Quietly, swiftly the sleek far left on her mission. Freedom to come and go, lifted her light steps. She had her mission, and she was damn well going to do it to the best of her abilities. Her first priority was to get rid of the scents of Pyrvanthros. Though she was still relatively new to the pack, it's scent had saturated her fur. She went to the neutral territory and proceeded to roll through the underbrush. Displacing the scent of pack living was no easy feat to do. She did many things to make her scent as that of a packless stray. When she was satisfied that her scent was masked, the sleek fae turned her nose to the boarders of the pack rumored to be lead by a demon.

Although she liked to keep her life, she liked even more to sneak around and get as much info on anyone she could. Who knows, some info could be used to better her position. A thought crossed her mind as she kept her steps light and upon as much dense mossy covered ground as she could. Did she really want to gain a high position? Her freedom would be minced and more responsibility put on her. A soft snort escaped between her slightly opened jaws. No, she like this position just fine and she'd try and keep it for as long as possible.

Her destination looming closer, Marona slowed her speed a bit, making sure that she didn't make any noise to alert the infamous pack and any of its inhabitants. Marona kept to the shadows, slipping here and there as she closed in on the boarder. Once there she hesitated only briefly. The ingrained lesson that one did not cross another pack's boarder without permission almost had her stopping completely. But the temptation of juicy info lured her on. She shivered slightly as she passed over the line, hoping that no one was too close.

She was pissed. A raging black storm of fury crashed through the sleek, lightly colored fae as she was ambushed from the front. She had trodden carefully through the land and yet here she was thrown to the ground with a snarling giant of a brute barring his fangs in her face. She had been looking in the wrong direction when he had jumped her. It had felt like a tree had hit her, knocking the wind from her lungs. He had punctured the scruff of her neck and it stung with pain but she paid it no mind. Her thoughts turned inward as she yelled and berated herself. It wasn't so much that she was afraid of the Demon King, hell she didn't even know him. This guy sure as hell didn't look to be the feared Teren that she had heard of. She had only heard of his reputation through various rumors. But this male could be as large as the demon brute. Marona was quite disgusted with herself because she had been caught. After all she had said to her alpha, she had jinxed herself. Why did she have to add "Oh, but I don't want to tempt fate, I've never been caught," at the end, her inner voice said in an innocently sarcastic tone. She should have just said that she had been a scout before and left it at that.

She lay below the male, his weight upon her so that she couldn't move, not even a wiggle. To be honest she didn't want to tempt fate anymore than she already had. She lay still, sensing that this make wouldn't hesitate to hurt her worse if she struggled. She whined in appeasement, trying to let him know she meant no harm. Snarling, the male demanding she give her name. Magnus had specifically told her not to tell any who her pack was, that meant even her name. Dare she give him her real name? No, she would give her sister's name. "Well, if you would really like to know who I am," She said glaring up into a pair of emerald fires, "my name is Marthona, you great brute." She said with all seriousness and a straight face. "I have heard rumors that a dark demon rules these lands and wanted to see him for myself at a distance. Before I made a decision." There were truth to her words, truth and not whole truths. She hoped that she was convincing.

Short but sweet so we can wrap this up. ^^

Breath, the very thing everyone and everything needed to survive was slowly being cut off. The giant brute above her had not ceased his snarling and it seemed he was even more pissed off than she. Well she did just cross the sacred boundary line. A feat only done by those who were rogue or had a death wish, would actually dare to cross the border of another pack. It looked like she had picked the wrong side. Now she was below this giant of a brute with his weight baring down upon her side and throat, cutting off her oxygen.

With every second passing and very little air making its way into her lungs, Marona started to struggle a little as fear and panic entered her eyes. Never had she had this happen to her and never had she done it. She was too small. She didn't dare whine anymore, otherwise she would loose what air she had. She did see a slight start of surprise in the brute at her answer but that quickly flew away as if it had never crossed him. Her answer was something that would have surprised anyone, but it just flew out of her mouth and she decided to roll with it.

The twin emerald fires glared deadly flames into her light amber eyes, denying her name. Fear strengthened in her heart, making her tremble when he spoke then elaborated. "No, you are not Marthona, nor do you have any sort of title here. You are a trespasser, a nothing!" At first, she had feared that her little fib hadn't worked but then realized he was telling her in general that she was a nobody. Nothing? She was a nothing!? A quick look of confusion passed over her features; she wasn't nothing! She was Marona, a girl who looked out for herself when times were in her favor. Then the confusion quickly left to be replaced with terror. She sighed a mental sigh of relief but the fear and panic in her eyes never let up. It was real stark terror that she was feeling. She thought that she would pass out from the lack of oxygen and hoped he would get off so that she could breath once again. His voiced bellowed at her letting her know exactly what he thought of her. He didn't think that she would be anything that their pack would want nor could she provide anything that they needed. If he, a high rank, thought that, then she had a very slim chance of leaving with her life.

Marona didn't know how much terror one could hold, but if she were capable she would be as white as snow from the blood draining from her face. When he released her, her maw was opened, her tongue laying limply and she gasped in the much needed air to stave away the blackness that had been creeping in around her vision. When his snarled question registered in her mi d, she started to shake her head in denial. With the way this brute was she never wanted to see the inside of these lands again, even if it was only the border. Brother?? The Alpha was this brute's BROTHER?? now all she wanted to do was die a swift death. If this brother held much satisfaction with torturing her here at the border, she didn't want to know what the Alpha would do with her.

Although Marona would never have given anyone the satisfaction of making her beg, she mentally lifted her chin and knew for her Alpha she would do anything to make him proud. They needed information on Teren and she would play the cowardly female if it meant getting the inside scoop on the pack. When the male got off her, she tried to run away, but she hadn't even risen to her feet before the great brute latched his fangs non too gently into her back right leg. She let a sharp cry escape her when his teeth sank through her hide and started to drag her deeper into the demonic pack lands. "No, please!! Let me go! I don't want to see the demon, I changed my mind. Please, please let me go!! I want to live!!" Her front paws tried to find purchase in the wet soil, scrabbling to get away but she could find none. Even to her own ears, Marona thought she sounded disgustingly pathetic with her begging. With true fear lacing her voice it wasn't hard to believe that she was being genuine and trying to escape. She only prayed that she survived her encounter with the Demon King and his brother.