Inhaling the cool night air and letting it plume out slightly given the hint of chill in the air, Malakai's dark fur gave him the best camoflauge nature could have given him though his feral, yellow eyes betrayed him, and as he scanned this new territory, inhaled the scents of the pack that had staked its claim in the land, he didn't care that this wasn't his place. The emptiness in his belly was not down to a lack of food and the chill in his veins was not down to the evening drop in temperature. Malakai had lost everything, or so it felt to him. His mate had lost their pups and herself had become distant from him. His den felt bare without her there, the bare stone walls a constant reminder of what little substance his life held. The misery within him had taken its hold, had drained him of whatever energy or spark had still remained until the anger took over. Anger, fury, rage, his old friends, had once more reared their heads within him and leaving the safety and familiarity of Anathema lands, Malakai had wandered over the border in his preferred Secui form and towards the mountains though avoided climbing the peaks. Instead, his path took him North-West, just outside the North edge of the Inferni packlands. He continued on this route until he reached the Pictou River, and using the cool waters to quench his thirst and to wash off the dust and dirt from his travels, he followed the edge of the river, reaching another pack border. New Dawn's border.
Crossing into New Dawn's land, Malakai kept his eyes open for patrols, for those who would defend its borders from invading enemies or strangers, but for the moment, he found none nearby, leaving him with a somewhat unobstructed path. Night had already fallen, and now, with all these new scents around him, all the possibilities, Kai felt a spark within him. Holding back a slow, predatory growl in his throat, Kai felt his muscles flex - back at home, he felt drained, empty inside, held back by his pack rules, by his loyalty to Anathema but here, he felt invincible. Here, he knew no-one. He had no friends, no allies here, he had nothing invested in this pack. Suddenly, the black male snorted at the prospect - he felt like he could lay waste to the entire pack, to the buildings, to the homes these Luperci had made and there would be nothing to hold him back. As darkness spilled into his veins and his thoughts in equal measure, his fur bristled and his muzzle broke into a sly, sinister smirk. Yes, he could release the agony and torment of losing his pups and potentially his mate here.
His ears twitched at the slightest sound and whereas moments before, Kai had felt hollow, now it seemed he had motive - woe betide whoever should find him first.
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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