My songs know what you did in the dark
12-04-2013, 11:10 PM
Joining?
The rough and tough man had been working on patience lately, but he never got far. He had just about all the patience he could need if he were plotting things, but when it came to general patience that didn?t involve a evil plan he had conjured up, it was a short fuse. His brown face gazed around, his amber eyes surveying the land. The stunning man was looking for his next piece of prey that night. The cold and snowy December had led him to the north, how he was not sure. The moon was in the sky, a full moon. He hated the day, so he did all his venturing at night.
An evil cackle rose from his throat when he found himself at the borders to a pack. He looked around to see if anyone was around and then he raised his muzzle to howl for the alphas. Sure, he wanted into the pack. But soon, he would want more than to serve, he wanted to rule and he would do anything to get leadership. He had no dignity, he would go through the pack, lying about everything if need be, to get up to that alpha spot. This was the first pack borders he had found since he was overthrown in another pack. He lost control then and his entire life came out and they threw him out by force. Their mistake was letting him live.
Amenti were probably fools mix with those who could see right through him, most packs were, so he had to be extra cautious and hope that the leader was not the one who could see right through him. One thing that the man had improved in over time was lying. He could lie and fool himself. He had done it enough times, that was how he became as vile as he currently was. Lying had poisoned his mind, he didn?t even regret it. His white stomach glided over the snow, he was crouched down in wait. He then, cautiously, placed his ass on the ground and sat up, his tan back had little snowflakes stuck to it.
The man had to think, if the wolves were as daft as some of the others he had met, he would have no issues, but if they were not, which was something he had never encountered, it would be a challenge to gain their trust. What shall my fake sob story be this time? Perhaps we can go for born a loner and parents were eaten by bears again, it almost always works after all. He told himself with a smile. He was ready to go back at his evil and conniving mind challenges again.
"Speech."
An evil cackle rose from his throat when he found himself at the borders to a pack. He looked around to see if anyone was around and then he raised his muzzle to howl for the alphas. Sure, he wanted into the pack. But soon, he would want more than to serve, he wanted to rule and he would do anything to get leadership. He had no dignity, he would go through the pack, lying about everything if need be, to get up to that alpha spot. This was the first pack borders he had found since he was overthrown in another pack. He lost control then and his entire life came out and they threw him out by force. Their mistake was letting him live.
Amenti were probably fools mix with those who could see right through him, most packs were, so he had to be extra cautious and hope that the leader was not the one who could see right through him. One thing that the man had improved in over time was lying. He could lie and fool himself. He had done it enough times, that was how he became as vile as he currently was. Lying had poisoned his mind, he didn?t even regret it. His white stomach glided over the snow, he was crouched down in wait. He then, cautiously, placed his ass on the ground and sat up, his tan back had little snowflakes stuck to it.
The man had to think, if the wolves were as daft as some of the others he had met, he would have no issues, but if they were not, which was something he had never encountered, it would be a challenge to gain their trust. What shall my fake sob story be this time? Perhaps we can go for born a loner and parents were eaten by bears again, it almost always works after all. He told himself with a smile. He was ready to go back at his evil and conniving mind challenges again.
"Speech."