Edge of Glory - open

[freya]

The sweet aroma of fuits flooded her nose the moment she entered the trees. Crisp green apples hang from the branches of the trees and looked mouthwatering. She turned her nose to the ground, nudging the apples that laid on the ground, begining to rot from the inside out. Huffing, the demon alpha turned her head back up to the fresh fruit for a moment before glancing around. No one was around nearby, good she thought as she gathered her muscles underneath her before jumping, her teeth just missing the apple she had her eye on.

Landing on the ground without her prize, she turned her eyes back up towards it, glaring hard at the fruit hoping her stare would make it fall off. Sadly it didnt. Freya glanced around again, before concentrating her powers on the stalk of the fruit, breaking it free. She allowed the apple to drop and roll before she retrieved it, the sweet jucies filling her mouth as she munched away at her prize.

[Charlie]

A soft breeze ruffled course fur, and the wearer of the fur took a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling. It was summer, and the hot, lazy days gave testament to this fact. The wolf limped as she walked. Since she had last been to these lands, the rot had spread; and yet, through some miracle, all of her bones remained in place. If she looked at her boney paw from the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw whisps of purple and blue magic dancing along her prominent knuckles. Black magic, if you asked her. Thoughts of the only other occurance of necromancy she had seen flowed through her head. Luna, a wolf she had never known, had been summoned from beyond the grave by none other than the power-hungry Demon Pack Alpha.

Charlie opened her eyes, a combination of sympathy and anger warring in her. She remembered how close they had been to bringing that bitch down, but... It hadn't been meant to be. Not then at least, and perhaps not now, but Charlie was still determined to try a second time. She believed it to be the only way she could finally return to the after life. If she died trying, then so be it. Death seemed an unobtainable thing now anyways. Freya hadn't been able to do her in then, and if the wolf that controlled the very cosmos couldn't do it, then she doubted anything else could.

The dark wolf continued, limping heavily. By now the rot had run up her leg and under her chest, exposing ribs and the organs behind them. Through some twisted magic, the organs still worked, and if Charlie lay on her side, the world could be given a macabre view of her heart beating, and lungs collapsing and filling. Sections of her spine stuck out in unnatural spikes. Apparently something in her was still growing, for the discs in a wolf spine didn't normally come to deadly points, yet there was hers.

Delicate scents of flowers and blossoms reached her nose. It seemed no matter the season, the Fruity Grove always had something to bear. Charlie made her way there, a trail of whispy frost following her. An eternal blizzard seemed to chill the air around her, a half-hearted attempt to control the rotting. A sound caught her attention, and Charlie froze, the only sound around her being the hissing as blades of grass crystalized in ice. Crunch. Her ears pricked forwards, and she paused a moment before continuing, not in the least concerned about concealing her presence.

Before her, a red/pink wolf was eating an apple. The eyebrow above a dead eye rose, and Charlie sat. "Your standards must have slipped since I'd seen you last, Freya." Her raspy voice could've awakened the dead, for how horrible and gritty it sounded; like she was garggling glass. "I always had you pegged as a bloody, dripping meat kind of gal."

[freya]

The fruit was sweet, juicy and crisp, something that they didnt get in the demon territory. It was a nice change, and helped clean the teeth with the flesh of the apple but it could not beat a hunk of bloody meat. At least she was minding her own business whilst she was eating. Of course she was, she was alone...or so she thought.

The scent of death, decay and rot slowly wafted towards her, getting stronger and stronger. There was only one wolf that smelt like that, Charlie. Couldnt she fall over and die...again, Freya thought as her eyes glanced up in the direction of the scent, her mouth chewing more slowly on the apple. She took the last mouthful of her fruit leaving the seeds and core of it, before batting it away just as Charlie spoke.
"Your standards must have slipped since I'd seen you last, Freya." Standards, whatever the demon alpha thought as she turned her attention fulling on Charlie. There was nothing in her voice, no anger, no taunting, just the usual raspy voice. Though even that had gotten worse she thought.
"I always had you pegged as a bloody, dripping meat kind of gal." Well the undead wolf had that one correct. She was a bloody meat girl though all wolves were, she just liked it more so.
"Talking of standards, you've definitely let yours fall too, ever heard of a bath?" she asked using the same tone that Charlie had used on her.

She pawed the rotten apples out of her way, much like she wished to do with this wolf. Her presence was unnatural, more so than she was.
"You know, i could give you your fur back to blend in better with the others?" she offered. Oh she didnt do it of free will, if Charlie accepted, Freya would hold her in debt and would call upon her to aid her sometime, it was only fair she thought. Warmth and fur was much better than looking at bones.
"Or i could simply bring you back to life, no need for magic to keep you here. And no i wouldnt keep you, i wont control you either."

[Charlie]

"Talking of standards. you've definitely let yours fall too, ever heard of a bath?" The alpha's voice sounded bored and nonchalant. It brought an eerie grin to the undead wolf's face when Freya had copied her own tone. It wasn't difficult to see through Freya's demeanor, though. Her mood set the air around her, and spoke volumes; she wasn't so happy to see Charlie. At least in that aspect, they shared something in common. Charlie had sort of been hoping Freya would've passed away by now. She wouldn't have bet her tail on it, but it was still a hope. "You know, I could give you your fur back to blend in better with the others? ...

"Or I could simply bring you back to life, no need for magic to keep you here. And no, I wouldn't keep you, I won't control you either." Well, that all depended on her definition of "control." Charlie wouldn't put it passed Freya to hold it over her head. ... For a long time. There was a flicker of annoyance in the depths of her eyes, it could even almost be considered anger, but Charlie kept her temper and grinned. It was the grin of death, devoid of any true mirth or glee; it was mocking. She was tempted to remind Freya of her blatant refusal before, and how she hadn't changed her mind in these years past.
But, she had a better retort in mind... "Freya..." She paused to raise an eyebrow and regard the female with an expression of amusement. "I'm dead." Laying down casually, the undead female regarded Freya with a look of contempt. Her voice was rather blunt as she pointed it out. "The dead don't concern themselves with aesthetic pleasentries.

"Making people uncomfortable is of no concern to me. I've come to accept my fate... Have you yours?" Rising, she fixed the alpha with an icy stare.