Ooc: Quick note, I know the rules of Ala are that wolves are free to be force claimed in battle field, but UBI is new and does not know that xD. So he may or may not fight if someone tries to claim him. Fun fun, xD He shifted on the dirt under him as he noticed the weather changing in the sky. There were gray clouds scattered about, hiding the sun from view, so the male's chin was arched towards the sky standing on all fours curious as to where he was after washing up on these lands. Already he felt his right shoulder, oddly stinging, at least to what he thought was a stinging pain. Blood was trailing down from the cut on the white fur, making a small line across the gray hues of the rest of his body. It wasn't a very large wound, nearly two inches in length, but only deep enough to be bleeding. Perhaps if he could feel then he would have payed more attention to it, but he could not. His orange-yellow tinted eyes moved in their sockets to take in the crisp surroundings, disconnected from all of them as it was the male was still wondering about these lands that he had landed in after dying from his sisters jaws. His body shivered slightly, turning to his right as he let a low rumble escape his throat. His vocals were thin, high pitched, if not guttural. There was no sense of emotion or feeling coming from within the eyes of his. Simply nothing, as he dug his nails into the soil, the scents of blood and other things were also here. It seemed to be close to death, which made the undead man happy. So as his brain had made him think, his lack of feeling causing this as well. Hackles sitting safely on his back as he pulled back his gums to try and taste the sensation of life, in which he had none. Tail flicking back and forth, as he lowered his head, raising a paw to the right side of his chest. There was no heart, just an empty cavity, which brought him to the illusions of which he was dead. Others who looked at him would see that he was all that delusional. His sister had stolen his heart, yet aside from the cut on his right shoulder he was untouched. Seeing as suddenly rain began to fall to the frozen earth of winter tones, his head tilted to a side. Could he no longer feel the rain as well, all sensation was gone. It had been for nearly a season now, and he was merely getting used to being dead in a living world. Indifferent to the world, to the living all around him. This strange place known as Alacritis had been brought to him by fate. As he only had the desire to possibly curiously find others like him. Rare enough as his race was, if he had risen from the dead, perhaps he was a god. No, he hardly believed that to be enough, but he was royalty because of his coat was he not? He shook his head, lowering it as he sat down on his rump. Closing his eyes only his senses of smell and hearing came to him, waiting for perhaps the rain to give out. Seeing as it was soaking him already, or perhaps another would come to collect his dead soul. Speech,

ooc//I am not really looking for a fight, simply because of the fact that I work tomorrow night and will be on full time after so I wouldn't have time to respond to a fight right now.

He was out today, looking for something that he wasn't really sure was out today. Most likely holed up in its den, but determination set in like the snow upon the ground. He wanted a particular piece of prey to bring back to Aeil, something he was sure she had yet to try. He adored how she loved to eat, it always brought a tickle to his side when she got excited about the prospect of a hunt. Today, he would seek out a small prize, albeit a challenging one. He sniffed around the ground, hoping to catch a scent. He felt he was close, however, his hopes began to fade when a rain drop fell on his nose. Glancing up, his read eyes caught the sight of heavy rain cloud, and before he knew it the rain began to fall.

Great...well, so much for that plan... Shaking his head, he'd make his way back towards Seracia. But not before he caught sight of someone not far from where he was standing. Curious, he would make his way over to the man. His pelt clinging to his large frame, scars prominent against the slick pelt. Large paws marked their way over, Dragon not the least bit afraid nor worried. He was a kind soul, never looking to harm another. He knew who was good and who was bad out of those he had already met, and he wondered what kind of person this was.

He'd come to a stop just about two yards from the stranger, eyeing the strange pelt of the male but saying nothing about it. He'd gaze at the strangers eyes, and he would keep calm though he remained on guard should something happen. "Hello stranger. I've not seen you about, you are new here I assume?"



Speech, Thought, You

table by lu for use on alacritis

The bleeding body twisted itself to the wolf who approached it. A living one, with a fairly interesting coat, maybe not as interesting as his own. Standing to his all fours, the small bleeding cut was nothing major, it hardly stood out as well. The dead one tilted his head to one side, listening to the tongue the words and what they said. Fine royalty as he was, a deep purr grew in his throat, a non threatening wolf's version of one. Similar to a growl, in which once had been mistaken as something expressively threatening when it was the complete opposite, his voice of amusement. Paws dug into the snowy soil, as he straightened his head again, and gave a nod in response to the boys question of him being new here. Why did the living flock to him so? Was he some sort of magnet now, at home when he first rose, everyone avoided him in fear. Perhaps it was because of the royal blood of his sister that had been pulled into the fray. The woman had torn out his heart, left him as a dead body, and much to its perks, it did had its downfalls as well. Tail flicking back and forth, he turned his head, listening, half paying attention to the boy in front of him, half not. Speech,