"Stupid ground, why don't you scream?!" The wolf growled, slamming a paw against the ground near a hole. The male didn't realize that the geysers went dormant into the winter season, to him, the ground always screamed. He would move away from it though, lifting his head with a annoyed huff, tail lashing behind him. He would just find something else to pay with liiiiike. "That!"HE grinned, bounding over and stopping a few feet away, gently nudging a small skeleton with his nose. "Mr Squirrel will play with me, won't you?" He grinned, grabbing it's skull in his jaws before tossing it up into the air. "normal. talk. think. you" Awesome image by Canttina <3

Joy. Mania. It emanated from the core of his being, poisoning him, making him feel elated and aroused and so much more. His encounter with his brother the previous season left him with a newly-found sense of purpose; a new destiny. Jaeger had told him of his plan, and oh how he had adored it! The two would make a positively impeccable duo; his charm and Jaeger's lust for blood made a perfect, flawless trap. They would sacrifice a creature of power, of great desire and worth to the gods, and they would be rewarded accordingly. Oh, what he wanted was to join the gods in Valhalla with his brother, to be one with him, to enjoy one another for the rest of eternity.

But his journey would not be easy. He was ready for great strife, great pain and even suffering along the way. But they had a vague idea of who the woman they were after was; even a vague description. A massive bitch with strange purple-tinted fur and eyes of violet. The mere thought of finding her excited him -- how he dreamed of seducing her, of watching his brother finalize the deed! It thrilled him, shook him to the very core, rattled his soul and oh how he loved it.

And so he would begin the search of her, of his prize. But he knew he would face others along the way -- and that was why Kapra's attention was jolted from his task at hand when in the distance he saw a dark-furred creature, a wolf with bright purple eyes that immediately made him wonder..

The scent was strangely androgynous, not quite female and yet it smelled off, like the wolf was sick, perhaps? Or no... with eager green eyes, he crept forward, his gaze betraying his curiosity quite readily. The lanky tan brute would slink forward, eying the strange wolf -- it was only when he was much closer that he was able to see the thing was indeed a wolf, and yet how feminine he looked! "Did your mother not teach you manners?" He questioned aloud, his voice animated and light, not at all stern. "There are many things worth playing with, but I don't think that is one of them..."


(by Valhalla I do not mean the pack :D)

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WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.

Up and down, up and down. Sal would run in small circles, tossing the small skull up in the air, hopping back to catch it. The boy would even hold it in his jaws a bit, jogging a few feet to the left, then the right before tossing it back up into the air. It was the most excitement he had in a long time, but it was disappointing that it was only because he was bored and had nobody else to play with. Something would approach him though, the scent of a wolf close by caused the boy to freeze where he stood, violet orbs falling upon a tan wolf approaching. Standing there his ears would twitch then swivel forward to catch the man's voice, asking if his mother ever taught him not to play wit his food, and that there were things worth playing with and that the skull wasn't one of them. The skull dropped from the sky, making a tunk sound as it connected with Sal's head. He jumped, shaking his had quickly, taking a step back with a chuckle. "I was allowed to do as I wished wolf." He would grin, tail wagging. The boy would take a few steps to the side, leaning his head down to grab the skull gently, lifting it back up and toss it towards the man. "Think fast!" "normal. talk. think. you" Awesome image by Canttina <3

His gaze would watch with keen interest as the boy tossed the skull around like it was a chew-toy. Though he was certainly strange upon first inspection, his playfulness was infectious, and he found a grin splitting across his features. Slowly he would creep a bit closer, paws contacting with the cool earth, which was already beginning to accumulate a bit of snow. He could only hope the weather would not put a damper on their plans, but he was rather willing to wait, for it would be better to perfect their course of action before rushing things.

Somehow the boy's attention was arrested from the skull, and it came crashing down from the sky, smashing against his skull. He seemed surprised, but all-over unharmed. He raised a brow, wondering why this boy was so strange; not that he was overly normal himself. "A free spirit!" he exclaimed dramatically, his eyes and voice alight with laughter. He had not been raised so freely, not in the sense this boy likely considered; faith had been engrained into him, and how he would have been punished if he had strayed from his religion. But he had never been inclined to question such things -- life was so wonderful and pleasurable that he has no need to wonder if it was all a lie.

He was rather taken aback when the boy tossed the skull his way, eyes widening as he shifted to duck from skull. His reaction ought to have been to catch it, but instead it simply hit the side of his neck and fell to the earth. His facade faltered, a rarity for the free-spirited man; the slightest hint of a frown tugged at the corners of his lips, but he forced a grin onto his lips just as quickly. What a weird boy. And what a coincidence that he had the same pelt of the woman he was searching for! Eyes would stray, drifting over the boy's body. So feminine. So soft. Unlike anyone he'd met before. Even his scent was off. Slowly he crept forward a bit, sniffing subtly at his aroma. This was not the creature they were looking for, but he was so interesting -- he'd caught his attention. Another laugh fell from parted jowls, a haunting sound that he hardly felt he needed to contain.

After a moment of silence, he took a few steps closer. "Now, you think fast!" He alerted him, before leaping forward and intending to snag hold of the scruff around the boy's neck. Not a threatening gesture, but more of a playful one -- but it could easily be taken in a different way...

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WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.

The boy would grin as he watched the man, at first he seemed okay, not the aggressive type. It was a bit of a shame, Sal was looking forward to some rough play. Oh well, this would have to do. The man didn't seem o see the skull coming, the look on his face as it came sailing towards him, priceless. The boy dropped his front half to the ground, tail wagging behind him as he watched. The man not really moving out of the way or trying to catch it, just letting the skull hit him in the neck and drop to the ground. Sal's ears dropped, was this a party pooper? The wolf simply stood up and moved towards the thin male, sniffing the air. What was he sniffing for? There was only Sal here, definitely no other scents hanging in the air. Then a laugh, ears shot up again, jumping back up on all four waiting for the man to engage. All of a sudden he wanted Sal to think fast! The boy yipped, body moving as fast as he could, weight shifting to his back end. He tried to move back and to the side as the wolf came at him. "Close, so close silly wolf!" Sal would laugh, dodging the jaws aiming for his scruff, trying trying to turn and run beneath the man's neck. "normal. talk. think. you" Awesome image by Canttina <3

He couldn't help but wonder how Jaeger would like this boy; if he would make a good offering to the gods. It had been some time since they were away from their family; and even longer since they had participated in a bl?t, and he could only hope that they were not disappointing their beloved deities. Surely a kind of sacrifice would have to be prepared soon, before the cold of the winter truly set in and prey become more scarce.

Though he leapt forward rather swiftly, trying to snag the boy's scruff in a playful yet slightly alarming gesture, he seemed prepared. Perhaps he had been ready to play all along! The dark-furred boy dodged his jaws, slipping under his chest and running to his other side. "No fun," he said, feigning disappointment, though the corners of his lips twitched upward in a devilish smile. "Tell me, boy; whose company is it that I am so honored to enjoy?" His smooth tones held a seductive quality, something that was not at all uncommon for him. Another gleeful laugh left his lips, as he curled his body to the side, attempting to nip at the back of one of his hind legs, up near his tail.

TABLE + CODING BY TIFF

WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.

Sal didn't really think he could slip past the man fast enough, so when he did manage to a large grin spread over her lips. He slipped under the man's chest, running to the other side and making a small hop in the air, twisting his body around to reface the stranger. He would hold his head high, violet orbs not leaving the male for a moment, ears stood up and tail was held up, waving behind him. Was the man wanting to play more? Could he give the boy what he wanted? He chuckled as the man said he was no fun, turning around and asking who the boy was, laughing then going to nip near Sal's tail. A chill would run up his spine, his body trembling at the light touch. It had been the most he got in a long time, and oh how good it felt. ?Hm, a name.? With a hum the boy would give a swing of his tail, brushing along the mystery man's shoulder. ?Haven't had to tell others it in a long time.? The dark boy would move away, a bounce in his step, making his way over to the skull that had bopped him in the head moments ago. ?How about you give me a name handsome?? With smooth tones he would watch from the corner of his eyes, waiting to see if the man would make another move. He would bend over and grab the small skull between his jaws, lifting it up and looking back to the stranger. "normal. talk. think. you" Awesome image by Canttina <3