Ichoth stood decidedly at the edge of the border, pawing absently at the long grass on which he stood. He peered out and over the long strands in search of movement and lifted his head, inhaling the many concentrated scents that threatened to swallow him. Thick-furred tail swished gently behind the dark hound as he walked-nay, paced - along the border. This was not like him. His lip curled up in distaste. The slate male was not fond of waiting on anyone else. But, alas, he had found himself in this seemingly new world by chance, and had no choice but to adapt. He had to remember that the wolves here are not as sickly and weak as the ones of his home that he defeated so long ago. His stomach growled at the thought. Mmm... They did provide me a rather satisfying meal. The thought was unwelcome, and he pushed it away, cursing silently under his breath. Oh how he longed to once again indulge in wolf-flesh.

The sun blistered his eyes and he let them narrow, only a hare of silver left to peer through. A deep growl rumbled suddenly from within his chest, and he threw his head back and called out with a booming howl. There. Maybe now someone would come to welcome him.

OOC :: Hello everyone, I'll warn ahead of time that I haven't RP'd in at least... what, five years? So if it sucks, I apologize. I'll get better with more practice, promise! Always up for plots and friends and enemies and everything! Just PM me. c:

A howl... His head would raise lazily from his nap as he was awoken by said sound, someone calling for an alpha... Huh... For a moment he would lay there, considering and mulling, trying to figure out if he should let Cat get it as he usually did or to finally start taking up the reigns as an alpha again and do his job... No he didn't want to do his job then then again a pang of guilt stabbed at his belly at the thought of leaving his wife to do everything. So with that he would slowly lift himself, massive paws pushing his body up before haunches unfurled and he lifted himself. The beast would shake out his ebony and steel coat before he would set off at a lope, long limbs devouring the ground before him. He would approach the male quickly only to slow and stop a fair distance away, a good couple of meters as acidic gaze took in the male before him. Miniscule... A slow sneer would slip across his lips before he would speak. "What..." His voice was harsh, grating, gravely from missuse. How long had it been since he had spoken? It felt weird, wrong... The beast's head would raise, chin tipping down to peer at the male from down the bridge of his nose. Tail would lift and arch over his back but all the while defenses stayed intact, prepared and ready for anything.

The slate male watched the approaching carefully, silvery white orbs locked upon the unfamiliar- almost luminescent -green ones before him. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side with one brow raised as he studied the other.

"I'm sorry," Ichoth offered after a moment, though it sounded anything but sincere in his detached tone, "Did I wake you from your nap?" He shook his coat, rolling his shoulders so that the bones cracked and popped like a landslide down his back. His gaze broke off and he turned his head away, as if unable to even lay eyes on this fool who had answered his call. "I'm looking for the Queen. Fetch her for me, I was told she would be the one to see about joining your pack."

Gently sculpted ears were pulled flat against his skull as he waited expectantly for the canine to obey him.

OOC :: I... Have a feeling Ichoth isn't going to last long in Alacritis xD

The voice would pull her towards the border. It seemed that more and more had been finding their way to Arcanum as of late. Much to her surprise, her husband would beat her there. The two males faced off, the silver Queen arriving in time to catch the end of the strangers words. Lips curled in a sneer, a throaty chuckle slipping from her dark lips. She sought to come up on Kylar left, pressing her shoulder against him as she moved. "Bravery is a dangerous thing." She would murmur, her voice deceptively soft and sweet. He had made demands of her husband, one that would not be met with kindness. It had not gone unnoticed that her mate was dangerously unstable once again, teetering on the edge, though he had yet to explain why. Coral pools rested on strange man, a brow lifting in vague amusement. If what he had said was true, then whispers of her rule were slowly spreading across Alacritis. Perfect.... "Speech"

Everything about this male grated on the beast's last nerve as he stared down at the insignificant creature standing before him. Though tall he might as well have been a child in Kylar's mind, the massive beast allowing muscles to ripple beneath ebony pelt. Acidic eyes would narrow as the brat would dare to speak. Apologizing for waking Kylar from his nap, sarcasm dripping from his words as he shook himself out and sneered at Kylar. The beast was silent, a sentinel as he stared at the man down the end of his nose. Eyes would narrow dangerously but aside from that he would remain perfectly still. The fool would dare look away and quickly Kylar would move, long legs pulling him forward in an attempt to stop him a mere inches from the male, trying to invade his personal space. The male would speak of a queen and finally lips would curl back.  "Why don't I make you my queen..." He would rumble, words dripping like stones from his lips. So entrapped in his conversation he would only notice his wife when she slid along his side. Sweet poisonous words would drip from her lips but she would make no move to attack. He would not speak, not yet, waiting... WORDS HERE

The brute watches, his eyes narrowed to small silver slits, though his pupils are dilated fully. Fear does not shine through in them; he knows his game well, yet the slightest air of insecurity flickers- a fleeting thing -and wisps right away as the larger male would shoot towards him. "Alright, but I have to warn you: I'm not exactly the kissing type." Lips upturned into a snarl as the beast threw forward his head to snap at the air in front of the other.

Ichoth's snarl quickly fades as a soft voice reaches his ears and his rust-colored lips are instead turned down into once again a neutral expression. The she-beast calmly had slid up along side the other male, and spoke in hardly-veiled threats. This fool must be her mate. Pondering this, he examined them both closer. Yes, she looked exactly like the Queen he was sent to see.

The beast rose his head, muscles in his neck moving like fluid beneath slate coat. With a heavy sigh, he forced himself to relax. He was not totally unaware of what his fate would be this grim evening should the Queen decide he was to die. Setting his jaw, he stepped back from the dark male and turned to address the she-beast.

"My Queen." He greets her, his tone a deep one straight from the diaphragm. "I did not mean to offend you, sir." A pointed look was given to the male, again. "But my business lies with your wife, and it is she I wish to deal with." Large head nodded towards her in respect and his body grew still, only the occasional uneasy flicking of his tail behind him to betray his compliance.

OOC :: Sorry if it's jumpy. Spent nearly an hour struggling my way through this, haha. Man I'm so rusty.

The man would speak again, the words the fell from his tongue drenched in sarcasm and acidic gaze would once again narrow though his features would remain tactfully impassive. "Good... You won't need your tongue then..." Kylar would rumble, looking to Cat as if looking for confirmation that he could in fact take the man's tongue from his mouth. But before anything the male would attempt to retreat, putting a bit more distance between them then he would address Cat. Kylar would immediately take a threatening step forward, looking to move his body more in front of Cat by placing his left paw in front of his wife. "You think that pond scum such at you is worthy of even being in the presence of the Queen?" Kylar would scoff, chin tipping up as if waving the boy off but he was not done. This was the most alive he had felt in months, the most grounded he had felt since the death of his daughter. No he needed to make this male remember it all. His defences would slide into place with practiced ease, joints loosening to lower his centre of gravity, toes splaying to provide any extra balance as claws flexed and dug into the earth for traction. Eyes would narrow, lips curling to gather loose flesh around orbs, ears flattening against his skull. Hackles lifted as shoulders rolled forward, neck arching to protect throat, chin tipping down to add extra protection before jaw would unhinge. Stomach would tuck to gather core strength, back arching slightly as tail snapped out behind him in a neutral position that could easily be manipulated up more to be used as a rudder or to be dropped and tucked in case of attack. Hind left paw would slide backwards slightly, leaning back in preparation as he flashed the male a grin. With no warning Kylar would coil powerful haunches and launch himself forward, attempting to send his own massive frame crashing into the male. Already at a bit of an angle from shielding Cat from the mans view Kylar would attempt to throw his right shoulder into the male's chest, looking to hit his own shoulder into the outer right side of his opponents chest, in between chest bone and shoulder at the joint. Simultaneously jaws would seek to streak forward, looking to arch over the males shoulder and come down along his spine just behind his shoulder blades. Head would attempt to twist so the top of his nose faced the male's opposite side as jaws gaped, looking to latch his upper jaw on the left side of the male's spine and lower jaw one the right [closest to kylar] side. He wanted to put as much pressure as possible on the discs and nerves there. Front right leg would lift at the same time, looking to snake forward and hook around the male's right front leg around the middle of his leg between the two main joints. He would attempt to snatch the mans leg out from beneath him. Kylar's weight would tactfully redistribute into remaining 3 legs to accommodate his tripod stance.

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Ichoth snarled at the dark beast's threat, his fur bristling. How dare this fool! He wanted an audience with the Queen and not with her bitch. Muscled form hunkered down, paws slightly splayed for balance as he watched Kylar's oversized form preparing for a lunge. Too quickly the other male launched himself forward, directed towards Ichoth's already injured shoulder. Without enough time to dodge the gargantuan male, the smaller canine was thrown off balance and he snarled in pain. Eyes were squeezed shut tight as he tried to absorb the hit, and suddenly his leg was torn from beneath him. Ichoth fell to the ground, Kylar's unrelenting hold on his spine the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto his injured side. "Enough." He spat. "I give." With his ego all but completely shred, the male turned his head the best he could away from his opponent, showing the flesh of his throat in submission. "Please, sire." God, fucking, damnit. Leave it to this asshole to fight dirty and go for my injured leg.

A fight would break out before she could say anything. Kylar had stepped on front of her before launching himself at the smaller man. She would smirk, watching with amusement. This had been the most she ever heard her husband speak in the last few months. But there would been brawl. The man would crumple beneath her husband almost immediately, submitting like a helpless pup. She would chuckle, though the sound was humorless. She would seek to come up beside her husband, along his left side, peering down at the fallen man. "Welcome home, I suppose." A sneer curled dark lips. "Leave these borders and it'll be the last thing you do." She would take note of his injuries, idly pondering sending him to Freya. Her gaze would shift to Kylar, smirking at him. "Speech"