Stepping Further Into The Darkness.

Sinta walked through the alleyways silently. He had taken his boots off and was barefoot hoping to find an easy meal. A homeless person, a drunk, a whore. Someone who wouldnt be missed. The dark clad male froze as he heard some scuffling ahead of him in the shadows. Of course he could see what it was to where a human could not have. A male human was trying to pin and suffocate a female that looked like a passerby trying to get home from work. The woman struggled under the man and Sinta growled quietly. No matter what he was born as he still had a strong sense of justice for the humans. He used to live like one himself, unknowing of the power that was held within himself.

Stealthily the goth wereling snuck to where the man had now just sucessfully made the woman pass out. He let himself phase into the large black wolf that his soul mirrored.He let out a rumbleing growl that made the male human whirl around.


Several minutes later Sinta licked his chops to clean them of the blood of his prey. The woman lay unharmed and still passed out while nothing of the male remained. The black wolf quickly faded back into the shadows from whence he came and stalked off deeper into the labyrinth of alleyways in New York City. His deep golden eyes watched his surroundings as his nose guided him back to the place he left his bag of belongings.

He shifted back and then plopped on the concrete pulling his combat boots back on and grabbing his hoodie. He pulled the thin yet warm fabric on being slightly cold in the city night between the buildings. He sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees.

[[ Q_Q So...short... sorry... ]]

Through the midnight a darkness flew over brick, abandoned buildings, being followed with a pair of green tiny dots left as it moved. Swift like the wind, the figure made silent steps, jumping to numerous rooftops in just a few seconds of quiet time, long lochs of pure ebony black flowing pass its shoulders, glowing under the moon's light a pale pink. Light, nimble hands hooked onto the edge of one apartment side, gripping the bars of its fire-escape and pull herself up and onto the next building. The scent of another stood there, captivating her instincts to act and push to start, causing her to slide form her chambers and out for a stroll. Alleys surrounded her, ways her werelings would use for easier transportation and food when the time was needed during the night. Stories were embedded in these walls, paintings done by herself scattered everywhere in random places and dents her warriors have created due to attacks.

As Noctavia moved her head and take in the male's scent, she released a long sigh, stalking over the roof to peer down. Her eyes pulsed with life, an evergreen and emerald glow glaring along the alley roads carefully. The paths lined with a mix of cement and more bricks, heaps of grim coming off the walls and sinking into the cracks and gaps. Movements of life rarely being shown to run across the center and back into a hidden home. She more nothing more than the usual, her leather fit jacket, a pair of black converse, a grey tank and ripped skinnies to cover her slender legs.

Looking to see the male caught in her site, she leaned over the edge, releasing all the support holding her back and falling three stories below, buckling her legs to land safely onto the ground. Her brows shot up, tilting her head slightly to look at the brute. "Evenin'..." Noctavia allowed her wavy bangs to cover the one side of her face, hiding part of her striking features and glaring up at him with her other eye. "What brings you to my borders, pup? I'm Alphess Noctavia, Alpha of Eternal Darkness and it seems you've walked into my alleys..." Smoothing her hands from her pockets, she rested them perfectly on her fragile hips, walking slowly to the very front of the man and jerking her head to motion him up.

The brute looked up at the green eyed woman, his brown eyes narrowing a bit. He bit back a low growl at being called a pup."I smelled others here." Sinta paused being a bit wary of the sudden approach of the alpha female of the pack here. The gothic male slowly stood seeing the gesture of the female wereling not wanting to be on her bad side. "I was wondering whether you were willing to have a new member. I've been out here for a few days now. I was going to approach someone tonight, but I guess I dont have to now." He puts his hands into his pockets seemingly at ease though every nerve in his body was alive and on high alert.

The black haired male watched the female carefully noting her relaxed posture. The dark alley hid the two werelings perfectly from human eyes and the streets nearby covered up any noise they were making. Sinta sighed and then looked towards the exit of the alley as a dog barked in the distance. His brown eyes glance around before going back to the female infront of him.

Her gaze shifted in between his chocolate hues, mixing and meshing together as her wolf observed closer, lightly growling out from behind the black shadows at the back of her strange mind. They spoke small snarls and whispers into the brute's head, searching and provoking his wolf to be rattled or disturb to see he wasn't a Static. "We're always willing to have more, that is, if you've proven yourself worthy to me. You still have yet to give me a name, or I'll just keep callin' you pup since that is what you are compared to me..." Noctavia tilted her head, examining the young man's body as if it were a brand new car she was considering on buying. He certainly was not a bitten from what she could tell, he was still growing, aging and the small peaks of stubble rose at the peak of his chin. The lip ring he wore reminded her of the one she used to have until she got it caught on her sweater and tore open her lip. It didn't hurt for it brought little pain to a wereling like herself, ripping it out and letting it heal with the help of a passing Omega's wrist. "What are you, seventeen, eighteen years old maybe? Surely you've had at least a bit of training for me to see that you're actually worth something."

She sighed, remembering the last kid, Alexia she believed it was. She was only a few years of age and held not even an ounce of training in her body judging from her history and tone of voice at the time. As much as she wished to train her, it'd tear her away from more important things. Hopefully soon she'll find a Warrior like Damian or maybe even Arielle to teach her while Ryker and her discuss more business since he had return from his trip. There was still much more to talk about, things she needed to get off her mind and put into plans. "I was hoping you'd go a little more into detail about your past by now. What can we, as in my pack, benefit from you and what have you experienced or accomplished along your ways of getting here?"

One of his dark orbs flinched shut for a moment as the Alphess' wolf made his own growl back in responce to the provoking, still having the relaxed nature of his human counterpart. Sinta, who was quickly proving himself to be behind on his social skills, listened to the ebony haired woman infront of him and dipped his head in an apology. "Ah, I apologize. My name is Sinta Tillary." He responded as he felt Noctavia gaze at him like a portrait behind glass at a museum.

"Im turning 19 next month and my mother taught me how to fight in my human form. I go with my instincts alot when I fight in my wolf form." His eyes look blank as he mention the woman who birthed him as if hiding some emotional imbalance within himself. The Wereling believed that his mother mentioned a few of the traditions that a pack would have. He himself would be called a mutt since his jackass sperm donor was a pureblooded wereling and his mother was a bitten. The goth sighed and shook his head clearing his thoughts.

"My 'father' was a pureblood and my mother was bitten. I shifted for the first time when I was 16 and killed four people by accident."Sinta paused looking away remembering the night with vivid detail that made his stomach churn. "I ran away from home and have been on my own for two years. I was attacked by a rouge outside of Chicago and a few vampires in Pennsylvania. As you can see Im still here and not a vampire so." He paused a bit."I have the experience, I've just never stayed with a pack for longer than a month." The older teen rubbed the back of his neck and thengrabbed the rosary around his neck.

[[ Sorry it took so long. ]]

Noctavia listened intently, working her mind around the words and focusing half of her attention both on Sinta, and his wolf. Smirking at his wolf's response, she moved her emerald eyes to mix with his, tilting her head lightly to the side as she twirled a piece of her black hair between her fingers. "You're a mutt then, if I'm correct. You come from a family of both a mortal that had been put through immortality sometime in her life, and then a 'father' that you wish not to speak about that is a pure blood. From what you've told me, proves to me that you were a late bloomer, usually werelings shift at the age of fourteen, sometimes thirteen like myself. But, with that 'first shift' you managed to kill four living souls, and that, my friend, holds similarity." She looked at him before continuing, knowing he knew not of what she spoke of until she would explain. A small grin sliding at the side of her lips, "When I was younger, which was ages ago," She laughed, "I too killed four humans, plus one of my pack's Guardian males that went on to check up on me." The Alphess said in a cocky tone, looking at her blood red nails and chipping the paint, "Sad to say that was his last day of his duties... Not much you could do with a newly shifting wereling. But you see, for days I was put into days filled with training, and I knew how to control it, really, I just chose not too. I'm sure you can figure out the story from there..." Her smile grew to be a sinister grin, baring lightly back her lips to reveal her elongated canines shine under the moon's light.

It was a wonderful story to tell to new additions to her pack, at least then they knew that she wasn't afraid to release her other side without hesitation or thought. It was reckless, like her meals, always leaving a trail of blood to drip from behind as she left the corpses bitten in half. "I've experience little with the blood-suckers, but..." Noctavia shut her eyes slowly, sighing as she remembered finding the note that her greatest fighter, Garrett had been murdered, working along side one of the creatures along with another Alpha our of revenge for love and greed. "one of our warriors were killed in the process of meeting one. I have yet to receive more details of who killed him precisely, but I assure you the vampires have nothing against us. We have tricks up our sleeves that close to no one knows about and we hope to keep it that way." She opened her eyes slowly, pulsing lime and emerald as it turned to meet his again. Her tone loosing a bit of interest in her own words, paining her to know that one of her packmembers were no longer living, especially one that had fallen in love so fast with another, until she was exiled for personal issues. Sighing, she stood straighter, keeping her arms folded neatly across her chest, "Maybe you could help some of our warriors with your experiences to help build a better way for them once the time comes and they encounter one. They're easy to kill, from what I know, so it doesn't worry me about my warriors killing them off. I'll give you the rank of the warrior, but you must swear your life not only to me, but to my pack, giving them the equal respect towards them as you would for yourself. If I hear disturbances being made, I won't think twice into throwing you off the hotel's roof. I don't want to be hearing that your duties weren't being fulfilled either, and if I do, that'll be the last you'll see the light. Understood?"

Sinta listened to the Alphess's words and grimaced when she called him a mutt. He shook his head slightly when she told her story partly and sighed. The goths eyes looked away as he remembered coming to amidst the destruction that he had caused and watching his neighbors and best friend die becuase of his first shift. And even still the missing peice of his heart that died as well that night. "I only killed three humans. And thats as far as Im going to elaborate with that part." He kept his eyes on the Alphess and narrowed his deep brown eyes as her fangs elongated. Normally he wouldnt have been alarmed, but this woman had rank ,age ,and most definitly experience on him.

He was slightly put off that one of her warriors was killed by a vampire. It led him to question the ways that it happened, but he shook his head and cleared his thoughts from the topic. She seemed to be in pain talking about the warrior who was killed and he stayed silent and attentive not even flinching as the blackette threatened his life by throwing him off of a hotel roof. He guessed it must have been a large hotel if he would die instead of catching himself. Sinta dipped his head. "I understand and I will do whatever is nessesary." He paused for a moment.

"Alphess Noctavia." His mind was made up and with the Alphess's permission he would be loyal to her pack. He looked into her bright green eyes for a moment a confidence in then that he had never had before.

Noctavia didn't smile, or acknowledge his choice any further for she knew it was made, a permanent way and reason for him to stay within her pack and fight by her packmembers' sides. There was always a catch to it all, but, luckily, there wasn't one for now, only but a rank to be given and the magic words she spoke, "I hear by announce you Warrior Sinta, a Warrior of Eternal Darkness." She smirked, turning on her heels after nodding to Sinta for a goodbye. "See ya around." As the Alphess moved back, she arched her back and let out a growl as the body of a wolf warped her body. Her long strands of black hair shortening and stretching over her skin like wild-fire, a blanket of obsidian fur to cover while her nose elongated into a muzzle, a row of sharp teeth and two long canines to follow.

Standing on her four legs, she darted into the shadows within the blink of an eyes, a snarl curling from her throat and out into the open, releasing a beautiful howl to the moon, calling to the rest of their newest addition. Expanding her mind-speak into his now that it was easier and more trusted, her words slurred and hissed to his brute's side, "Welcome to the pack, Sinta." Darting at increasing speed, the fae pumped her legs faster and faster and faster at the realization of getting home to sleep. If only she could run forever, to be free and not have to worry about the things that cause people to wonder why? But things don't always turn out the way one would plan, leaving surprises around the corner and more to discover...

[[ Don't answer after this. Change your name to Warrior Sinta, you may now roam about the Eternal Darkness territories and neutrals as you please. ]]