could easily levitate it, but it probably wouldn't help much as an offense.

His voice was as smooth as his motion, but also filled with disgust and hatred as it he flung it at her like a whip. The red female narrowed her eyes as she responded to his words. "A pack? Here? Your border patrols must be sloppy. That or their noses are broken. There was no clearing markings bordering your lands," she growled as her lip curled in a mocking smirk, "My name is Skia. I hail of evil alliance and I merely passed over your poorly marked borders as I was practicing my power. Even an Alpha, such as yourself, wouldn't challenge one of Geist's chosen wolves." Skia's confidence was unwavering as she firmly spoke her rash words.

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Fjord waited for this females reply, as he did so he thought. She seemed not to be of good alliance, it was the way she carried herself: her form curved into a dominant stance, her beady eyes scrutinizing you in a superior manner, her lips moulded in a permanent sneer. She must be of an evil alliance, though it wouldn't be astonishing if she was neutral. The females maw gaped open as she spoke, lethal ivories glinting in the hard winter light. Her chocolate brown eyes were narrowed to suspicious slits, her attitude radiating annoyance and disdain. Her voice barked out harsh and unrestricted. As she taunted him about his borders he noted to up the patrols. Blinking languidly he lashed his tail, red dipped paws gliding over the icy snow, hardening its surface into a floor. "While you judge my borders, you are too blind to see, Skia, that I am one of Giests chosen pupils as well." If she had truly been gazing at his eyes, studying him as a clever wolf such as himself would've done, she would've seen the water mark on his eye, the swirls imprinted on his lens. "While it is true, that our borders are poorly marked, I was just in my rounds to do so." The white alpha sneered, what an insolent loner.

"I would ask you to join our ranks but you are unfit. Leave now unless you would like to fight." The great alpha flexed his claws, spreading them wide to show their sharpness. His lips pulled back into a dangerous Cheshire grin of shark-like teeth. He had killed many, one more wouldn't be much. Besides maybe the valley needed a reminder that Fjord and his pack were still here. The cold winter air ruffled his thick fur, and would've bitten at his nose, but his power had made it so that he was immune to such trivial things. His eye glowed a pure blue as his power activated, ice spiking up like tiny thorns ready to pierce the flesh of all those who crossed the border. Fjords heart thumped harder as Skia practically glared at him. Surely this heart spasm was anticipation of the border skirmish sure to happen!

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Skia:

The glowing eye thing was kinda creepy, but it didn’t bother Skia too much. She just snorted dismissing the alpha’s words with a disdainful flick of her tail. ”Chosen pupil, is it? Did you make such a great impression on the great and mighty one that she trained you in the ways of your power? Are you at such a higher level than I that you could beat me? I think not! I don’t care whether or not you want me to join your stupid pack! I could pound any one of your wolves into the ground. Do you care to test me or are you afraid that you’ll lose one of your precious babies?” The she-wolf barked a short unamused, taunting laugh.

Despite her lack of recent training, Skia had fought her whole life. She was a warrior not easily defeated. Often when practicing with her pebbles, Skia fantasized about how awesome a fighter she would be when she reached maximum power. Though now would not be a time to fight with boulder, Skia would rely on claw and fang in the fight that this encounter was edging towards. Skia widened her stance, ready for whatever attack came her way. The voice that coached her every fight resounded her head. "A wide stance will lower your center of balance and make you hard to throw. Dig your claws in, girl! Anchor yourself in the stone-hard earth. Down let any attack sway you. Instead, absorb the blows and turn the momentum against your opponent." Skia wasn't sure where the voice came from, but it often insulted and advised her.

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Choosing not to play into this she devils verbal snares, Fjord snarled. "You ask, and you shall receive." the white snake stood tall. He didnt need a power to put this unruly red pest out of its misery. A lustful voice in his mind told him that perhaps he should spare her life. Though the gruffer, unrelentless, more dominant side told him that she needed to be taught a lesson permanently. If he let her go, she would flaunt about how he couldn't even kill a loner trespassing on his borders. Usually he make the other wolf attack first so he could see what fighting style they used. But he knew that since this was a border battle he had to be on the offensive. He had to attack first. So attack first he did.

Fjords muscles rippled under his thick coat, his head lowered as a growl rose. He moved efficiently behind the female, she would undoubtedly move along with him to keep her chocolate eyes on the threat. Now he was on the high land, and she was below him. She was also the one closer to the border. After all she was the one being driven out. driven out?! I thought she was going to be killed?![/b] an outraged voice in his head screamed. Fjord flicked his tail like he was swatting a bug. He would see how events played out. Things could go either way, she would flee or she would die. There was no third option, Fjord never lost. Turning the snow slick once again he slid swiftly toward her, this advance would not have been anticipated easily as his paws had not lifted. Now close to his prey he turned the snow underneath her to ice as well. With a snap he lunged for her shoulder twisting his body swiftly away from her jaws. He then fell back to make a move for her flank only to quickly lower his aim for her ankle nipping roughly. Fjord slid backwards to avoid harm.

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Skia:

Her chocolate eyes were fixed on the enemy as the voice shouted at her, "Don't let him out of your sight! Never turn your back on him. He'll attack when you last expect it." Skia turned herself swiftly to follow the advice. She dug her claws in quickly to remain steadfast and ready for his next move. He slid towards her fast and easily. He didn't even need to lift his feet as he'd turned the snow beneath his paws to ice with his power.

Skia couldn't understand why he was coming at so fast without even moving his feet. As he drew closer, the answer came as the snow beneath her paws hardened. "DODGE!" Skia immediately ducked and pushed herself to the left in an attempt to dodge. In the middle of the movement, her jaws snapped at the place that she'd vacated. "That was sloppy, you worthless pile of fluff!"

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Fjord growled angrily as his attacks missed. His prey narrowly avoiding him in what seemed a fidgety movement. She wasn't warmed up yet. "Why play the game if your hearts not in it?" He sneered, red eyes glinting with amusement. He was being hypocritical after all, he was trying too hard really. Just trying hard enough to finish the job. As he slid away his claws screeched across the ice, leaving trails if white in the faintly blue surface. The alphas red paws stood out against the the barrens now blanketed in white. This Skia, however was like a drop of blood on the snow, his paws couldn't be seen from the birds eye view. Whirling around he defrosted the ice around them, trying to turn it back to normal snow, but ending up with more of small, glassy orbs. Like marbles. He crushed them easily underpaw, they fractured effortlessly.

Fjord began to calculate his next move, his high speed brain working out the kinks. You had to be smart to rule the world. He repositioned his paws, and lowered his head, tail straight out behind him. His eye glowed as he moved. His paws carrying him towards the shewolf, ice moving quickly up his paws and accumulating on his claws, all in a seconds time. The Alpha darted in for Skia's ribs, lifting his now ice-enhanced claws. They were glittering and crystalline, and of course, sharp as a knife. If she managed to dodge that attack, he had prepared for that. Fjord quickly went for the soft area between her shoulders, leaping atop her. If she moved outbid under him, he would simply slash at her side right before his ice melted.

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Skia:

Skia's jaw was clenched in concentration, ignoring his words. She'd only been fighting against Fjord for a couple minutes, but every move seemed to take eternity as Skia's mind analyzed Fjord's fight patterns. "Know your enemy. Even if you're fighting a stranger, you can find patterns in their movements. Foreseeing your foe's attack will make it easier for you to find an opening and win victory " the voice reminded her. The white male was a good fighter. His moves flowed and kept him balanced. Fjord obvious had much practice fighting as he was completely on the offensive, but there were defensive tactics in the way he bent his body that protected him from strong offensive actions.

Fjord was loping towards Skia, picking up some momentum for his next attack. He shoulders moved powerfully as they propelled him towards Skia. Ice sparked around his paws. 'He's used his power in previous attacks. He'll probably use it this time, but there's no way to predict how,' Skia thought as he approached. The glowing eye confirmed her suspicions. She lowered her head slightly in preparation if Fjord's impact. 'He's throwing most of his weight into this attack. He'll be vulnerable to my offensive,' Skia noted as a smirk curled her lip with the planned attack.

The Alpha dashed towards her in a sudden burst of speed. Skia saw his muscles tense as he prepared to suddenly switch directions and land his attack. Skia had been able to dodge his previous attacks so it was plausible that he'd prepare for yet another dodge. Skia wasn't about to be predictable, though. She faked a dodge to the right, trying to throw Fjord off balance. Skia winced as the icey cold claws dug deep into the left side of her ribs as she reared back on her hind legs. Her soft belly was exposed for a millisecond before she swung downwards, in hopes of using Fjord's momentum to throw him against the ground. Then she could shred him to pieces. He would also be in the perfect position to receive a bite to the throat, if her attack suceeded.

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Fjord hit, but barely. His ice sheathed claws making a decent gash across her ribs. Putting his paw down to steady himself, what would've taken him tumbling only made him stumble, back legs splaying outwards in a moment of weakness were the red and black spotted shewolf could tear as his flanks.Recovering from the skid, the large white alpha began revising his plan of attack. He could continue like this, scratching until enough blood poured out or she tired, but he was impatient and he gated playing a game of endurance. Her sharp chocolate eyes seemed to pick out everything. Every tendon stretching and every bone snapping into place. What could he do about his strategy to get past her defenses? One thing about her fight pattern was that she seemed to just observe until the last second. Then she reacted as if some ulterior being had pushed a button, telling her what to do and when to do it. Narrowing his blood red rubies for eyes, he decided to let her attack. "You're not so bad. You tired of being a loner?" Fjord ended with a sneer. This shewolf was an excellent fighter, she would do well in his pack. But, she'd have to survive this first.

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Skia:

Her chocolate eyes gleamed malevolently in Fjord's moment of weakness that allowed Skia to open a gash on his flanks with her claws. Oh, how she'd missed feeling flesh rip! As Fjord was recovering from the attack. Skia back away and returned to her wide stance. Her eyes were narrowed, ready for the next attack.

Fjord wasn't attacking though. He was watching as she watched him. He was expecting her to make take the next offensive. Then he spoke. Unlike his previous words, these merited a response. "Let me guess, you me to join your measly pack of weaklings because I'm whipping your butt. Why should I join a pack and have to answer to you, when I can roam and answer to no one? I only submit to those I respect. You have not earned that," she said with a sneer. Then the teeth disappeared as if Skia had been struck with a revelation, "How about I just kill you then take your pack? How does that sound? I'm sure I could whip them into some semblance of strength. That or they'd all die in weakness. Yes, that sounds like a perfect plan, wouldn't you agree?" Her voice started out somewhat silky with a growl added at kill then the roughness slowly returned until the final word was said with a loud growl. Skia was slowly striding towards the Alpha ad she spoke. At the last word she darted forward, her jaws opened wide and aimed for his throat. She was completely on the offensive while the voice in her head screamed, "FOOL! Reckless taunts do nothing but give your something to fight for. What words you say should isolate them and through their emotions against them! Don't attack without some measures of defense, you idiot!"

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Fjord rolled his eyes as he red female talked about her whippinhis butt. "Tell me, which one of us is getting more wounds? You are emitting more blood than I." Fjord lowered his head, not in submission, but in preparation for an attack. "They are not fools, I only recruit those who are strong and share my values. You fall into those requirements. Though you are pretty pitiful, your power does nothing to aid you!" Djord spoke the last words with a mirthless laugh, his fangs bared, ears pushed forward. The formidiable alpha prepared himself as she charged forwards, undoing all her tactics she had doe previously. To combat this pride induced move, Fjord made the ground slick with ice, a tactic already used. But this time he took the ice and made needle sharp spikes rise from it. This would make her footfalls lighter and more careful. Fjord encased his paws in ice gauntlets, ridged with grips. Now that she was unbalanced and rushing towards him. She left her sides completely open. If he could just get there...

Fjord moved the ice he was standing g on, with great exertion, his mind pounding with the familiar brain freeze that Geist had so kindly cursed him with. In a split second he was beside her. If his maneuver succeeded he would ram into her side and knock her onto the ice needles. There he would place a paw on her throat until she submitted.

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Skia:

Skia winced as the spikes dug into her paws. She fought through the pain and forced herself to not break her stride. "What are you doing? You'll get yourself killed!" the voice shouted, but Skia paid it no attention. She had the strength to beat Fjord. At the last second, she slipped. Unbalanced she wavered, Fjord slammed into her side as
and she was sent tumbling to the ground.

"Get up!" the voice howled, but it was too late. There was a red paw pressed against Skia's throat, cutting off most of her breath. Skia froze as she swallowed a deep breath of freezing winter air. Her cold chocolate eyes were filled with hatred and defiance as they stared into the red equally cold gaze of Fjord. Skia wasn't willing to go down that easily. She struggled, pushing against his bulk with her paws, trying to scratch her foe. She would've used her back legs to kick and shred his belly, but she wasn't in a position to do so. Skia exhausted herself. With wheezing breath and black threatening to steal her consciousness, Skia allowed her muscles to relax somewhat. Fjord had beat her.

With her breath still restricted, Skia spoke, "It was only your power that has allowed you to triumph over me. I would have used mine, but these winter months do not provide much opportunity for using Stone though you thrive in the weather." Her voice was still as strong and confident as usual if a little quieter due to her lack of breath, but the words were spoken in a monotone without amusement or taunting. With her adrenaline fading, the pain of her wound invaded her thoughts. It was still bleeding profusely. Skia forced herself not acknowledge the wound. Fjord would kill her now. His offer for her to join must surely have crumbled when she'd rejected it then tried to kill him. "Will you rid the world of one who mirrors you?"

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Fjord grinned as he barreled into the stumbling Crimson shewolf. Everything slowed down as she hit the ground with a loud thump, snow settling around her. The ice spikes melted away a, crumbling iback into soft white powder. The gauntlet wreath img his paws dissipating. Fjord held his string scarlet forepaw into her jugular, putting pressure on her windpipe. Fjord watched her snarl and struggle against his weight, pitiful strikes flailing at empty winter air. Slowly, he watched the stony fire in her eyes dull to a cold, dead brown. All fight I. Her was lost. She was vulnerable. Now was the moment where he would whisper how inimportant she was to the word and murder her, and finally taste the blood of the wicked soul. But unfortunately a small voice in the back of the great Alpha's mind urged him to consider more options than that of his never ceasing lust for blood. It urged him to give her one last chance. After a moment of staring into her eyes, and listening to what she thought were her last words, he made a decision.

"Listen here shewolf. You are nothing without a pack. I have defeated you. But, I will give you one more chance at life. If you still wish it, I will permit you to join my pack." Fjords eye narrowed to garnet slits as he glared down on the pretty shewolf. "I will give you the highest position open if you will prove yourself worthy. Spill the blood of a wolf aligned of good. Prove to me that you can still be victorious in evil endeavors. Then, and only then, will I let you stand by my side as Alphess." Fjord didn't know what had caused him to gable so much on this shewolf. She was insolent and disrespectful, even insulting. Yet he offered her a position equal to his own. Perhaps it was something in her eyes. Stepping off of her throat, he turned away. He needed to reflect on the decisions he had just made. Leaving her to recover from her wounded pride, he spoke a few last words. "Bring me proof."