Little Mischief/Search for Truth

[Enoch]

-Nothing else mattered but getting to where he planned on going as appendages carried on through the unknown into a land he’d find where his destiny lied. Midnight optics, with their crimson puples, gazed about the land he came upon, sensing the sensation of war while a deviant smirk played it’s ground over jowls while brows arrowed to aide in the farther deviant expression.

Smirk grew to show off most of his canines while a chuckle of pure evil rumbled up from larynx as appendages came to a halt while optics continued to scan the area with much expectations, Well isn’t this peasant.. Perhaps I should call this my home? calm, emotionless, deep vocals spoke before audits flicked at the many sounds around him, hoping to find a hint of pain within the air.

Enoch loved death, but he didn’t show no pleasure from it, nor did he ever have a motive to do it. It just came as natural. Besides, it was all he knew in life. He didn’t know what he was after; what he wanted to do while his freedom was shown, but perhaps he could learn about what it was like to be wild. Perhaps find others, like him, from which they could tell him all about the stories about how wild wolves thrive within packs. Perhaps one day he could have his own pack to play with. Demand and destroy others while laughing the entire time about it. Perhaps even lead an attack upon those foul humans who took him away from his chance to do this before. Course he knew he wouldn’t have ever got the pleasure from killing a few, nor a reason, had it not happened.. So a part of him was grateful, but he was here.. And here he would figure out his own destiny.

The place was foul with the stench of much blood while that deviant smirk danced even widder upon jowls as he moved forward. Must be a war going on here.. he spoke softly to himself as he looked to and fro in search of any around. Now.. if only some idiot would pass his way so that he could end his climating boredom on.

[RANDOMNESS]

Another wandering fool... The multi-colored fae watched the younger brute with mild interest. There had been so many new outcasts seeking acceptance, she wondered vaguely how she was to earn a higher rank. If Kein was to win this battle, she would cut herself off from Delgnat's side and remain with the pack. If it was Delgnat... well she was proving to be a regular nuisance for him not to be noticed. Might as well make myself even more of a pain then. A small smirk turned at the tips of her maw before stepping out from the brush.

"Well then, a lone wolf off the border... Speak your name and intentions of trespassing over the Chicotah's claimed lands." Senka's voice remained steady with a hint of closed reservation. She didn't really feel like asserting whatever small amount of authority she had, much less speak as if she were to tear his throat out. Which she could if he got on her bad side. Much like she would have done to the beta when she had the chance, but the promise of war and chaos prevented her.

"Speak quickly..."

[Delgnat]

((sorry for the short post))

His paws worked the ground beneath his frame as the Beta male of the Chicotan Lands prowled onwards. Head was lowered slightly. He had picked up the scent of Loner nearby as well as Senka. Lips were lifted and eyes rolled slightly as both scents got stroger. Apparently Senka had found him first. Tail flicked and ears were plastered against his head as the male wolf paused out of veiw. Ears flickered upwards as the female demanded answers from this one strange looking wolf. Gray, red, black, and white body with the strangest marking that smelt surprisingly like human.

Stepping out before the accepted wolf could do any damage Delgnat sent a glare her way. "What's going on here? Why have you tresspassed on my lands? State your name and reason of being here before I get pissed." Words were spoken in a low growl as the male stalked a slow half circle around the male, turning and going the other way. Claws dug into the soft ground and eyes blazed with anger. More and more wolves were showing up here and many were starting to annoy him. Some had joined Kein's side and that was what pissed him off even more.

[Enoch]

-Cranium canted at the questions while expression nae showed any signs of emotions while an out of place smirk crossed jowls along with a strange, fake, chuckle that rumbled up through larynx. It definitely wasn't no submissive way of introducing himself, but at the same time he didn't care about acting in order to keep himself alive. He believed he could take on anything.

As his jowls were about to open and speak, he heard another. Someone who seemed to make him emit a true laugh of amusement while expression finally decided to appear over features. Deviant expression while brows arrowed, optics narrowed, and smirk fixated over jowls. Audits flicked at the males words while a yawn outlay ed over jowls next. He figured he'd answer the Fae's questions first, mixing the two, Intentions? I've no intentions nor a care. I go where I please. As for a name.. what's with a name? If none cares about you, then why do you need it? cranium then kind of smoothly maneuvered its way to face the male, Your lands? Pissed? Why do I care if you get pissed. In fact, get pissed. It's amusing. smirk began to become tooth filled while yet another snicker emitted with a more nasal appeal to it.

[RANDOMNESS]

Senka's ears drew to the front and red eyes sharpened dangerously. Who did this brute think he was to speak so disrespectly to her and after she had been less nasty to him. Not many would see that of her, and definately not an outsider unless she was in that sort of mood. His choosen words had driven her to her darker side, the one that would tear him to pieces limb by limb and laugh meniacly. Luckily she had enough sense to know that sort of action within the beta's presence would be sure to have her kicked out of the pack, and what fun would that be if she couldn't have a front row seat to the pack's devious war?

"Permission to rip the b******'s throat out, beta?" Senka continued to stare at the grey newcomer with a death-meant glare. Her voice had a bit of a snarl to it as she spoke.