Little Wolf
04-27-2014, 06:35 PM
Alacritis wasn't fun. Not that it ever had been, but it was even less fun now. It was basically dead. He was hardly running into any new wolves around this place since apparently they were all gravitating towards the packs that had begun to spring up, including a particular one that had caught his interest. He had taken a good leave of Alacritis to find some new blood to play with, but now that he was back, he was intrigued to see that his dear sister had taken it upon herself to rule a pack. It was a ridiculous idea, to think that Cataleya would be in charge of a group of wolves when she had...murderous tendencies like himself. Was she just keeping them around as her own personal toys under the guise that they were a pack? He couldn't deny his curiosity, so as he moved through the lands, he would find himself drawn to the borders of his sister's pack. He had no idea how long she'd been trying to keep this charade going, but from what he could tell from the markers, it didn't seem like it had been very long. A malicious grin would twist his bloodied features as he gazed around, Nickolai sitting quietly at his side. He had to give it to his sister, she had chose a good spot. The Soulless Forest. Great for dragging victims to and making them disappear forever. A summoning call would erupt from his jaws as he called to the silver woman, an expectant look taking hold of his cyan eyes as he stood patiently at the border, waiting to see when his sister would show up. He was interested in what had driven her to do such thing. Who knew, maybe she could convince him to stick around in her pack. Talk like this |