Oh Jeremy, Dear [Open/Alpha]

[Mayhem]

Oh..Jeremy...Dear... Came the haunting sounds of a femme's call. Though this was not your average femmice, no. She did not desire to capture the heart of Jeremy, use love to get a position of power, no. The ghostly form did not fantasize about becoming a possession, to snake her way into his heart, no. Quote was not here to humble herself for the protection of a family, no. The speckled femme was not here on matters of state, no. The wretched bitch was here to take his thrown, yes. That was it, that was the desire that snaked through her frigid heart, un-thawing the capillaries like antifreeze in a car. Everything about the minx screamed to keeo your distance. Her pelt which went from a rich coal to a splash of warm blue grey amongst her pistons. Her eyes, which one would expect to be blue to conclude her frigid appearance were actually a stinging entrancing gold. Her feet were decorated with medium jet black daggers, and her muscled frame resembled that of a males. If it were not for her femme scent, one might actually consider her one of the blokes. She was extremley large for a femme, and her body showed the numerous signs of war. This was no slut seeking love, not this was a warrior seeking blood.

As she stood there awaiting a reply to her haunting invitation, she could not help but to reflect. Reflection was not something done often by her, but one could not help but to think back to their childhood ever so often. Quote had been born in less than ideal circumstances. She was the result of an Alpha's betrayal, a pure gift from rugged seduction. Her mother had been a warrior who the Alpha's eyes often wondered over, much as his body often slid across his mistress's back. Though upon her birth the Alpha denounced Quote's mother as being a treacherous harlot, and turned his back on his pups. His mate, the weakling warm hearted femme, was no better, nor smarter when she let the pups live. Mercy as she called it was a despicable ideal. What good was mercy when it could so quickly come back to bite you in the ass. Though as time progressed, and Quote grew she learned numerous things about pack life. For one, even though her mother had been shamed a harlot, it did not keep the Alpha from mounting her every chance he got. Foolish mother, and dispicable father. This reflection always left a knasty taste in Quote mouth.. I shall never be her.

That was enough for thoughts at the moment, business was at hand. Quote would not show that same mercy that weak alpha had. What good was mercy, when blood was so much better. Quote smirked as she flicked and aud in an attempt to curve her bordem. The dark bitch was somewhat hoping this Alpha would hurry his little ass along, she had more things to do than just wipe the floor with him. Battle was natural to her, and love a foreign concept, what a leader she would make. Her reign would be a cold, but orderly one. She would bring these wretched packlands back to a place of glory. A land that was once again feared, not one that was shamefully walked upon. Torrid under her reign would have no allies, they would need none. This would be a battling pack, and those not fit for battle would be shunned by her, and those who loyally followed her. Quote was not a minx to cross, and she would make that known by putting down the first member to defiy her. Quote would return herself to glory, one battle at a time.

Goodbye my soul... unquote

[Asake~]

Due to the Torrid Alpha not answering the challenge...


Quote is now the Torrid Pack Alpha.

It is up to Quote now to tell what will happen to Jeremy.