Prey.

That was what the pack of Tortuga was made up of, mindless wolves that could not defend themselves, instead they cowered with fright, they where unworthy. In time, the male would have to resist Tortuga, but the intonations of challenge upon his lips, the hatred festering behind his storm hazed eyes. But enough was enough, for now the male would make his way from the north, his paws hitting the dirt within his hovel in the Lifeless Caverns.

Restlessness though was overtaking the young God, his paws carrying him away from his home in the north as he begins the trek to who knows where. The man was finally getting annoyed, his ears resting against his ears as he sniff the air deeply. The man would shake his head, grumbling under his breath as he continues to venture forward until finally coming to a shades of a fog covered forest.

Ears gradually tilt forward, his head tilting over to the side as his eyes flicker to life. Interesting, his thoughts circle in his head as he sniffs the air. A flash of annoyance overcomes his features as he grumbles. Easily his nose picked up traces of the a back that called this place home. Pity, the man could have called this place home, but oddly enough he settled himself on the ground, stomach pressing into the undergrowth as his head rests upon his paws.


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Limbs carried the heavily pregnant woman around her home as she patrolled the borders, one of the few things she was still capable of doing. Any day now her body should be rid of these nuisances. Crown hung level with her spine, coral eyes tired. Her steps were slow, paws dragging slightly. It wasn't until a foreign scent filled her nostrils that she would come to life. Her crown would lift, eyes narrowing as her silver pelt bristled. Not even a call had been sounded, this stranger was merely lurking at her borders. Lips curled back as the woman stalked forward, moving silently through her forest. The woman would not stop until coral eyes rested on a silver man, curled up on the growl. A growl vibrated her throat as she looked down at him. "This is the wrong place for a nap." Velvety words rolled off her tongue, only the smallest of threats detectable. Was he really so foolish as to lay down at her borders and attempt a nap? Fool. Was it just her luck that so many fools showed up wanting to join her pack?

Hey Imonde? Would you beat up a pregnant lady? Hell yeah.

No feelings spared, no mercy, no conscious, if one was wise enough to threaten the Divine they where wise enough to come place their head between his teeth and let him bite down until he was absolutely cheeky. At least that was the thought as his gaze slowly sides to a woman that had the nerve to growl at him.

His brow draws together, his head not lifting from his paws as he regards her with almost a bored expression. This one seems to have a bit more bite in her though, that was a plus. Hell, at least she wasn't letting the Divine just waltz around her boarders like he owned the place...yet. So finally the male drew his head up, paws pushing up his mass as he gradually shakes out his fur.

"If we where nap-ping, our eyes would have be-en closed," he points out the obvious, his tail curling above his back as he turns head toward the woman. "Then again, when one is strong eno-ugh, they can nap where they ple-ase, yes?" His vocal cords pushed out the words as they reverberated about him, sickeningly blunt and straight forward. "So is the way of dom-i-na-tion."

There was masked dark humor behind his gaze as he stalks along the boarder, his body in motion for just a moment before coming to a stand still. The man would lift his head, nose sniffing the air before his head lowered down to the ground as he sniffs about there as well, the male evaluating the pack based on the markers.


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The man would rise, smartass comments rolling off his tongue. His tail had turned high over his back, causing the Queen to narrow her eyes. He had no right to portray any sort of dominance here. These were not his lands, nor his borders. His lack of respect irritated the woman to no end. He spoke nothing of any importance or value, causing his words to fall on deaf ears. Coral pools watched as he move, how skull lowering to sniff at her borders. Jaws clenched in annoyance. He was wasting her time, and pregnancy had made the woman even more prone to mood swings. "Lets not waste my time, why are you here?" Words cracked like a whip, lashing out to catch his attention as he finally came to a stand still. Coral pools drifted over him, he was a large brute, impressively so, his pelt a mix of grays and blacks. Crown remained lifted high, chin tucked slightly to guard her throat. Ears slide forward to attention, her eyes trained on his every move. She did not trust this one. Though she really didn't trust anyone. But he had come strolling up to her borders, and lingered without announcing himself and then had the audacity to make a display of dominance. Dominance he didn't have.

We fear nothing.

The male was completely focused on the ground, his nose moving along it as he dissected the scents, breaking the pack down into pieces as he ponders each fragment, each scent, each smell. Children... His mind diluted the information down into the only word that could explain the packs make up. The alpha of children, having more children...how...simple. His mind easily rotates the thoughts.

Her words then reach his ears, his eyes slowly sliding back to stare at her. What was this? He did not ask her to speak. Nay, the alpha of puppies was trying to address him? Finally he blinks, his head turning back to the direction from where he came. Another unworthy pack, no one can defend with a bunch of yearlings and puppies, his thought kept spinning round and round like thunder against a mountain.

Her head would dip, his brow would knit together as he suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. "Not-hing, we shall find some-place worthy, too many young-lings for our taste," He rumbles, eyes narrowing down to fine slits, the muscles under is pelt twitching with anticipation, but soon he turns, the male stalking off into the environment.

-exit imonde-


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