07-08-2009, 07:44 PM
ooc- hope this is a private joining.. >.<
The dusty gold male had been left alone with his thoughts far too often in the clan's lands and every time it seemed that it evolved into an utter mess. He had watched his siblings rise in the ranks, Jael who didn't even want to be part of the clan and who in no right deserved the promotion he'd been issued.. and of course Halo, who in every sense he knew would be a perfect edition to the ways of the Lykoi-de le Poer lead clan. Enigma was still struggling to piece together his own puzzle as the world around him turned and like he was slow in doing everything there was a reason and a purpose to his ways. In time he would find his place and things would dawn clear but for now he brooded over the distaste of knowing he was from the stock of a traitor.
The slim mutt wouldn't have even realized the other was there if he hadn't felt the prick of bramble upon his paw and had to resort to digging out the deeply embedded thorn. When he'd lifted his foot to examine the predicament he'd landed himself in he caught the mutterings of the other so close by. Ignoring the thorn for a moment he limped on three legs into the shadows, the scent of the intruder growing stronger as he approached. "What brings you here..." he asked, his voice soft though the warning threat of the fact that the lands were obviously claimed lingering in his tone as he placed the thorn pricked paw back to earth, waiting to see what had been tossed upon the borders this night.
The dusty gold male had been left alone with his thoughts far too often in the clan's lands and every time it seemed that it evolved into an utter mess. He had watched his siblings rise in the ranks, Jael who didn't even want to be part of the clan and who in no right deserved the promotion he'd been issued.. and of course Halo, who in every sense he knew would be a perfect edition to the ways of the Lykoi-de le Poer lead clan. Enigma was still struggling to piece together his own puzzle as the world around him turned and like he was slow in doing everything there was a reason and a purpose to his ways. In time he would find his place and things would dawn clear but for now he brooded over the distaste of knowing he was from the stock of a traitor.
The slim mutt wouldn't have even realized the other was there if he hadn't felt the prick of bramble upon his paw and had to resort to digging out the deeply embedded thorn. When he'd lifted his foot to examine the predicament he'd landed himself in he caught the mutterings of the other so close by. Ignoring the thorn for a moment he limped on three legs into the shadows, the scent of the intruder growing stronger as he approached. "What brings you here..." he asked, his voice soft though the warning threat of the fact that the lands were obviously claimed lingering in his tone as he placed the thorn pricked paw back to earth, waiting to see what had been tossed upon the borders this night.