Disclaimer- blah, I really hate these. Anyway, I don't own the Teen Titans. I DO own the plot, and all OC's.

Summary- The ashen werewolf must return and report his lose to the hunt leader...

AN- Yeah, chapter 2! Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I'd imagine that you wouldn't be reading still if you didn't. So, here we go!
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The Demon in Your Eyes

By: Chaos Moonbane

Part 1- Chapter 2

The Ties That Bond

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The red devil looked out from the alley as two others of its kinda came running at it. The first was tall, but not as tall as its leader. Its pelt was a dark tan with some wisps of black mixed in, a white throat and belly and black paws and muzzle tip. His eyes were a placid blue, set an average length apart, giving his face an almost emotionless expression.
"Did you locate the prey, Rama? "
The red werewolf asked, facing the tan werewolf.
"I did not even scent her Rasken." The tan answered, then bowed his head. The red, Rasken, nodded.
"Very well then."
Rasken took a few steps to the left, stopping at a very tall creature, standing a half-foot higher than he was. The beast was a female, her pelt a deep black all over. There were some stray gray pieces of fur along her muzzle, showing that she was getting on in age. Her eyes were a strange red and purple color, almost an amaranthine. She looked down at Rasken.
"I too, did not scent her. She's elusive. I can understand why Zanagar selected her to fulfill the Songs' law."
Again, Rasken nodded as the ancient female offhandedly gave her approval of the girl.
"All is well with you then, Zira."
The glanced to both sides of either in his company, his eyes flashing a little when there was a vacancy. "Where is Lurid? He was the only one to send up a Hunt Call..."
Rasken growled, slouching slightly, as if he was debating on pacing around on all fours. The fur on his back rose and lowered as he paced in front of his hunting company in deep thought. There was a sudden gasp, followed by the sound of a body crumpling to the ground, and Rasken shot his eyes to the alley's only entrance. There was a mass of fur off to one side, propped up loosely against a cluster of trashcans. Rasken stood up straight; his eyes fixed on his once lost company member. He stalked towards the ashen form of Lurid with meaning in every heavy step that he took. He came to the ashen youth and stopped. There were marks of a hard battle that riddled the youngster's pelt, which caused Rasken to raise a brow to his youngest hunter.
"Lurid?"
He questioned and paused for a response. There was a ragged breath, followed by a weary looking Lurid raising his head to look up to his leader.
"Did you find the quarry? I know that you scented her."
There seemed no concern for the marks of battle in Rasken's voice, although deep within his eyes there was a worried flicker every time Lurid winced. Flicking his left ear behind him, Rasken listened as Rama and Zira came over to inspect the damage done to their younger pack member. The youth tilted his head to the ground, seeming to study the black oil that slithered from a rusted oil can in the top of one of the trash cans he had tipped ever so slightly. Rasken rose his lips away from his teeth slightly.
"You will answer me."
Lurid gulped, raising his eyes sheepishly to Rasken. "I...I located the quarry."
"And?"
"And I was attacked by a pack of...I don't know what they were. Their alpha was human...but the others..."
"And what of the quarry?"
"...They have her."
"They WHAT!?"
Rasken roared, the fur on his back standing on end and his fangs fully displayed. Lurid tucked his tail between his legs and lowered his body all the way to the ground as a frightened puppy might do when threatened with a newspaper by its master.
"I…I tried to fight them Rasken. But they have...powers. Energy powers that burns like a thousand miles of a raging forest fire."
Rasken lowered his level of anger as he heard shots from nearby. "I need to monitor her vital signs, hand her over."
"Dude, you just want to carry her, don't you?"
"WhAt!?!? Why you!!!"
Then there was a long silence, and the conflict seemed to be resolved in this time span. Rasken listened carefully to the two voices that had been arguing. One was very familiar...yet not. In the first, there had been a robotic hum much to low for human ears to pick up on. Gruff and strong, unyielding. Rasken made a mental note to take special care when this one was encountered. The second was more complex, but laid back and joking...the voice of a child almost. However, there were the tones of every creature he had encountered in this voice, and many he assumed belonged to creatures he had never encountered. He made another note to not belittle that one. Lurid's ears perked back up, and he stood a little. "There, those are the ones who the victory went to. They have our quarry."
Zira and Rama turned towards the alley entrance, tails swishing slightly at the thought of sinking their fangs into flesh before retrieving their quarry.
"Shall we attack and reclaim her, Rasken?"
Zira asked, her body held low, ready to charge at the word. Rasken paused and contemplated for a moment. They were all, with the exception of Lurid, fighting fit. He sniffed the air, closing his eyes and trying to make a mental picture of how many there were. There was an odor of organic human food, of human hair care products, motor oil, an unearthly smell, incense...and lastly the scent of the quarry. 5 to battle, with only 3 in his company including himself. He opened his eyes and glanced towards Lurid. The burn and scald marks upon his body were beginning to heal with the enhanced immune system the werewolf kind were noted for having...but they were not healing as fast as a normal burn wound should. There was too much risk involved, which would not please their alpha if the hunting party came back not only void the quarry...but with a dead hunter. "No."
He said quietly. Zira stood upright, towering over her hunt leader, and she growled with displeasure.
"No?"
Rasken nodded, then answered her unasked question.
"There are but a few days until full moon. We have raised enough questions in the minds of mortals for one night...Let's not go against the myth that came before us..."
Reluctantly, Zira and Rama nodded.
"We must consult Zanagar about this as well. There is nothing in the Song that I am aware of that tells of a Niran having a pack..."
Rama, who until this time had been silent, raised his upper lip a little.
"Then lets go, the stench of humans is beginning to get to my head..."
There was an almost rabid look in his eyes; the look of a dog after it had been starved. Rasken gave a sudden snarling bark and leapt towards Rama threateningly.
"We are not here to eat! Our pack carries the dignity to not devour these pathetic humans and I will not have that self-pride broken because your hollow stomach controls your mind!"
Rama lowered his ears back against his skull, but refused to make eye contact with Rasken. Rasken, however, stared into his downcast eyes in challenge, and when Rama did not look up at him for several seconds, he backed off.
"Now then, let us return home. In time, our quarry will need to come looking for us..."
He turned his gaze to crescent moon as it hung in the endless abyss of the sky.
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A/N: Well, there you are. I'm gonna be switching back and forth between the pack and the Titans a lot in Part 1 because well, this is the part where I cover backgrounds! So, hope I don't confuse you too much! Thanks to those of you who reviewed! --gives reviewers all a silver rose --