We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]

*Xephyris* · 09-16-2016, 04:15 AM

In his travels over the past season since losing his home, Xephyris, a vigilant creature, hadn't missed the establishment of borders in the Southern territory near the powerful and abundant river, the Rio Grande. The scent along the borders was familiar, but not pleasantly so. Instead, it had caused a sour taste in his mouth and a prickle of anger which caused his scarred muzzle to wrinkle, teeth flashing at the scent marker. The inner turmoil causing his hackles to spike, for the scent belonged to the challenger that had defeated his former Alpha and caused him yet again to be displaced, without a place to call home. However, this time as he passed by, expecting to skirt the boundaries yet again, it became apparent that the borders, formed not so long ago, were already fading. This observation caused the ambitious man to pause, needing to investigate further. Could the new pack, the one that had replaced Myriad, already be gone? Perhaps the leader had not healed well from her wounds, at which the man would smirk - served her right.

Lurking near the fading scent of the border line, Xephyris engaged his keen tracking skills to make certain that he was not mistaken in his conclusions. Upon inspection, there was no doubt that what he had perceived was accurate. The borders had not been tended to, and there was no evidence of recent activity. A somewhat maniacal smirk curled his lips upward - this was perfect. Although, internally he had to admit it was a little disappointing - it was just too easy - he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to make a claim. Confident that nobody would stop him, Xephyris strode into the former Aerie lands with his tail held high, his head raised above his shoulders. Even if he was wrong, even if someone tried to stop him, it would be too late now. He wasn't turning back.

Wanting this more than anything, the gray-coated male strode into the territory without hesitation. He didn't care if anyone came to challenge him; he would be more than willing to fight with anybody who thought they wanted this more than he did. His large paws making his way to the edge of the river, he stood quietly for a few moments, his nails digging in to the river's edge as his silver, blue-flecked eyes scanned over the rippling water's surface. At last, he lifted his head high, tilting his muzzle back as he let loose a loud, deep and gravelly howl, ensuring that he would be heard across the lands as he called to those who would follow him in his ambitious pursuits.

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