Come and play

little angel, go away! come again some other day
The Devil has my ear today, I'll never hear a word you say.

He could feel his eyes burn from the ingestion of his favorite herb and while he could think clearly, it felt as though his head were full of smoke. The new buds he had collected in his pouch were damn good and rather potent for the area, though he supposed it was from being handled by a botanist like himself. Still, the man was bored - and high out of his mind. It was a combination that didn't bode well for anyone during spring. Feeling as though his eyes were overly warm and his soul was on fire, the male made his way through what he had learned was called Boreas. It wasn't long before he scented stale blood on the wind, and like a shark he was drawn in by the sweetly metallic scent. Bright baby blue eyes were framed by the bloodshot red of his sclera as he turned his gaze toward a sudden call that instantly had his black rimmd ears twitching and his golden crowned head tilting back to answer the battlecry.

Instantly, the male was off, his dark black legs a blur as he made his way to see this would-be gladiator. Once he found the older male, Riot felt a wave of surprise and shock go through him and turn his blood cold. Except for the scars, the male looked almost like the male that had thrown him and his mother from their home. A growl rumbled deep in his chest and he winced at painful memories that threatened to take him under a wave of red and dark. Save for the horrific scars on the male's left eye, this one could be a dead ringer for the wolf who had been a pivotal player in the way Iscariot was forced to live. NO! Fuck that whore and that bastard, they do not exist anymore...You made sure of that. He reassured himself, though his eyes never moved from the other as he sized him up. "You seem like you're the one who called, though I want to make sure." A grin spread over his face then, much like that of a crocodile, and he squared his shoulders. Tucking his chin and leveling his spine with the earth, Riot pulls his shoulders forward and spreads his legs for better balance and traction.

The other male was much older, and most likely more experienced as a result, but Riot was aching for some fun. Would this supposed dance partner be able to tango?

"You." Walk. "Talk."