Come take a walk on the wild side

As the tall and sharp cut brute made his way around barren tree trunks his amethyst eyes drank in the scene around him. Having his nose still stuffed with the scent of blood, it made him wonder where his brother Kovu was off at this time. It was odd for his "bodyguard" to be off on his own. Then again the pair had only just gotten here. No doubt his brother was getting himself acquainted with some wolves or just out to..catch a bite to eat. A smirk appeared on the male's maw as he thought about death, oh how wonderful it was. One minute a wolf is alive right before you then the next second they're gone! A small chuckle escaped his lips as he looked around. Then the wolf stopped and looked down at his paws. Stained by blood they should be. Despite having his soldiers and brother do most of the dirty work. But it was Baxter who had devised the plans, it was he who called for this bloodshed.

He almost felt a sliver of pleasure from the thought. Guts..which ones? The ones that spilled out of a cut open wolf carcass or the bravery guts? Ah, bloodshed, havoc, chaos! His white tipped ears perked up as he wondered what others may think of him. Would they doubt that he was dangerous? Were his looks deceiving? did Baxter look like the handsome gent he was? Of course he was a handsome gent but with a little surprise inside. Did he not kill his mother and father alongside his brother? Did they not prosper and rule Clousia alongside one another? Did they not kill their own subjects and torture them?....they did.

As much as he loved the smell of another wolf's blood he lowered his head to the ground and rubbed his nose in the snow. After picking his head back up and pushing his ears against his head, did the brute take in a long deep sniff of fresh winter air. Amethyst eyes opened then narrowed as he had caught the scent of another wolf, a female in heat. Of course the male wouldn't pester her or rape her. It really depended on his mood if he really wanted it or not. A small sliver of desire coursed through him as he followed the scent. Even if he wouldn't be able to get a little action Baxter could still take in the pleasure of the smell; it was quite enticing to be exact.

Russet paws brought him to the site of the dame. From what his eyes saw she was gorgeous, beautiful! But there was something about her that seemed familiar, the way she sort of carried herself. Did this fair dame take the pleasure in death as well? Did she share the same "hobby"?

As he put on a small yet charming smile Baxter kept his distance from the female but started to walk around her half way.

"So what's a beautiful dame like you doing out here in the cold?" he said almost in a coo.

"Of course you probably know I smell that "blessing" of yours. No worries, I'm not one to push another...the name's Baxter, Baxter Karvichi. May I be given the honor to learn this fair and fine dame's name who stands before me?" he said while stopping and letting his body reach full height.

Eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down. Interesting dame indeed, pretty markings and a magnificent build. Would have made a good soldier; if she had been with him and his brother she would have prospered. So he waited for an answer, an outburst, a threat, a reply. Whichever one he was expecting anything and everything.