WC: 638 - Enter grumpy-poo from a tree. And haha.... Alaki argues with himself alot.... thankfully only within his mind. And that was before he went a lil crazy o.o Although he no too crazy anymore ^^

This entire habit of defying and disobeying could not be a good sign, but rather a foolish indulgence of his. A kick or some kind of high; logic told him that Naniko was right, that he should remain within Anathema’s borders, fulfilling the duties of which his rank gave him, but the now unleashed reckless side of him rebelled against the idea of following orders, of confining himself within his own pack because of them. A small stream of rational thought had came to him just recently, the grey coated Rakeeb finally giving up his grandiose plans for revenge.. or atleast, immediate revenge. Blood was due to be spilt, traitors, betrayers and whores to be punished for their crimes, one way or another... but for now he would wait, draw them into a false sense of security, lull them into the belief that he had forgotten and then destroy the little happiness they had found; so foolish they were to cross him as such, they left him but no choice accept to show them who they were dealing with... and that time would come soon enough.

In a lazy motion, a leg sway gently as it hung free from the branch he was sat in. Weapons shifting in their various locations, strapped as they were to his body; their presence allowed him to feel confident and assured. Time had passed much since he'd climbed the tree to simply sit within it's shelter, to hide within it's maze of branches, all the while he'd remained alone and undisturbed; no foolish idiots he could take out pent up stress and his never ending anger onto, he couldn't help but wonder if he still carried his packs scent, after lingering in neutral territories and having washed in the a river that morning he doubted the scent was strong enough to indicated he was a member of the pack; only that he'd been there before.

Each day after his isolation he had been getting better, seemingly more stable; reason returned to him... atleast, as much as he had had before, and on the surface one may say he was back to normal. But within him his dark lust burned, desire for blood and killing remained barley controlled through training and venting out on inanimate objects; it was that or venting on live things, which apparently wasn't all that acceptable.

Sighing, he peered down into the distance... spotting something different in the lands beneath him. A wolf... from the air he smelt lightly of Jace's pack.... the packs name escaping his memory. Twisting slightly he reached above him to grasp a branch so he did not fall, the skin on his arm itching and tugging from where it was laced in self inflicted scratches, the wounds now healing slowly. Observing from his higher perch, he watched with amusement as the dark male drunk and spoke to himself, although he could not hear the spoken words he saw the males mouth open and close as if speaking, his mind trying to guess and figure what was being said, but ultimately failing, for from his distance he couldn't make finer details out.

Scooting to the edge of the branch, he fell down to the ground, a loud 'thud' announcing his presence and he slowly made his way towards the male. No reason or logic behind his actions, just the unconscious need for socialization and some form of companionship... after his breakdown he'd probably scared half the pack and so he'd stayed away from them, ashamed and embarrassed by his show of weakness. The temporary madness though, was a nice touch in his opinion. Moving to the male, he stopped, smirk upon his lips as he looked down at the other, his body displaying the usual air of dominance he moved with day in day out.