He had heard this was a place to find a master apparently. Someone could come claim him, and he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of looking around for one. The small twenty four inch male stood on the solid ground his red eyes perked at interest of those who would come to confront him. What kind of world awaited him without his brother? His brother had been the only one to tell him he shouldn't have the behavior he had. Though now he was gone, dead. The last he had seen of him was in the young girl Arian's face with him stalking his family without them knowing because of his skills of hiding. It made the male sigh, what was he even doing or thinking? Why was he even thinking for that matter. Dragneel sat himself, as he rested himself. Stop thinking, just wait. That was the best thing, because if he thought he would get up and do something stupid. Specially with the temper he held on the inside of him like a small monster wrapped in bubble wrap. Of course he was good at fighting, but there wasn't much a small male could do but submit. And he loved submitting, it was possibly the only thing he really knew how to do right. Speech,

Wolf from dawnthieves, manip by Ocena. Character belongs to Denden! Large paws struck the blood stained terra, and the giantess was not sure why she was out here. The children were now old enough to allow her away from the den for a few hours, and she was taking that up. On the giant, rolling plains the alabaster Queen stood, seeking on her own the makings of a new empire. A small figure sat boredly upon the ground, a little ways away from her, back facing to her. Long legs took fluid, graceful strides towards the russet male lupine, interest shoving forwards tall, acute ivory audits. "Good day, sir. Might I inquire as to why you are here?" Faintly accented Russian lyrics, ethereal and whisper soft, would ask gently of the man. She would step up to his left side, looking down with cold moonstone orbs. Tiara would tilt to the side as she looked him over, liquid mercury optics flicking over his small frame and unique pelt. He could make an interesting addition to her Kingdom, maybe this one could be of use? "speech!"

Why was he here? That question would be brought to the boys ears as his red eyes glinted at the girl. He would stay silent for a moment, to give an answer since he was asked. "I am waiting to be claimed." He would not lie, not unless his master told him to. And at the moment he was masterless, mistressless. After all, he couldn't do much else with himself. He was not capable of thinking for himself without causing harm. A scar that sat across his muzzle was proof of that. He did not meet eye contact with her, he kept his head lower. And seeing as he was smaller anyway there wasn't that big of a difference. Make sure not to do anything to piss your master off. It was the worse possible thing, and he was used to pain and punishment more than anything. Speech,

" Desire? is, if anything a fire waiting to be lit by another; her destruction irrelevant to a land that seems, oh to strange. Her thick eyelashes curl almost into an entire sphere, but not quite so, making her appear more like a delicate doll that stands on four slender, long lean legs. With every breath the nymph would take her paws would respond with a push, her strides lengthening across the battlefield. She didnt seem the type to fantasize about all the war boys drenched in blood; but that is exactly what she loves the most. Pity that theres none of that today. With a single sweep to her tail her tiara would raise in interest, optics narrowing upon the two wolves. the blood kissed lips would pull back almost in distaste, but she would decide to venture towards the two in a devouring interest. " One should not be so willing to be claimed withought a price, boy." She'd coo beneath her breath, hoping he's not as submissive as he looks, but that- of course could be fixed with the right mentor.

Wolf from dawnthieves, manip by Ocena. Character belongs to Denden! The nonchalance of the males reply was strange to the lady, who quirked a brow quizzically. "Are you now?" She would reply, faintly accented lyrics curious and intrigued by this small male's desire to be trapped by having a master. Slowly she would seat herself, haunches falling to kiss the terra with fluid grace. Long, silken banner would rest flush with one foot, twin raven's feathers flickering in the light breeze as she did so. "Why do you wish to be claimed, russet one?" She would ask softly, fixing her liquid mercury gaze upon the downcast features of the stranger. Regal features were calm, emotionless as always, the giantess held herself with her usual poise. A stranger appeared now, one with a truly unique coat. Mauve pigments saturated the fur of the dame, who approached like a wraith of the battlefield and asserted that the male was being idiotic. The alabaster queen did not break her mask of calm aloofness. "Good day, stranger. I believe that choice is that of this man, is it not?" She would reply, ethereal tones cool as she made the statement. Smooth and whisper soft were her vocals, faintly accented with Russian. She was not interested in listening to another wolf try to talk this man out of his decisions. Everyone could do what they wished, and if this man wished to be claimed, that was his choice. Moonstone orbs would effortlessly flick from the violet features of the strange woman, and return to watching the face of the male who wanted to be claimed. "speech!"