The wildflowers were so beautiful, light and cheerful in the sunlight. Every living thing must reach its end someday, and some things would have their endings today, or tomorrow, or in a period of time known to wolves. A rusty brujo would wander across a large cliff covered with thickly twined grasses and wildflowers. Lime gaze was wary for any cliff side, as he had heard of a dangerous cliff that a wolf could easily miss and walk straight off. Paws would carefully step, but away from the cliff side. In relief, the man would lie down, content and relaxed in peace without any intrusion. A small sigh escaped from his tattered lips, which was replied to by a noise. He swiveled his ears forth, and listened intently, his body tensing. "Speech"

Useless wolves.

Everywhere he went the male always encountered them. If it wasn't some hussy mouthing off that deserved the beating she got, it was someone thinking it was okay to run a puppy mill and call it a pack. The eye roll was just on the tip of his oculars until he spotted another wolf in the distance. Interesting, it was only a mere thought that sent him casually gliding over to the other wolf, his ears gradually flicking upward away from his head and toward the stranger.

What was this that Imonde saw today? This was his first encounter with the same sex, he secretly wondered how easy it would be to get along with, or if this would break out into a full-blown brawl. "Our g-r-eet-ings."


"Speech"
'thoughts'

An eerie voice would fill the summer child's ears as a wolf would drift toward himself. He would push himself up to his haunches, lime gaze watching this strange male. Even he spoke in a strange way, mostly with venom and pure evil. "Why, hello there, sir." A playful grin would spread across his tattered lips as he would continue. "What be your name?" He would raise a brow quietly before looking back toward the edge of the cliff, then looking back at the stranger. Perhaps he could use this man under the right manipulation. "Speech"

Interest.

The other man had it, and this interest didn't involve rape, murder, or some type of criminally induced tantrum, which was a first for the grey scale male. His brow though would lift casually at the other wolf that was address him now, that cheeky grin that was upon the others lips was enough to make Imonde' lazily blink toward him.

"We re-c-kon you may call us Sin-clair," his voice seems to be on cool and calculated edge as he assesses the other wolf with a curt tilt of his head. "Who are you? That we do s-e-e?" The question tattered and ragged by his pattern of speech.



"Speech"
'thoughts'

"So they call you Sinclair, boy?" Tattered lips would spread once more in a smug grin, before they would return to a more interested expression, his lime gaze watching the male's own gaze. "Call me Sverige, Sverige Archangelo, mister Sinclair." The grey fellow did seem interested in the rusty brujo indeed, a good sign of his plans working. "How are you doing, sir?" The rusty brujo would show no signs of aggression, fully relaxed and content, hopefully allowing the larger grey man to do so as well. "Speech"

'Boy?'

One would dare call the Divine outside of his proper name once given? Soon as the word of a childish nature left the other males lips, Imonde's where curling upward. The hatred flashing behind his storm grey gaze, his chin dipping to protect his throat, the hackles along his spine rising in his irritation. 'I will have blood,' the thoughts where tapered together, the saliva pooling between bared canines as the creature lowers his head to fall in line with his spine.

Clearly the wrong thing to say. Imonde could still recall attacking the girl Misha for daring to address him as one would address a pup. No, he would have this males blood. The low eerie rumble moved from his vocal cords, his body starting to quake in his rage. His ears would pull down against his head, his tongue flashing out against his teeth, the irate male didn't know if he wanted to fling himself at the male and silence his speech, or give him a chance to explain himself.

"We do not en-joy being called outside of our Di-vi-ne ass-i-gned name, we often gr-e-et such an in-su-lt with vi-o-lence. " How often one would mistake the words as being a threat, but these words where very much so a promise. "Other-wise, we are fine."

"Speech"
'thoughts'

As larger grey man would begin to become more aggressive, he would stay relaxed and content, his lime gaze trained on the grey man's silver irises. He would be relaxed, yet show submission to show he would not be a threat to this man. His ears would flatten as he would give a slow nod of respect. "Utmost apologizes, mister Sinclair. I do not wish for any violence, and I promise I shall not address you by any other name but Sinclair." The rusty brujo would lie down, appearing small in the grass. His plan was not working too well. Perhaps he should watch his words more closely around this man, especially since he seemed of so much royalty and used the royal 'we' and 'us'. Inside of his mind, he would give a sigh of annoyance. Perhaps this grey man was simply not worth his time, but that element could only be used to reveal if it was or wasn't. "Speech"

Perplexed.

Imonde for the first time in his life was completely baffled by this man in front of him, why wouldn't his aggressive response be met with violence? His defenses instantly dropped, his head tilting in the opposite direction as his perplexed facial expressions soon relaxed into a mask of indifference. He sauntered casually to the other male, how interesting!

Another sweep of confusion flashed across Imonde's face as he regards the other male like some alien creature from another world. "We are con-fus-ed, why do you lie down?" The warlord peers down at Sverige, blinking rapidly before he also flops himself ungracefully onto the ground, his head coming to rest on his paws.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

He had obviously calmed the grey man, as he too would relax his defenses and his tone would slow as lyrics would pour from his inky lips. The rusty brujo would then raise his head, to meet his lime gaze to the silver man's own, looking him in the eye. "I'd rather not fight you, Sinclair. It would not be too fair, and I do not mean to be any threat to you. Perhaps we could be allies, as you seem attracted to the dark side, like myself." The rusty brujo made sure to refer to the grey man by his name, rather than his normal cases of calling wolves. He did not want to anger this male, for the rusty brujo had no idea of what his style was, and he was two inches taller than himself, making for an uneven matchup. However, if it would be needed, the rusty brujo would use his war tactics to brawl against him, but only if he should break out into fury. Lime gaze would drift a little bit as he awaited a reply from Sinclair. "Speech"

Insane!

This man in front of him was completely insanely brilliant, perhaps there was something to be had here. Imonde wasn't much of a thinker, he would never admit that to anyone, but he preferred to lay teeth first to someone and ask questions after the fact. Now because of this Imonde tended to make a slew of enemies very quickly, and he didn't mind, the more enemies to force submission on, the more he bolstered his Divine status amongst these mortals.

The god of slaughter had no pity, and while he didn't think it was something he would be looking forward to in the future, he would be looking to take heads. "Per-hap-s, we sh-all all-ow this...all-i-an-ce...yes" He agrees, still watching the male like he grew a third head.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

The gray man would reply in what seemed to be a yes to his proposal, satisfying the rusty brujo. This could be the one wolf he truly would be close allies with, as he was brute force, while the russet man was intelligent and clever, but still strong. After pondering his words, the Swedish man would then speak once more, his thick accent covering each word. "And for what cause would you like this alliance to be for, mister Sinclair?" Perhaps it was to help with battle, perhaps it would be for support, perhaps he was taking a pack. Time could only go by so quickly, as lime gaze would set itself upon the grey male, speaking once more. "You may choose what I shall do, and I can choose what you could do in return, or would you like for this to be a friendship?" A playful grin tugged at the man's tattered inky lips as he would sit, awaiting a reply from the gray man. "Speech"

Curious.

That was the state of his mind every since he started talking with this other male. After a moment though Imonde would lift his head from his paws, head cocking once again as sniffed the air in a peculiar manner. Imonde would never tell anyone that he thought Sverige might smell like a rabbit, because he wasn't a wolf, he couldn't be, perhaps in time Sverige would transform into something else. Imonde would make sure he was around to see it, maybe Sverige was a whale? Imonde heard from the elder from his previous pack that whales were very intelligent and could charm you out of your fur. Yes...Sverige was a whale, it was official.

"We do re-ck-on taking a pack would be...amusing," he spoke slowly and diligently. Imonde was only up for taking over a pack for the females, he secretly wondered how many of them he could ascend to the heavens through the ritual he was taught right after his sister left. The whale though kept talking, and Imonde flicked his ears in Sverige's direction to listen intently, slowly he nods. 'What is friendship?' That was the million dollar question he really wanted to ask the whale.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

The rusty brujo would acknowledge each of the gray man's words, then pondering taking over a pack himself. Perhaps, the man could be of assistance. As a confused expression would reach his face while he was speaking about the alliance, and would cock his head in curiosity. "Sinclair, do you know what friendship is?" Lime gaze would look to the gray man, confused. Did this man ever have allies that were friends? Or did he always be alone? Either way, the grey man was obviously unknowing of what the word meant. The rusty brujo would relax and lie down, giving a small yawn in waiting for a reply from the silver hued man, tail gently thumping on the grass. "Speech" OOC: Click here for something I did for this and could not resist.

The grey scale male continued to rest upon the ground, his tail flicking against the ground as he grumbled to himself. Imonde was pretty sure he was getting old, that meant he could eventually settle down, have pups, not want to kill them, and continue about his short life. But soon the whale was speaking again, and Imonde turned is head toward him, confusion once again for the seventh time today flashed across his features as the whale read his mind.

"We kn-ew you wh-e-re a wh-al-e," the creature exclaimed, rising to his paws as he rests his ears down against his head, an amused rumble coming from his throat as he points a paw casually at Sverige. Yes, Sverige could not hold back his secret any longer, Imonde would have him admit to being a whale or beat it out of him! He would not be tricked by a whale, whale's where smart, but they weren't strong according to the elder.

"We do not," he would finally answer the question, his excitement dimming for a moment as he watches the whale expectantly.
"Speech"
'thoughts'