ooc;I have permission to P.P in this post. ^^ No worries!

A deep, throaty growl grew inside the Alpha’s throat. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was dogs like these. Dogs that knew no boundaries in how they treated each other, and simply assumed they were in charge of everything. Her amber-red eyes narrowed in dislike and annoyance as she strutted towards the new dog, raven hackles raised slightly. She growled louder as she grew closer, barely able to pry the words from her mouth. ”Did you happen to know that I’m Alpha of the Moonpack?” She whispered angrily, ears flicked backwards to monitor the Sunner. After all, you could never be too careful. However, the shepherd’s attention remained focused on the new dog, now falling victim of her anger.

Without warning, the Alpha leapt onto the canine before her. She did not retract her claws, or open her mouth to bite but simply wanted to get the message straight: she’s the boss. Nahla’s paws were squared onto the new dog’s chest, pushing her weight onto the female’s windpipe with a cold carelessness. Her raven tail lashed around in amusement and anger, eyes boring holes into the new dog. The Alpha tore her next words from her muzzle. ”Watch it, kid.” Again, without warning, Nahla thrust her head at the other dog and snapped her neck with one quick, painful bite. The metallic taste of blood against her tongue was all too familiar, but she managed to bare the sharp taste and forced it down her throat.

Two small puncture wounds were left at the base of the neck, swollen and bleeding. Nahla shot the dog and poisonous gaze and quietly relived her of her weight, carrying herself in a dominant manner. Her head was held high and her tail up and slightly stiff; a sign that she was ready for a sudden attack or maneuver. On furry ear was flicked onto the dog, picking up every movement, while the other was focused on the Sunner, who seemed upset that no one could understand her.

Big shocker there. Nahla looked at her coldly, silently trying to piece together what she was saying by reading her tones. ”Pardon?” She asked coldly, an angered amusement hinting her tones. A small smirk played on the Alpha’s muzzle, who seemed to be enjoying the Sunner’s ramblings of some different language. She eased herself onto her haunches into a sit, flicking her tail in a slight warning to the other dog: “I’m watching you. Play your pieces carefully.”

She reacted almost immediately when the female had repeated the word she had said in a roar of anger. She closed her eyes and yelled quiet loudly, "Oac, IDIOT!" Spikes shot up from the ground almost immediately, in a neat little circle around Midna. The spikes were merely only a few feet tall, bunched up together and appeared like thorns made of the same material as the concrete. She reopened her eyes, and blinked at what she did. Hm, that was weird. She looked up at the female and listened to her and the subordinate Mooner. It was odd there was no attempt to attack Midna. She didn't care, really. For some reason she had just turned to the new dog.

Her ears perked at the name, and looked to the new dog. So her name was Trihark, wasn't it? Funny name. Sounded like if it was from the old ages. She stood up, and padded around in little circles, trying to burn off the pent up energy she had from staying there. Oh, if she could just hang around with more.. open-minded freaks. Midna stopped and looked up, hearing the name of the jet black female. Nalha? That sounded like if it came from some disney movie. She felt herself straighten up when she was adressed. There was something about how she had spoken her question that pissed her off. She said nothing of the sort, really. Maybe there was just something that set off the Alpha alarm to other dogs that she didn't know. Her tail made a weird little jerk, and appeared to have grown about an inch longer over the minute or so that the two Mooners were conversing.

Midna's eyes locked upon Nalha's eyes in some weird, tense staredown. Usually when two dogs who hated eachother made eye contact, there would be a fight. When two Alphas did it, there was just some tension like in a suspense action movie. One would wait for the other to move.. and then they would attack at the same time. There was a long pause, before she gave a little nod. "Oac." Her tone was raw and empty, Though of course, deep within she was itching for a fight, just a small chance to own this Alpha and show her not to try and tangle with Midna in a sort of insane crazy way of her own little style of fighting. However, she was still- an odd, flame maned statue with bloody wings. Now it was time to wait and see. What other question would this female toss at her next? Heck, what would she do? The other one won't do anything- if she was hurt that badly by her own Alpha in her normal form, Midna could easily take her life.

She made a small, inward sigh, waiting.

The raven shepherd watched the Sunner carefully, ready for anything. This was the tension she had been awaiting; ready for. Any minute now, there could be an attack; an attack Nahla knew she could not survive. Not from a dog twice her size with God knows how many powers. However, she showed no signs of her inside emotion. Her expression was hard and cold, just like her eyes – just like her heart. Her tail flicked across the floor a few times, suddenly aroused by the rumbling of several rock-formed spikes, surrounding the Sunner. Nahla took a hesitant step back, a slight emotion – fear – glazed in her eyes for a brief second.

However, through the cracks of the spikes she saw that the Sunner looked rather surprised, too – was this a power she didn’t know of? Nahla flicked her ear towards Trihark as she heard the female reply. So she had decided to come with her – ”Smart.” Nahla said, rather loudly. Her tone was smug and sneer. “We can find you a den and you can clean your wounds properly at the lake.” She added, voice a bit softer. The Alpha’s attention was mainly focused in on the Sunner now, who mumbled, ”Oac.” Oac? Oac…was that yes? Again, Nahla tried to read her tones. It sounded like a yes…

Her eyes narrowed slowly, and one flicked back to see that Trihark was…banging her paw against the floor. She narrowed her eyes further, in dislike, and stood. Her muscules, again, were taut, however they weren’t as tense as before. She held her posture with extreme dominance, tail high and flicking; chin up and hackles slightly raised. Without a word, she silently padded around the circle of rocks, examining them. This was a power she had never seen before.

Finally, Nahla addressed the Sunner’s response. ”If that is a yes,” She began coldly, returning the Sunner’s hard, challenging stare with an equal level of intensity. Her teeth flashed for a minute, a light red against raven, when she continued. ”Then what is your name?”

ooc;; ICKY. D: D:

Her name.. her name.. Oh! She knew that question. She took a long pause, gazing down at the sharp line of spikes that had been created when she had her outburst. She stopped however, and looked up. Heh, the mutt did get some of her language- one of the easiest words yet. A smirk creased her muzzle, showing the unusually large teeth and canines that glimmered in the sunlight. Now then, due to the coldness that the female gave her, the Sunner would normally just go, 'Why would you need to know?' But of course, she was trapped in the vessel of her Sun form, with all the contents that go with it, including the odd tounge.

The mix lowered her head and tilted it to the side as she scratched the back of her ear with a hind paw. She used this to gain some time, and of course, she felt a small itch. Regaining her usual posture, she began to speak in a casual tone, as if she wasn't in her Sun form and that she wasn't being confronted by some mutt who was powerless in the day. "Midna." That was one word she knew for sure she could say. I mean, seriously. She knew her name by heart. Bestowed upon her by her Moon mother. She stared up at the ceiling, and began to examine the room from where she stood. Yes, it was very old, and it was rotting. She wondered if this building would just fall on them right now.

Midna looked up to see a putrid, horrid rat flying through the air and crashing into some trash nearby. She looked to the direction it came from- to Trihark. She looked away, though, bored. The silence dragged on. The sunner looked at the ground, and blinked. The concrete below shifted like water, before rising in the form of a large, basket-ball like sphere floating in the air in front of her. She looked pleased, glancing down at the sphere shaped hole in the ground. She directed her attention to the sphere, and watched it twist and turn into some overly large, life- like owl that was a little over half her height. She didn't know why she did this, but it killed off some time.

Her eyes traveled away from the owl to see the sun high up in the sky. Morning, already close to noon. She sighed. She was wasting time with these two, plus all this quiet-ness was making her angry. However.. she stared at the concrete owl, and raised her paw, as if a silent command to make it fly up. It did, flapping it wings as if it were really flying. It hovered a few feet in the air, solid gray eyes staring right at the two Mooners without blinking or moving.

ooc; my muse is dying. O__o
t.o.d; morning.