The man was tired of his brother being so lazy. He had left Glaciem for various reasons but the pack was seriously not going anywhere. The King's brother had fled Alactria in attempt to knock up some femme's but now he was back and ready for action. He knew the Armada blood line ran thick through the veins of many. But, he was ready to help make that number increase. He and Isardis were siblings and his blood was just as pure as his brothers. His ebony and cyan fur just showed that. The blue tint in his fur has been passed down generation to generation. It is obvious Kristoffer is regal and he did not enjoy being under the rule of some Albino man that cant even go out into the sunlight without his skin fringing up or something. It was time for things to change. He had ended up in the north due to the fact that the north was once his home. His fur was thick and dark due to the winter. Though, his bracers shined within the sun. He looked regal as ever. His jewelry being passed down to him by his father. A sign of nobility. It was obvious Kristoffer knew of this. His head was held high and his tail was even higher. Confidence radiated from his very being. It obviously flowed through him easily. The 38 inched male looked down at the submerged woods with a roll of his shoulders. He would hope to run into a Glaciem Wolf, he was very close to the territory. ""

It was hard to step a foot out of Glaciem territory with all that was happening. It was even more difficult to stay away from Vereux's side, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that Eris was going to let her near him while that illness plagued him. Athena had to get out of Glaciem, had to stretch her legs, clear her mind. Everything was crumbling and she was doing her best to put the pieces back together, but it was difficult when she herself felt like she was crumbling. Silvery paws moved slowly across the northern landscape, tail swaying behind her with a calm confidence, her split-tone gaze drifting lazily around her. There were many stale scents of rogues that had passed through, but as she padded across the surface of the Submerged Woods a fresh scent caught her attention. She lifted her gaze and spotted a dark male in the distance, the sun bringing out the blue in his coat. What really caught her eye though, as she got closer, was the silver bands that stood out against his dark legs. Curious, she moved closer, welcoming the momentary distraction from her family being sick. Speech Thought Others

The man sat and viewed the submurged woods with wide, silver, eyes. His ears flicked at each sound. His nose flicked with each inhale. He wa sa statue, just watching. He could often find entertainment in the small things. Unlike others, the man did not need much to sustain. He needed woman, food, sleep, and nature. That is all. He did not really need a pack. Nor did he wish to really be in one. But, he had plans to join some pack named Novari? or was it Sovari? Who knows. But he was going to try and join to thrive through the illness and winter. They would help, but he would not promise a long stay. Per usual. But, his simple thoughts were tainted as a scent filled his nose. It was thick of Isardis, Glaciem. He rolled his shoulders and smirked as the pawsteps filled his audits. The scent was female, which made him tingly. His head turned to see a silver babe rushing his way. She wore golden bands just like his brother. She must be of importance. He eyed her with no shame and let forth baritone vocals. "Greetings, my metallic beauty." He flicked his head, beckoning her to sit next to him. He looked back down to the patch of ice before him. "Does this little one have a name?" ""

The dark, blue tinted man greeted her with complements and she smirked. His scent held the same faint hues that all of the Armadas carried, though nothing of Glaciem clung to him. She honestly wasn't surprised at this point when she ran into some random family member of hers. She knew Armada blood spread far and wide and also knew better than to assume Glaciem still held it all. At the male's silent invitation to sit beside him, Athena would decide to sit in front of him instead, preferring to face wolves when she spoke to them. Besides that, she didn't wish to get too close to him before she was familiar with him and his intentions. She settled onto her haunches a foot or so in front of him, glancing curiously down as she followed his gaze toward the ice. Her gaze went back up to him at his question. "Athena Armada is my name," she answered, though she didn't consider herself a 'little' anything. He was older, certainly, and a couple of inches taller, but she still wouldn't say she was 'little'. "And you?" she asked, turning the question back onto him, curious to see if her assumption that he was family was correct. Speech Thought Others

The man was not a monster. Just a pleasure hungry boy. The thing between his legs dictated a lot of things. But, that was just because he knew he could get certain females to just quiver at his very sight. His elegant yet strong stature intimidated many. He admired her look, especially her golden bands that she wore around each forpaw. The man eyed her up and down before smiling softly. A name was announded. Athena Armada. The man put her face to the name. He obviosuly knew she was an Armada, her scent was the same as all the Armaga bitches in Glaciem. It was thick of Isardis. But, tainted by another. He did not see a lot of Armada in her. Usually they bore the blacks, blues, greys, reds, and whites. She was very silver and black. It would probably be from her mother, in which he could not pin point. The man nodded slightly as she asked for his name. He only guessed she assumed he was kin as well. The scent of his family was thick on any Armada Wolf. Though, his pelt may have given it away as well. The behemoth let forth his name without a second thought, "Kristoffer Armada, son of Gairale and Sable Eztebe." He was in direct blood to one of the most important Armada men alive. But, he thought of himself a close second.


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