Let's see if you can keep up, (Cinder)

I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

It had taken, but a few moments, before Macabre laid eyes on the femora. Her orbs narrowed into those small slits as she watched for a moment, silent and sound. It was clear that this lupine, a female, knew she was here. It was her attitude, that Bree was sure would end up being a mad mess. Already she could tell that this stranger strolled with a certain swagger and one Macabre would love to break into little bits of nothingness. A reminder that she, too, was just another being on this planet. The Hellion suddenly propelled herself onto all four limbs and then jumped down with a wise grace, paws hitting the ground lightly. Her eyes stared on the female the whole time, staring deeply into them. Bree's tailed was cocked higher, showing her rather dominant side. There was no reason for her to submit to this mongrel, as she would hold hold nothing for her. The only thing Bree needed to remember was her face. Macabre never forgot a face.

"Going somewhere, deary?" Bree questioned, tilting her dome to the side and letting those orbs glare. Her lyrics were clipped and icy. Why bother to hide the fact that Bree didn't want her here? Nevertheless, she wouldn't get worked up over something. Calmness her strong suit. A hidden card she showed face up. Her forelimbs stopped a mere few feet from the other lupine, showing that space was of no issue to her. The sun had disappeared now, wasted away, but she had gotten enough sun time to last her for awhile. The breeze, however, still carried that so, so sweet smell of fall. It was the main reason Bree was in such a good standing. Unknowing, she began to gently massage her paws on the stone. Her nails rubbing along the weathered surface. A soft moss had formed on some of the stones and it was pulled away with the sharpened nail, crumbling and slipping down to the more grassy part. Her orbs never shifted from the gal and continued to stare straight into their depths.

Macabre smelled deeply and allow a soft growl. "You're part of a pact.." Her voice trailed, though she wasn't really speaking to the lupine before her. It was more of a statement to herself that she stated out loud. She didn't care to hide anything. Bree was as blunt as she was a bitch. Wasn't like much would hurt her feelings anyway. "Which pact?" Her voice was demanding as she always was, however the answer to the question wasn't once she desperately needed to know. It was more of that curious edge that popped up for no reason.

I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

Macabre stared with dull orbs. This femme wasn't fazing and not in the least bit interesting to Bree. A yawn opened her wide jowls, showing those pearly canines before snapping shut in a fury. Midway through her talking, Bree's eyes had wondered off to else where as she rolled those rather massive shoulder blades. Calmness, it swept through her veins and kept her thinking level headed. This gal didn't bother Bree in the least and fear was something that Macabre rarely ever felt and definitely wasn't feeling now. "Done yet?" Her tone was icy as she shifted her gaze back, seeing that the lupine was done talking now. Her insults on her brilliance meant little to her, as Bree knew she wasn't stupid. In fact, she would go far to consider herself a roaming genius. Oh, the glorious assassins she had made. They had been wonderful and so planned out, to the finest detail. A sneer crossed over her features before she couched out a high pitched giggle.

"Indeed, I am bright. Thank you for pointing that out, though I don't really need it put in black and white." A false smile touched those thin black lips before disappearing once more quickly. "My manners, deary? Your pitiful pack doesn't do much to keep me tame, so I'll let my manners run as free as they'd like. " Her dome tilted to the side before chucking. "The fact that you need them as a threat enlightens me. Please, do tell me how they treat you." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she began to stride forward now, right past the lupine. Her pelt could've brushed against Eclipse had she made a mistake in her stride, but that didn't happen and Bree kept on the same path. "Who is your Alpha, then, child? Does he need any work done for him?" Never one to miss a job opportunity, Macabre slowed her past and looked back at her. "Or you can keep it to yourself. I have enough courage to ask him, myself, though that's an awful long journey. One I wish to spare making." And that wash ow odd she was. Able to be so snappy and bitchy one second to completely professional another second.

I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

A hiss of laughter rang through her vocal cords as Bree listened to the female jump upon the rock and then speak. Her moronic mind was becoming quite an amusing thing for her now as Bree appeared to eye something and then slowly turn to look at her. "Mutt? I do believe I am full bred Timber lupine. Perhaps your inbred mind doesn't quite understand that." A shrug rolled of her shoulders become she sat her rump the mossy grass beneath her. Macabre tilted her dome to the side before chuckling deeply. "And you're clearly missing the point though I guess I shouldn't suspect a wolf such as yourself to understand. Doing your own dirty work puts the blame on the pack itself, causing uprising problems. Having someone else who doesn't believe... Well, they go after that lupine, not the pack." A bit of a snicker came from her lips. Bree was putting on not act. After all, she was no actress and wasn't going to spare any sympathy for anyone, resulting in all the insults that flew from her maw.

"Nevertheless, I don't believe I will take your answer to heart. Maybe when I grow bored of this life, I'll go ask the Alpha in person." The hint of a smirk made her stony features shift a bit before falling to their relaxed state. Nothing ever worked up Bree. Not words, not work, and definitely not a female. Her mind when crazy with other things. Nightmares of pure chocs, holding things that most would never be able to conjure up. Macabre could. She could paint a world of blood, flesh, and bone. It was, perhaps, the reason nothing fazed her in the real world. All because she had seen worse things when she should be most people. A sigh escaped her before upturning those orbs into the female lupine. "Oh, but look what I have forgotten in all of this flurry of insulting words. My name is Macabre, Bree for short." Again, the turning of her mood was on a dime and the glint in her words seem to recede once more.

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I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

Words. Words never really went behind Bree's ears. She shrugged them off as one does the following snow. Someone could bash her all they wanted and never would Bree even give a hint of emotion about them expect that calm and cool face. However, when it came to a fight or brawl? That was when Macabre was perhaps most scary. It was when a chilly air seemed to rip that calmness away and she was in full fighting mode. A killer on the loose, a lupine lost to the world of violence. Since she hardly ever got truly mad, when her anger came bubbling up it was like a volcano. A lava exploding mountain that didn't care to quit anytime soon. All that pent up anger was suddenly there and Bree channeled into thinking and executing each blow handed down. Plus, she had dealt with lupine constantly picking her apart with much harsher words than most anyone could up with. What anyone else said had could barely compare to what had been said to her.

The sudden softness in the female, Eclipse, didn't bother Bree much. Maybe she was trying to defuse the situation, or perhaps she was going to try to manipulate Macabre into doing something, which probably wouldn't happen. Instead, she tiled her head and smirked though it could have been considered a smile as well. "Changing a bit on the attitude, eh?" Macabre was always one to put things bluntly and calling things out as she saw them. Basically, Bree didn't care what came out of that mouth of hers. "Eclipse, I don't believe it's been all that nice though I will take most of the blame." A shrug took the muscles of her shoulders and shifted them. "Nevertheless, I'm always one to act accordingly. So please, do tell about Hell." Bree paused for a moment before adding. "I'm not trying to pry, or anything. I just normally don't have very friendly conversations where actual questions are asked. " With that, Macabre allowed her stomach to fall to the soft grass and sliding down. The coolness was a relief and a sigh hummed throughout her petite bodice.

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I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

Macabre shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I'm making a horrid attempt at conversation and clearly failing. Hm, the Alpha. What is the Alpha like in Hell?" Was the question that rolled off her lips. She was actually curious to how he treated his members, seeing that most of them where crazed and probably often stepped out of line. Nevertheless, Bree had plans for Hell. One day.... One day she might just challenge the Alpha, see what he was made of and all that he was worth. Of course, this would be something in the distant future and if Bree ever got crazy about being Alphess, which wasn't exactly high up there as something to do. She was content, at the moment, with how her life was working out. She met new lupine everywhere she went, working in favors and getting more of what she wanted. 'Course, there was always a bad apple in the bunch. Bree was thirsting for some kind of blood. Some female to hurt and kill. Too bad all those females resided in Hell and Macabre didn't need an entire pack, chasing after her like she was a rabbit in the hunt. A smirk came to her maw with that kind of through. She'd love to prove just how witty and cunning she was when it came down to it and what a perfect way for her to show it. A man hunt through Drei.

I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.

Bree listened, though not very intently. She didn't considered this lupine stupid enough to share anything she wasn't suppose to, though she did chuckle with she spoke of the Alpha being the best. Of course he was, no one would challenge him. Fear, if nothing else, gripped their poor little souls and it made Macabre chuckle a bit before continuing to inspect her paw as she listened. As her next questions came, Macabre rolled onto her back before humming, thinking about what she was being asked. "I come from a land much darker than this, less liveable, if you will. I had a pack and becoming to strong, I became a threat." Bree said this in no demanding way, simply stating the fact on why she had been betrayed. "On a mission, I was suppose to be killed. I wasn't, obviously." A roll of her shoulders sent her shrugging, before chuckling. "I wonder alone because I can't take anyone else for so long. Lupine are annoying, immature, and stupid. No one seems to take silence for a gift anymore." Macabre, her totally blunt self, said before rolling back over onto her stomach. She blinked those beautiful blue orbs before sighing. "A life alone is one without much stress."