Tricks and Mischief [Nnoitra]

*Nnoitra* · 03-24-2013, 01:19 AM

His presence had once again increased in Tortuga. His time wandering had ceased and for now he was content sticking to the land that Kaien had chosen as their home. He had established a den near the peak of the mountain and had taken to watching the others like hawks. He could see for miles save for the times when the clouds moved to cover the snow capped tops. It was perfect for the lanky phantom.

Not too many sought him out. He stuck to himself in a peaceful isolation and for once he was content with his decision to no longer be the lord of Tortuga. The ambassador could certainly play the obedient ex Alpha, yet he still carried himself as if he owned the place. It was all fine and dandy for everyone else. There seemed to be no objections. If it boiled down to it he would simply leave if anyone had a problem with it.

On this day he left the safety of his den and traveled towards the valley. He had no where in particular to go. No wolves to meet. No places of importance to be. Today he would simply relax and stroll wherever his heart desired. It seemed as though he would run into another though.

The ex Valhallan strolled into his vision and he greeted the charcoal colored dame with a warm smile and a wicked gleam in his two-toned blue eyes. He offered a soft nuzzle to her in return. He could play the affectionate ex Alpha if he so wished. He enjoyed the many faces he wore. It amused him to no end and created many games in which he could play.

"Nnoitra... your name comes with great infamy although I have never had the honor of your visage... I do believe a congratulatory nod is needed, you managed to ruffle Cairo's feathers... not an easy task, highly commendable. My name is Loki."

Her words brought a toothy grin to his visage. The memory wasn't a fond one, but it made him chuckle at the thought. He had truly managed to piss the brown male off that day. He had deserved it too. Who brought an army of wolves to the border of a foreign pack. He'd taken it as threatening. Besides, he'd ruined his hunt and allowed his prey to get away. Later he had to go back and track the fawn all over again and waste energy trying to slay it for a second time. Who wouldn't get a little pissy?

"It pleased me that you've heard of me. I'm sorry to say I don't know much about you. Just that you are an ex-valhallan. Correct?"

He was aware that she was a silver tongue. This intrigued him. Perhaps she was like Morphine? Would this be another wolf in which he'd possibly somewhat like or get along with? Or would their similarities prove to make them enemies?

Speech,

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