The Daylight Breaks[Nnoitra]

Early, just how he had rose every day for every moment when he was in the pack and when he had been out. Lost, and hunted, the male was already aging, and when the pack he had found to be his home suddenly turned around it was when he had vanished. Tavros had his reasons, but somehow, it had brought him to bring his younger sister here as well, however she had seen him off as soon as she had done in those wretched killers who had been after him. His golden eyes looked up at the top of the volcano, wary of every moment he made. Tavros had to admit this place was definitely different from their old home before the move. It seemed more isolated, and that was what made it that much more enjoyable. However he certainly did not have his high rank to throw around any longer. After such a build up to be broken down, Tavros wondered if his lord was even still in the pack. That other wolf was to have supposed to have taken over that was the last of it. Neither had the old man been able to tell Nnoitra his feelings in which he still was in love with the white wolf. Tavros had even come to the conclusion even if he was rejected which would most likely be the case, he would continue to serve his lord to ensue the safety of the future in which he enjoyed for himself.

Now standing at the edge of the scent markers the cat like male reflected off of his first encounter of joining Tortuga, now only to be doing it all over again. Tavros silently waited, giving no noise. Usually he would expect the new higher ups to be out at this hour. If not, he would sit and wait. He knew he was below, he knew that, but he would work his way up again. Unless he found something to derive his attention. The scents filled his nose, one's that he knew very well, and ones that he did not. What had become of his beloved family as he had tried to handle the stupid journey in which assassin's had come after him. Had they become stronger, or far more corrupt into breaking apart? Tavros was eager to discover, to destroy, and to taste the pleasure of the future that could be sewn for him.