Uisge

She had been carefully plotting to get the rank that she thought she deserved, Duchess, until it came time for her to take up or fight for control of a pack of her own. The stormy woman had been stalking around in the night in search of answers, thinking about newer and better defensive moves as well as offensive moves to use the next time she could. "Now how am I going to do this?" She asked herself as she pushed towards the center of the forest that had been the first and main territory to Arcanum. She enjoyed her stay despite the bitter loss against another yearling, Narfi. If Kaneyna didn't know better she would have called favorites but she had no idea of who the monarch was friends with or not. She didn't really care as long as she got to use the pack as an outlet for her blood lust that seemed to grow every day she was around.


She froze and dug her claws into the loose and moist soil as she looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. It was around midnight but Kane never really had that many issues with seeing in the dark. She drew in a deep breathe as she waited. She could feel her heart beating in her chest when she caught the scent, prey. No, she couldn't and wouldn't think about that. It could be an excuse if anyone questioned her late night wandering tendencies. She was, of course, 'tracking prey for a pack hunt coming up soon.' She carefully looked both ways as she headed towards where she had made her den. She had burrowed under one of the ancient tree roots. It was protected enough and comfortable enough. She just wanted to make sure her rabbit was there still so she might eat something. She'd been busy trying to plot that she hadn't eaten in a while. She picked up the rabbit and started to eat it outside the area she called her den.

The night wore on, and Uisge would stalk the undergrowth as restless as ever. Then again, he was never one to sleep much, at least no more then a few hours a day. He was the stalker of the shadows, a being that thrived on blood and the misery of others. Sleep was for the weak, and he was not of that kind. Tonight, however, he was seeking out a few things for his next concoction. A poison that could render someone into paralysis, useless. Unable to do anything but watch silently as he slowly tortured their bodies. Oh how he loved it. Perhaps he could practice on one of the prisoners. The scent of blood would draw him to a stop. Nostrils flaring as he gazed about to locate the scent holder. Ears cocked forward at the sound of crunching, the all too familiar sound of bone crunching enticed him. Slowly and quietly, he'd move forward. Though he knew there was no danger, it was pack territory after all, and nothing slipped by the borders without someone knowing. He clambered over the roots of the trees, tail flickering behind him as sapphire pools sought out a form of a pack mate, though not one he had officially met. It was a female yearling, one he knew that had fought and lost against Narfi. A light smirk would crease his features, voice coming forth in a purr. "Havin' a midnight snack eh?" He purred, accented gaelic lyrics rolling off his tongue. "Speech"