Who wishes upon a night

He could have been sleeping in these early hours of the day, but he wasn't. The rustic male was prowling about, just like he used to when he had been beta. So far his plans to getting close to Nnoitra may have been slipping away, but he wasn't about to give up. The old scarred man was just about ready to rip apart anyone so that he could be close to the white male. Yet, there was a thing called respect in his way, and his love for this pack in an odd way. Tavros has to admit, since he came to this pack things had been far more interesting, he had found love that would never be returned yet he was still foolishly following it to make sure the lord was happy. His scar across his chest was nothing, if not for his skills despite being a small light weight fighter. Just like a viper.

The light barely drifted over the mountains in the land. Trickling everything in deep blue and black colors of the early morning. The crisp ending of winter was coming, just to bring joy to the man for he hated winter months for the most part. Summer was his time to be active. Though out of boredom he was wondering if anyone was going to come to entertain him any time soon. He was no longer registered to accept members at the borders. Yet, he patrolled anyway, for the good favor of the pack, it was the least he could do. It also gave him something to do.