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So this was it. The Mafia Territory. Stiletto's grey paws hit the turf softly. Autumn leaves crackled beneath her feet. She looked about. A plane wreck lay near. Interesting. She decided to check it out. An aura of death surrounded the area. She liked it. What she would not do to live here. She picked up her pace, jumping over and dodging the pieces of the broken aircraft. She was careful not to cut herself on sharp, jagged bits of the wreck. She leapt over an edge and found herself inside the aircraft, surrounded by old, mouldy leathery passenger seats. Food lay scattered around the place, along with plastic trays and carts. The control room was no more than a few metres away. She loped towards it. It didn't work, obviously, but tere was no use in not having a peek. She walked into the room. An old corpse lay on the ground. She was amazed that it had stayed there this long. She kicked at a bone. Nothing more to see. Except the pilot's hat. She nudged it with her nose. A rat ran out from beneath it. She leapt at it, grabbing it in her paws. Then she quickly shoved it down. The cap still sat on the ground. She took one last glance at it, and loped away.

She jumped out of the plane, landing neatly on the other side. A wing of the plane had been thrown away from the thing when it crashed. She jogged towards it. It was on an angle, with a space beneath. She walked under it. It was actually hot for an autumn day, so she flopped down onto the ground under the wing. It was shady and comfortable, so she lay there for a bit. There was really nothing else to do.

[»Cyanide]

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Siren's paws bounced easily as they made their way through the Mafian territory. He was heading toward the plane wreck. Ears were raised on either side of his head acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come around. Brown eyes were locked a head of him, scannign around. There wasn't much movement on the land now, but he knew that would only be a matter of time really before it would be bustling with movement. Lower jaw dropping, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines, flapping out the corner of his jaws. The sun was dipping behind a few clouds. Above him the sky was a battleship grey in color. A few birds took flight, their black bodies contrasted against the sky.

Siren's paws leaving perfect heart shaped imprints behind in the dirt as he headed toward the plane crash. He could already see the silver of the plane in the dense lush green trees a head of him near the horizon. Siren had heard stories about this place, about how the humans had gotten sick on the plane, and thats why the plane crashed here. Siren didn't really care about why the plane crashed but the fact that it was there was giving him ample areas to rule over. He smirked at the thought of gathering huge followers here. The mafia would be the second most feared pack in the city, alongside the Cambridge pack. Actually, the mafia were good friends with that pack. Cyanide was one of the most ruthless dogs he'd ever met. Her heart was as cold as ice and black as oil.

He loped beneath a few low lying branches as he wormed his way around a few tree trunks. A few twigs lightly scaped against his hide, but he didn't mind it one bit. He found a spot where the water had collected over the weeks of rain and crouched down beside it to take a few drinks. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until now. After lapping up the cold water, Siren pressed onward. Above the sun vanished and not much light broke through teh branches. It was dark, but not that dark here. You were able to get around much better during the day then the night. The night was like walking through a oil slick.

As he neared the site, his nose twitched. A fae was nearby. Smirking, but keeping his guard up, Siren decided to find out the real meaning why this bitch was here. He pressed onward and loped around the plane wreck itself, snuffling along the ground. She was inside. He didn't want her to know that he was there just yet. Siren easily jumpde up onto the wing before hopping down, his nails lightly scraping over the metal. He snuffled around the cockpit area and then turned and headed around to the other side where the tail section was. The tail was lying a few feet from the actual plane itself. It had broken off when the plan had crashed. There was a huge hole in the back, seats were still intact going up to the first class cabin. A bit of wire hung down but there was no danger here. The plane was completely dead.

Siren stepped into the plane, nails clicking on the floor as he walked up the center aisle. The fae was in teh front first class section. Once he reached there, he spied her. Smirking, he passed her, but then swung his rump around, planting it on the ground, forelegs coming around to teh front , keeping his upper body erect. Ears rotated forward, awaiting to hear her lyrics. He smirked and began talking.

"Hello there fae..I'm Siren, leader of the mafia. Might i demand why you're on my territory?" he asked keeping his expression calm yet meaningful. If he ewanted to join his pack, that was fine. But tresspassers were going to be punished severely. Possbily even killed. He looked her over. She looked like a healthy specimen though. He didn't tolerate sickly brutes or faes.

[[volde is a sexy beast]]

She stood from her position under the wing, stretched, and looked around. The place had gotten darker. Colder. New scents were carried on the air. The scent of a male wafted past her wet nose. She pricked her auds and sniffed. It was stronger. She turned just in time to see a german shepherd coming into the plane. A low growl rose from the very back of her throat, the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up like an out-of-place mohawk. She barked and advanced. He rested on his haunches. A question was asked, clearly and loudly. Stiletto stared at him. Him, the leader of the Mafia? She shrugged mentally.

Well, of course, she still had to answer the question.
I thought it was pretty obvious. I'm exploring.
She spoke softly but aggressively, her voice had an edge to the tone. Her grey coat shimmered slightly as the sun came back out from behind the clouds. So what was he gonna do? She wouldn't let herself be kicked out. In fact, she'd always wanted to join the Mafia. They were allowed to destroy, were they not? Well, not allowed to destroy and kill, but they did. It would be her dream life.

Leader of the Mafia? Ah, what a powerful position. Might I ask how you got that title?

She still wasn't going to say her name. She could converse with this.. Siren without him having to know her name. If she got to know him a bit better, maybe he could carry the grace of knowing her name. Not right now though.

She shuffled her paws, and sat on her haunches. She was bored with this plane wreck. It smelled of death, but not enough for her liking. She looked over at the corpse. She sniffed at it and inspected the remains. Raising an eyebrow, she overturned a bone with her paw. It rolled for a bit, then stopped. Nothing to do now but wait for the male's reply.

[»Cyanide]

Siren smirked.

"Exploring eh? Careful there fae, you might end up exploring the wrong area," Siren said smirking and then picked up on her next question about how he attained the lead position. He inhaled deeply and then responded.

"How I got the lead? Thats' easy. I started teh mafia myself. I appointed myself lead. Is that a problem for you?" Siren asked raising an eyebrow at her before moving his chocolate orbs onto the corpse for a moment before returning them onto the fae.

"What is your calling?" He asked.

This fae was certainly spicy, but she had to be a bit careful becuase he didn't tolerate any back talking or anything. The mafia was based on respect for one another and not being snarky and sarcastic toward fellow members or leaders for that matter.

But things were certainly interesting when this fae was arond. It would be curious and wonderful to see what would come of this meeting. Ears were rotated forward, acoustics cupping any noise that might come from her. While the plane reeked of death and decay, it didn't bother him much. He watched her play with a bone before he lowered his muzzle and picked up one of the femur bones and clamped it in his mouth. He grinned over it and tossed his head.

"Come on fae, lets get out of here." He said and patiently waited for her to respond.

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She raised an eyebrow.

Started it? Well, I suppose you're very good at spreading the news. Everyone knows about it. You're in a powerful position, deary.

She sighed. Her ears then twisted forward to hear his next comment. Or rather, question. She thought about her answer. What made him think she was going to tell him? I suppose the reason she told him was because that if she didn't this conversation was going nowhere. She wanted it to go somewhere. She delighted at the though of what this may lead to.

I guess you expect me to actually tell you my name? What makes you think I will? Well, I suppose, it'd be a bit of a threat for me if I didn't. I'm Stiletto.

She let her head fall to one side a bit, then sighed. He tossed a bone about. She stared at him as he shook it between his teeth. Nothing to do. He said something else. Let's get out of here. This immediately caught her attention. The word 'let's'. So now I guess they were walking around together instead of as individuals? That suited her perfectly fine, though she preferred to be alone.

I suppose we shall. You're lucky I can be bothered to, brute, I may have said no.

With that comment said she smirked and stood up. She decided to take the lead, that was the position she liked to be in. She walked out of the cabin and jumped out of the plane. Unlike most people who jump out of planes, she didn't fall from the sky, crash, and die instantly. No, she jumped gracefully. It was only a metre she had to jump, and her paws landed neatly on the other side. It had gotten darker. She started to jog to the wing, then stood by it, cocking a hind leg.

Where to?, she called back to him.