10-24-2012, 04:28 PM
He had been staying low, his words had been spoken and the only thing to do was to wait. To see if Ciara would welcome him into the pack to which she belonged. But while he quite literally lay in wait, his upright ears caught the sound of another approaching. There was no mistake in Demogorgon’s mind that he was firmly in the middle of things now. The male was clearly a force one did not want to displease. He himself had already entertained worry that the first to greet him could very easily use him as a chew toy. Not just down to his current state but also that Ciara had a presence that in itself was strong, he had seen such strength before. Needless to say he was hoping that this would end well for him. Only wishing he could go lower as the male took in his appearance and scent, but if he could go any lower he would taste the dirt beneath him. To which he was sure was one thing he possibly wreaked of. Not a very pleasing scent for any nose to need endure.
Demgorgon was glad that she saw him as no threat, which indeed he wasn’t. Though he was very aware that he was not looking his best he had a feeling that it was a side effect of wondering around with complete lack of knowing where he would end up. He listened intently, his ears fully upright as he absorbed every word. Whilst he was a little worried of those that could change their form, he got the impression that his past experience shouldn’t make him scared of all those that could go from four legs to two. After all he knew all packs were different, therefore if those that stood before him were like those he had run from he would have already been dead. However he wasn’t for which he was grateful, along with the fact that they seemed welcoming towards him.
Being quite excited at there were also natural wolves within this pack, he did wonder what they were like. In fact what any pack member he hadn’t yet met was like, though he considered after being on his own for so long he may not be the best at being sociable. He hadn’t even talked to himself whilst on his travels so his practice was none existence at conversing with others. Demogorgon lifted his head only slightly as he was asked what skills he could contribute to the pack to which territory he was on the edge of. He took a moment to think on her question. Whilst he had done many things whilst within his previous pack, he had found certain things that he had more of a flare at.
“Yes I was in a pack. I was skilled at hunting, our territory was large but the amount of prey was a lot less. Before leaving there I became experienced in protecting our land and pack more than is the normal. Another rather vicious pack decided to move in, there was much fighting.”
Demogorgon told them both, though he knew his survival was something to be happy about. But it was the fact of his inability to truly protect his kin that soured that fact for him. He knew that one couldn’t do everything which was the reason there kind lived within packs. Although he could do nothing but be honest on how he came to be here, he did hope it didn’t make him look anymore inferior than he possibly already did.
Demgorgon was glad that she saw him as no threat, which indeed he wasn’t. Though he was very aware that he was not looking his best he had a feeling that it was a side effect of wondering around with complete lack of knowing where he would end up. He listened intently, his ears fully upright as he absorbed every word. Whilst he was a little worried of those that could change their form, he got the impression that his past experience shouldn’t make him scared of all those that could go from four legs to two. After all he knew all packs were different, therefore if those that stood before him were like those he had run from he would have already been dead. However he wasn’t for which he was grateful, along with the fact that they seemed welcoming towards him.
Being quite excited at there were also natural wolves within this pack, he did wonder what they were like. In fact what any pack member he hadn’t yet met was like, though he considered after being on his own for so long he may not be the best at being sociable. He hadn’t even talked to himself whilst on his travels so his practice was none existence at conversing with others. Demogorgon lifted his head only slightly as he was asked what skills he could contribute to the pack to which territory he was on the edge of. He took a moment to think on her question. Whilst he had done many things whilst within his previous pack, he had found certain things that he had more of a flare at.
“Yes I was in a pack. I was skilled at hunting, our territory was large but the amount of prey was a lot less. Before leaving there I became experienced in protecting our land and pack more than is the normal. Another rather vicious pack decided to move in, there was much fighting.”
Demogorgon told them both, though he knew his survival was something to be happy about. But it was the fact of his inability to truly protect his kin that soured that fact for him. He knew that one couldn’t do everything which was the reason there kind lived within packs. Although he could do nothing but be honest on how he came to be here, he did hope it didn’t make him look anymore inferior than he possibly already did.