Why Do I
Diablo
Expert Fighter (191)
Expert Intellectual (137)
3 Years
Male
36
Dragon Mod
He returned to the main island that the Raiders inhabited promptly after his fight with the Ethne bastard. The snarl he had then was still on his face, etched on there after his loss. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong! He lost more fights than he won, and it was pissing him off more and more with each one! No matter what he did, he always saw the look of disappointment and disgust on his fathers face, and still Diablo continued to act like he didn't care. He forced himself not to. At this point, he was used to being the disappointment. He could feel the anger and rage bubbling in his chest, ready to explode like the volcano had done before his time. He knew it was partly his fault because he didn't try very much when he wasn't fighting, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Turning his rage to the earth, he scored his claws across the ground in pure frustration and anger. Of all the wolves to lose against, it had to be that kid! And now he had a fresh wound on his muzzle to go along with the others that would no doubt scar over...
Diablo is a rated M character! He is unpredictable and may become violent with or without cause. Consider this your warning!
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
1
NachoMumma
Deluge had been kept out of the raid, something about how it would be better if they didn't know she was here just yet. She stayed away from most of the pack at the moment for the same reason. She and Dread had plans to travel north first so he could visit his father, and then south for their upcoming mission, but when she saw the torn up state wolves were returning in, well it pissed her off she hadn't been there. She could have spared Sid a new set of scars, surely?
The snarling and thrashing caught her ear, and she left the healing area to figure out who was having a bad time of it. When she saw Diablo's face, she didn't ask any questions, just unslung one of the bottles from her hip and held it out in silent offering. He'd talk if he wanted to, and not if he didn't, and if he wanted another ass whooping, well she was down for that too, but maybe a drink would be enough to take the edge off.
"speech"Diablo
Expert Fighter (191)
Expert Intellectual (137)
3 Years
Male
36
Dragon Mod