Oddity could feel it building up, his head in many ways was turning from left to right. What he thought before, wasn't what he thought now. Things changed, and he was intrigued on the way that they had. He was still different from the world, but he would try to live through the great blackness as long as he could. Oddity had realized by now, that joining a pack would be better for his survival. The man stood at the borders, lowering his head as he covered a small part of the rather large scar across his chest. One that started at the right side of his neck then continued down across his chest to his left shoulder. A large scar, as a boy his father had sliced him open. So many pretty scarlet colors had poured out of him. Yet, he survived, out of will and help from his father after he had listened to him he had recovered with this thing. A mark of the day his innocence slipped away for the final time. Oddity knew no word of the term Childhood, since he hadn't had one. Oddity raised his head but not above his shoulders in a submissive term, as he barked to let the higher ups know that he was here. He was a simple man, but different from the rest. With a ghostly silver eye and the other a crystal blue. The act of innocent and the act of a killer. Oddity had been taken from his mother, had been trained to kill. And while the sexist male had his pickings, he was still in the ever changing cycle of being nearly emotionless. Although every emotion except remorse was there, where a part of his brain required him not to feel that way. He had never felt bad for anyone, he couldn't. That was Oddity's mental illness thank to his fathers side of the family. It made it easier for him to kill though. Speech,

It would not be the usual summoning howl that would confirm his previous assumptions, but no more than a demanding bark; a melody so rasped and prompt it would almost graze right by the structures of chiselled skull, harks twitching with caution as the brawly albino would attempt to isolate the fiend?s location. Good, if the beast was smart he loitered just below the southern borders. Males were of different matter to The King, while he required them to keep his pack running smoothly, they had the ability to threaten his power in ways females were unable; for example, to steal the life from his women?s wombs. Though regardless they would be addressed, so saunter the angel would; if anything slightly more precautious within his advances.

The beast was that of the deepest ebonies, somewhat small in stature, though notably compact; the muscle-tone of a fighter no doubt. Simultaneously the realisation would provoke both alarm bells and relief; did the ghoul present with innocent intentions, or was he as foolish as he was ordinary? The albino would sound his arrival with no more than an infamously weak chuckle, lips tweaking into brazen leer as ruby gaze would roam the bodice of the beast with mild curiosity; all the while suggesting judgement, scrutiny. ?And what brings such a vigorous young fellow to my Kingdom, hm?? he would sway lightly, apparently blissful within his words, ?I do so hope you are as wise within your intentions, as you are engaging??

Things in this world confused him greatly. How could one believe in something else other than what he knew? That was a question he'd never be able to answer. Oddity had killed his only guidance, and there was nothing he could do about that. His personality disorder in which preventing him to feel bad for others when he hurt them, well that was his own problem. As the king approached, Oddity felt....amazed. His coat color was white, and he had a strange pink accent to his eyes and nose, his scent was simply on the edge too. Oddity's mouth nearly opened in awe, but his reaction was a respectful bow and a tilt of his head as he listened his ears pin pointing to the sound of the kings voice. Oddity was quiet peeked in his curiosity. The young slayer was quiet taken back, not only by his appearance, but the way he carried himself. It nearly made his scar burn when he thought about it. This man, why couldn't he have been born of him, he would have an easier time killing wouldn't he have? Oddity stood back a bit his tail flicked as he placed his head back where it was supposed to be naturally instead of tilted. "I do not know what is wise and what is not sir. I just know that I've come to seek entry into your kingdom. Such a godly figure as yourself has his beauty." That was no lie. For someone who could lie easily through his teeth considering his monotone type of voice just naturally that way. His silver and crystal blue orb looked over the king again. "My name is Oddity, Oddity Accunt my king." Oddity rarely gave out his full name. He didn't want the ones who survived his attacks going off and telling everyone the Accunt name was spoiled. Even though it already was. "I have killed many and have trained to fight many, I can offer those skills to you as loyal as can be. If I am to even think about betrayal may my heart be ripped out of my chest and be forced to eat it within my own tongue and teeth." Oddity dipped his head. A pledge onto his heart. A moral, the same as his morals had been changing this entire time. Yes, many males never caught his eye unless they were good for the picking. Yet this one, he was slightly threatening, he was charismatic, and even more so Oddity admired him. One wolf he admired, meant one earned strand of heart for the distant from life male. Speech,