Dance Puppet Dance
The third time is a charm, isn't that what they always say?
Which was what made the male leave his home in the Lifeless Cavern, his many adventures in a short period of time driving the male to see a more...stable home. After the unwanted invasion of some silver spoon harlot, brawls in the street, water, and meeting a whale, Imonde's mind couldn't take anymore. The male only wished to do what he did best, reek havoc.
The male lingered upon the boarder, his head low to the ground as his nostrils flare as he sniffs silently at the markers. Yes, this place just might do it. It didn't smell like it was filled with weaklings, nor did it smell like someone was trying to run a puppy mill and call it a pack. Very well, Imonde's mind settled for a moment, his ears flicking back against his head as his hackles rise upon his spine.
Perhaps this time his mind would be clear enough to make a dedicated choice into sticking with a pack. His senses told him it might be worthy, let's see who would greet the male and what sort of judgement he would pass before leaping off into the distance, or placing his Divine might with whoever called this pack home.
"Speech"
'thoughts'
They had only just arrived, hadn't even found a den to settle in and someone was already here harassing them. Fuck sakes why had she ever even bothered with a stupid pack. The males scent was strong at the boarder so after giving Desiree and the children a lick she would turn and move sluggishly towards the boarder that she had still yet to mark as her own. Destruction's scent was heavy here, she would have to decide what surrounding areas she would take then start marking before boarder scents disappeared completely. The male who was at her broader was neither remarkable nor beautiful, in fact he gave her little to look at at all and simply from his raised hackles already her lip would curl in disgust. Filthy beast... How dare he approach her boarders and claim dominance. Tail arched dominantly over her back in a show she had never put on before. Skull lifted though chin would tuck into her chest as she glared down at the male before her who was no better then a speck of dirt already. Bastard. "This is not Seracia and I will not tolerate any bullshit. Lower. Your. Hackles. Now." She basically spat out her last words, already settling into a more defensive stance, she was wounded and hurt but there would be no hesitation in grounding this brute into the ground if he refused to submit.