The Dark Wolf

It was starting to get late and the Era of Hell had retaken their steps cautiously now that Seraphim and her White Gale organization now stood up against the heels, this off course did not meddle with Shanari's plans, infact, the Russian found her plans to now succeed much more faster and easier. A dark grin upon the Russian's while she exited the federation building. She was wearing her usual black long jacket with black sports bra underneath, a small black tribal tatoo of a howling wolf on the right side of her stomach going up to her chest as the wolf's head was upwards to howl, black baggy pants and combat boots.

Shanari took a quicker route to her room and to her knowledge, much safer. She stepped in one of the long alley's, luckily no one was around as usual, just a few cats here and there that quickly avoided her. The Russian began to look around though, something alerted her, something strong.

Dulsa layed deep in the shadows of the ally. It had been just over a week since she had her brutally violent match with Sharayia. She was now comtempating what would happen with her Seraphim and Sharaiya in the near future. Dulsa then stopped and looked toward the end of the ally she walked a firmiliar looking figure loomed near her. "Sharayia the Lunatic Wolf!? No... someone else..." Dulsa hid in the shadows of the alley and steathfully tried to examine whom this person was.

Shanari kept on walking for a while, her eyes widened a little when she did feel someone's presence near her, stopping her slow walk down the alley and looked to the sides within the deep shadows, she should keep herself in a logical advantage but instead she started to step closer to the shadows with a grin on her face.

" Well well.. It wouldn't be a White Gale weakling trying to follow me now? Huh? I usually beat the living daylight out of them. "

Shanari would watch quietly through the shadows, starting to step closer into them.

"Im afriad I know nothing of this White Gale you speak of..." Dulsa then appeard from the shadows walking dead into the moonlight in front of Shanari.

"I am Dulsa... I don not think we've met before but I feel like our path's have crossed somehow. Dulsa stood in in the alley with her arms crossed wanting to know just who the stranger was.

" Ahaaa... "

Shanari stood right infront of Dulsa, almost nose against nose while she glared into her eyes, it wasn't long before Shanari's famous knowing grin appeared and spoke out gently to her.

" Dulsa, huh..? The one that got her ass kicked by my sister, Sharaiya. I presume? "

"Your sister never beat me... And If i recall she had an ass kicking as well." Dulsa retorted with a coy grin. "But now im curious...I've heard the name White Gale before, I don't remember where however... What is it?"

" ... Nothing. "

Shanari then simply turned and decided to walk away from her, it was getting dark, too dark for her to be alone. She had alot of missions to do, this was not something she had to do, talk with someone who would only make her upset or something like that. Waving her off over her shoulder.

" Well Dulsa.. I don't feel like kissing up with you and talk about it over some wine, hehe.. Catch you later. "

"Dont you turn your back on me like that!" Dulsa ran toward Shanari and grabbed her shoulder while yelling to her as she attempted to spin Sharani around to face Dulsa. "I want some awnsers!!!"

Shanari did blink once when she was spun around once grasped but immidiatly she was going to toy with Dulsa's head, bringing her head in close so their foreheads were touching and gave her a teasing wink, the sadistic wolf was now going to play with a new victim, she was going to show how much different she was from Sharaiya.

" Now Now Dulsa.. Can't this wait in the bedroom? Hahaha. "

Dulsa then backed her head away took a couple steps back with her now blushing face a deep red. "Wha- what? No! this isn't anything that belongs in the bedroom!!!" Dulsa was caught off guard she usally enjoyed flirting with boys but she was definitly caught off guard by Shanair's flirtatious attitude.