Khoine (Sheba)

[Tiel]

Khoine:
The birds were too loud. Khoine was in a good mood, until they ruined all her joy with their inconsiderate chirping. "Silence!" she barked, and silence fell. She smirked as the birds obeyed her, but just a few seconds after, they started up again. And when she barked again, they would not stop. Terrible things were always happening to her. While other wolves had it easy, surely Khoine was the most unlucky in the valley, with her siblings always being rude and selfish. And that Hemera, oh, that little runt. She was the worst. Always whining and whimpering, and she got all the attention per being the youngest. Completely unfair.

But then there was him. And as long as he was by her side, she could get through anything. As she walked up the steep mountain, feeling all by herself, she knew she could return to find his sturdy shoulder to lean on, and his ruggedly handsome fur warm against hers. He was the only one who understood her struggles. One day, they would rule the world together and everyone would bow to them. They would be the most powerful wolves in the valley. So Khoine better start practicing her power soon!

"Sheba!" boomed her voice. "I summon you, almighty!"

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It was a glorious Summer day up on the mountain. The birds were chirping their jubilant song to the power. The warm air was lifted by a swift, mild breeze, weaving through the aspens and sycamores. The thick foliage danced and quivered in the atmosphere, the scents of the season wafting to the caves of the white wolves. Sheba lay out on top of her den, her new favorite place. The sun lathered her in its golden light, warming her snowy pelt. It was a perfect day...until that. A hideous, enraged bark rang through the energized canyon, quieting the birds for a small moment. When the birds took up their lilt once more, a flurry of frustrated yips and yaps could be heard. Sheba cocked her head to the side, brows furrowing over her shifting amber eyes as she gazed down the slope into the thick underbrush for the perpetrator. She made herself known quickly, the pale shewolf sauntering haughtily from the timber lifted her head (any higher and it might pop off) and rudely demanded Sheba's attention. She was a bold one. Bold enough to 'summon' her.

Sheba rolled her eyes and curled her lip in distaste, revealing a few teeth in the process. She could tell that the coming conversation would not be pleasant for either of them. With a slightly audible huff she leaped from her pedestal to land abruptly in front on Khoine. "You summoned me and here I am," She mocked a bow before rolling her eyes once more and waggling her shoulders sassily. "It's almost like you are the all powerful immortal. But you must be foolish to think that." The white wolf trotted a few paces away, her tail rising stiffly behind her. "But it is quite the opposite. As you must surely know, I am Sheba, daughter of White Magic. I have the power to send you to the bottom of the ocean. 'Not that you would know what that is anyways.'"

[Tiel]

Khoine's spirits dropped as Sheba not only scolded her, but insulted her intelligence. Her ears drooped in a sad, pitiful way. At first. But she was soon filled with a hot fiery anger, and her snowy white fur turned almost red. Khoine would not stand for this. She would not be treated this way.

"Excuse me?!" she demanded, her head tilting up defiantly. "I'm sick and tired of being treated this way! Without the respect I deserve! I'll tell Volka all about how rude you were. He— he will not stand for this!"

She lashed her tail and stood up straighter, not an ounce afraid of Sheba. And why should she be? "You— you— you— are just weak! You're scared of what he and I might become with a power! I've come to the wrong White Wolf I know now. I'm going to find Geist! Oh and mark my word, Sheba, I will tear your neutral pets apart!"

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Sheba huffed and rolled her ever shifting eyes. Most mortals showed respect, if she was like her sister, Geist,s he would've thrown Khoine of the mountain. However, Sheba was content in treating her like dirt. It wasn't everyday she could disgrace a wolf. Though, this one barely had any grace to dis. "You're right, Volka would've sat down." The white wolf spoke in a matter-of-fact manner. Khoine jabbered on, indignant about being 'treated this way.' Sheba struggled to keep herself from rolling her eyes again. But the next comment provoked Sheba past sass and roasting. She wasn't angry or overly offended, but every-once in a while, Sheba felt the need to be a freakin diva.

"Weak?" Sheba suddenly towered over her, eyes an impossibly deep black shifting slowly into violet. The white wolf spoke her words in a whisper, but the power of siren amplified the sound to a more ominous vibration. Shadows crept from behind stones, and under roots, rolling forwards like demons pathetically drawn to rotting flesh. The power of shadow mastery gripping Sheba, or rather, she gripped it. The shadows sloshed and melted together like inky monsters, becoming a gruesome sphere of absolute darkness around the pair of wolves, tortured expressions pressed into the walls, jeering at Khoine. "Just because i'm not evil, doesn't mean I can't be scary. And i'm most certainly not weak." Flame suddenly seemed to burst out of nowhere, and the shadows receded; this created the illusion of the inky blackness being consumed by the fire. Once all the shadows were banished, the fire began to peter out, and the frightening silence was replaced by the merry singing of warbling birds. Sheba turned to head back into her den, bounding on her toes, acting like she hadn't just paraded cosmic powers. Right before she retreated into the solitude of her home, she paused.

"Heed this warning: Geist doesn't like to be in second place."