will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?

Hati's pawsteps paused near the border of the mist-shrouded forest, his nose quivering as he scented the territory markers of a pack claiming the land. His mind had calmed considerably since he had met to spar the big white and black male on the battlefield. Rage still simmered beneath the surface, but the violent outlet had cooled his emotional state to a controlled roiling, the threatening madness now a few steps removed rather than nipping at his heels. He had come across another pack's territory not long after he had come to these lands, and had chosen to blatently disregard their warning. Perhaps he had learned caution from his loss to the pack's albino leader because this time he stopped short of the territory markers and breathed in the scent signals. They spoke of a new pack, a growing pack. Dark and brooding was its presence, enticing with hints of power to come for its wolves.

The possibility of power was no lure for the big male, who had walked away from the empire his father had built, the empire he could have claimed for his own. Buthe did admit to being intrigued. What did the alpha of this pack seek with their rule, he wondered. And if he were honest, he missed the times when he and his brothers worked in perfect accord - in a hunt, in battle. The faint possibility of having that back pulled at him.

Deep in thought he paced near the border, trying to decide whether to pass it by, ignore the tug of his subconscious desires and continue the way he was, or join the pack and see what he could make of himself there. Finally he forced himself to stop his incessant back-and-forth with a growl, and raised his heavy head to the sky in a harsh call for the alpha of the pack. He could make no decisions without knowing.



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the sins of our father, the sins of our young

Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.

Hati wears a bear skull on his head unless otherwise stated in the post. He also has a ram's skull that might be switched in sometimes if he finds it again.
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Today the wind would favor her, pushing the strangers scent straight to her nose. Her approach would be silent as she slide through the shadows and mist of her home unnoticed. By the time he made his decision and called for her, she would already be a minute or two away. The Monarch would slide from the mist, seeming to appear out of the thin air. Coral pools rested on the dark man before speaking. "You've come to Elysium, a home for the misfits and killers of society." The Queen would remain standing, eyes drifting over his scarred body and ebon coat. He was a large man, a sizable opponent, and his scars spoke of many battles. And he was not a yearling. "You wish to join my ranks?" A brow would lift, assuming that that is the reason he had so harshly called for her. It seemed as though rumors of her pack were spreading, bringing more and more to her borders. It was truly wonderful. Sinfully wonderful. As she waited, she took note of air of rage that seemed to surround him. He'd fit right in.

will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?

It didn't take long for a wolf to appear from the fog, telling Hati that she'd either been watching him or already nearby - he didn't care which, really. The female who slipped out of the mist was big, easily as tall as he and probably nearly as heavy. Her pale form, with it's dark markings blended rather well with the fog, and he grudgingly admitted that it gave her a pretty decent advantage over him in her chosen territory. Her pink eyes were even more of a beacon than his own golden ones, though, and he sized her up even as she was obviously doing the same for him.

He grunted sourly at her assumption that he was there to join her pack. Not that she was far wrong or anything, he was just irritated at the assumption. What if he'd been there to challenge her for her shitty swamp? Still, her supremely confident demeanor didn't seem to be a deliberate insult to him in particular so much as an annoying personality trait, so he ignored it. Mostly. "Thinking about it," he rumbled. "Been a bit since I've been in a pack and that didn't end real well. Not real sure it'd be worth all the trouble packs have. Fucking drama." He gave a harsh, barking laugh. This bitch was probably trouble just by herself let alone with a pack thrown in. Then again, all bitches were - Thor seemed the only other one of his brothers smart enough to pick up on that and stay the fuck away from them. Didn't matter anyway... wasn't like Hati was here to seduce her or something.

He cocked his head to the side as he stared at her through narrowed eyes. "So this Elysium of yours - what makes it worth it to you?" Worth it to her to be alpha, worth it to join, to be part of... Hati wasn't sure exactly what he was asking, and he didn't really question it. He was more and more a creature of impulse and not one to regret it.



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the sins of our father, the sins of our young

Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.

Hati wears a bear skull on his head unless otherwise stated in the post. He also has a ram's skull that might be switched in sometimes if he finds it again.
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He was a sour, grumpy man. Harsh words would make a brow lift. Drama? Did he expect to find that much drama here? The stranger seemed intent on drilling her for information, his eyes narrowing, crown tipping to the side. "Well, lucky for you, I don't tolerate drama. And what makes it worth is it the numbers of ruthless, powerful wolves that I command, the power that we have as a pack, the dedication they show me." She would return his gaze through equally narrowed eyes. "Why should I consider allowing you to join me?" She would throw it back at him, her crown tilting ever so slightly to the side.

will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?

The bitch's words failed to arouse in Hati any desire to be in her position. Powerful wolves, powerful pack, what did it all matter anyway if you had to constantly be herding them like a bunch of cats? But maybe Hati was too used to constantly digging his feet in against his fate, too used to constantly needing to impress his father for any sort of rest at all. All the freedom in the world as a rogue, but all he wanted was for someone else to have to make the big decisions for him. So when the alpha asked why she should let him in the pack, Hati didn't metaphorically flip her the double middle finger and walk off as was his usual reaction, nor did he point out that he hadn't actually ask to join her little gang. Instead he actually considered it.

His paws flexed, scraping restlessly against the dirt, not in threat or anger but simply because Hati was a very physical wolf and movement allowed him better focus. His gold eyes stayed fixed on her pink ones. "Because you need me," he said finally. "Not me because you probably got a half dozen wolves just like me. But you need more of us, because you're small, and you're not nice, and nice packs are going to be afraid of you, and when they are good and worked up about it they're probably going to try to gang up on you and wipe your pack out of existence because that's what they do when they're scared enough of someone. I'm a fighter and a killer and I'm fine with that, I don't want any more than that, I can go where you point me and do what needs doing, and that's the sort of wolf you're going to need."

This was probably the longest speech he'd given since he'd come to these lands, and for a moment he was irritated all over again that impulse had driven him to it. He hated monologues. He shrugged jerkily at her. "Basically I'm big and I can fight and I can follow orders. Maybe you need that and maybe you don't. Whatever."



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His gaze never left hers even as his nails dug into the ground. Brows would lift as he spoke. She hide her surprise well, but it had not expected him to speak so boldly. As he spoke, she would come to rest on her haunches, looking rather thoughtfully at the dark man. "You speak the truth no matter how bold you are. In a few days time, I will be calling my pack together to earn their ranks. If you so to have a rank, then be there and prove yourself." She would linger for a moment before rising again. He would show up if he so chose, for now he would call this place home. She would accept him, despite his lack of enthusiasm for seeking her out. The Queen would not take it personally, the man seemed to have his own issues that he could deal with. "Welcome to Elysium." She would turn from him, disappearing back into the shadows of her lands.