Hati moved grumpily through the land, tracking Daegmar. Damnit, where the fuck did she get to this time? Wasn't she part of some pack with some crazy viking bitch at some point? There was no pack there now and all of his slow tracking pointed him in this direction, to this pack. Why was he even bothering? It wasn't like she had really looked for him. And maybe that was why... she wasn't a clingy, needy little female. She was a competent, intelligent warrior. A bro. He needed that right now, that undemanding and nonjudgmental pseudo-friendship they had. There were... things, clawing at the inside of his head. Things he knew would overwhelm him and leave him a mindless killer. Hati had no issue with either of those things really but he didn't want to lose this sense of self he clung to so tenaciously, not again. The skull he wore gave him an odd sense of safety, hidden within the dark sockets like a bear brooding in a cave, but after his confrontation with Akemi... that wasn't enough anymore. With Daegmar he'd always had some outlet for the darkness. She grounded him, allowed him to indulge his darkness without being lost in it. Damnit where was she?
Foiled by the pack's border, he considered stopping there to wait. He even threw back his heavy head to let loose a gravely howl for Daegmar. But then he eyed that invisible border... What the fuck ever. Growling softly under his breath, shaking his head just the slightest every few steps to rattle that Something around his brain, he stomped over the border and into Imperium territory.
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Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.
Seirously, what had she done to fucking deserve this? The mottled wraith rolled violently in the snow attempting to cool herself down. She was in bloody heat again and it just wasn't fair! Dægmar had no time for this nonsense. Stalking along the border she practiced her cursing when a sudden familiar scent hit her nose. Malicious grin spread across the femme's face. Why…. it was the scent of her dearest Hati. Where the hell had he gotten off to?
She glared at the invisible scent marker. Waltzing right into Imperium territory, hm? Well he always did have more balls than brains. With a deep breath and a scowl she took off after the male, thought twisting in her head as she tried to decide if she should maul him or screw him….. maybe both. Both was good.
It didn't take her long to find the grumpy, stalking form of her companion and she strode right up next to him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "To what do I owe a visit from a handsome gentleman caller? Hati, what the hell have you been up to? I was starting to wonder if you'd gotten eaten by a bear. Not that I think any living creature could choke down your flavor."
Hati's ear twitched toward the sound of approaching paws, and then suddenly Daegmar's voice was in his ear and her scent wrapped around him. He twisted his head to look at her, nose wrinkling beneath his mask at her words. "I'll bet you could choke me down just fine," he growled back, words tumbling unbidden from his muzzle, then stopped walking abruptly. Crude he may be but the sexual was something to be avoided, it's potential for unwanted drama and entanglements too great. So why the fuck... Gold eyes glared her way, and he snorted her pheromone-laced scent from his nose. "Damn it Daegmar you need to warn a man before you go waving that smell around at them." He snorted again, retreating away from the raging hormones awakened by that scent. Even fucking Daegmar, man, even she had those womanly wiles that annoyed him so much. But gods it was hard to resist. "I've been lookin' for you," he rumbled in answer to her question, eyeing her. "Haven't been having a lot of luck with the pack gig, have you?"
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Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.