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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL



Kaprasíus

Loner

age
10 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
149
07-08-2013, 03:08 PM (This post was last modified: 07-08-2013, 04:09 PM by Kaprasíus.)
Kapras?us was on a mission. He had grown painfully lonely at his dear brother's sudden departure. He did not blame his kin in the least -- rumors had pushed him from the band of marauders that they'd been born into, rumors of his depravity. How he hated the hushed tones talking behind Jaeger's back, whisperings of sifjaslit, of incest. His mother had been with no other men -- none that anyone knew of. Kapras?us was certain what his brother had done, but he had still defended him with certain tones.

But it hadn't helped the cause. In the midst of the night, Jaeger Finnvi had slipped away. It took a mere few weeks for Kapras?us to grow painfully lonely, longing for his only surviving sibling. With that he had gone, leaving everything he'd ever know behind. But no, he did not leave with a heavy heart, but instead he felt rather optimistic. The promise of freedom was tempting, and after some serious thinking, he found himself compelled to search for him. And so, following in suit with his brother, he slipped from the familiarity of the wolves he had grown up with, and headed into the unknown.

Being all too familiar with his brother's scent, it wasn't terribly hard to catch his trail. However faint it was, it was there -- and he followed it with little hesitation. For most of his journey, Kapras?us kept his nose close to the earth, unwilling to let that scent go. He had grown somewhat distant from his brother before he left, though he knew far more about the man than Jaeger realized. Not only did he know certain things about him, but he adored him more than he'd ever cared for nearly anyone, even his other siblings. Their values seemed to fit perfectly together, and he figured it was about time that Jaeger knew his brother had not shunned him like the others.

He lost his trail near the shore of what seemed like a vast ocean. The lanky, tan-furred wolf finally lifted his head, eyes narrowing as his gaze sought the horizon. He could see a wide array of islands, some much closer than the others; he wondered how many there were. It would be a bit of a gamble to swim across to any of them, but... he had all the time in the world. And lucky enough for him, the weather was calm today, the waters nearly as still as he could ever expect. Kapras?us was a picture of serenity as the slender man begin to wade in the waters, tail flicking contentedly behind him. One way or another, he would seek out his brother, whether it took weeks or months -- it mattered little. The sooner the better, of course, but he knew the gods would aid him in his journey. He had never been anything but devoted to the Aesir and Vanir, and he knew he would be rewarded justly.

The swim was long, but not at all overly exhausting. As the island drew nearer, he began to doubt that this was the kind of place that Jaeger would find himself drawn to. A frown barely toyed at the corners of his lips as the water grew shallow and he began to walk on the sand beneath. The expression was soon washed away, though, as he averted his gaze upwards. Praise Odin! The scent of a female reached his nostrils. It was certainly not the musk scent of Jaeger that he was trailing, but something far sweeter. It was difficult for him to resist such a lovely lady -- and she certainly seemed to be quite the looker, even from a distance. Grinning to himself, he loped nearer to her. The sand felt pleasant on the pads of his feet. Warm and reassuring, promising better things for him around every corner. The distance between them closed quickly, and his tail swayed behind him with a steady, slow peace.
"If I knew better, I'd swear that I had died and gone to Valhalla," his sultry tones came forth, blatantly flirtatious, as a smile drew itself across gentle features. Would she be pleasant? He could only hope so, for he deserved no less. He was growing lonely, unused to being on his own for such a long period.

(Note: Valhalla is a place from Norse mythology, where warriors who die in battle supposedly go~ it's real nice and stuff there, he has no knowledge of a pack here called that)


WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.