Sexy and I know it
11-10-2017, 08:08 PM
The toothy ex-alpha was having no regrets about giving up his pack as he trotted along with a jaunty angle to his tail and ears. Well, and to look at him you'd never guess he wasn't still an alpha, that natural sort of arrogance and pride about him that generally went with leadership but in Chaos' case was just an integral part of him. He didn't have to be leading anyone to know he was a leader. He was Valentine's son after all! Imperialis and Saxe mingled potently in his veins, and no one or no thing was ever going to convince him that combination wasn't a superior mix. Well, Imperialis in any form was going to improve the blood anyway, but you throw a bit of Cascade Saxe in there and hot damn.
Speaking of...
He cocked an ear sideways, head following a second later, to beam happily into the familiar rolling hills of the knolls he'd grown up on. Sure, he'd become rather fond of the craggy, threatening mountains he now called home, but Imperium's old lands would always hold a place in his heart. Overhead, his owl pair winged silently away to hunt mice among the grasses around the knolls and range as was their habit whenever he returned to visit. He wondered if he ought to announce himself with a howl so he didn't surprise his parents in... acts. Oh let's not suger-coat it, age hadn't dulled his mother's sexual appetite at all when it came to Valentine, and Chaos had absolutely no interest in walking in on her coaxing his dad into any crazy deviant sex or something.
He had paused to fill his lungs in preparation for howling when a sound caught his attention and he let it out again in a quiet whoosh as he flicked his ears to listen instead. Bison? Bird? Coyote? He could very well remember the - rather inappropriate, actually - story his mom used to tell him about the coyote hunt his parents had done here. He was certainly game to try it... the coyote killing part anyway, though the hormones of a young wolf on top of being raised the way he was meant that Chaos was always game for the idea of a bit of nooky as well. But alas, that was not to be this time.
Speaking of...
He cocked an ear sideways, head following a second later, to beam happily into the familiar rolling hills of the knolls he'd grown up on. Sure, he'd become rather fond of the craggy, threatening mountains he now called home, but Imperium's old lands would always hold a place in his heart. Overhead, his owl pair winged silently away to hunt mice among the grasses around the knolls and range as was their habit whenever he returned to visit. He wondered if he ought to announce himself with a howl so he didn't surprise his parents in... acts. Oh let's not suger-coat it, age hadn't dulled his mother's sexual appetite at all when it came to Valentine, and Chaos had absolutely no interest in walking in on her coaxing his dad into any crazy deviant sex or something.
He had paused to fill his lungs in preparation for howling when a sound caught his attention and he let it out again in a quiet whoosh as he flicked his ears to listen instead. Bison? Bird? Coyote? He could very well remember the - rather inappropriate, actually - story his mom used to tell him about the coyote hunt his parents had done here. He was certainly game to try it... the coyote killing part anyway, though the hormones of a young wolf on top of being raised the way he was meant that Chaos was always game for the idea of a bit of nooky as well. But alas, that was not to be this time.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write