A Strange Conversation
#1
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Wolves in general seemed to hate coyotes, but as far as Tsrmono knew, they couldn't tell the difference between coyotes and jackals. It was a giant difference for Tsrmono, and he never let anyone forget it. They were so hell bent on hating coyotes that they often mistook the jackal for one, and he so then hated all who mistook him for his similar cousins. He didn't hate the coyotes, but more the wolves and anyone who was wrong in their assumptions.

As Tsrmono wandered into a nearby pack territory, the smell of burning was apparent. He looked ahead, and saw charred land spread around. The soil crunched under his feet and he walked across the barren field. He had no idea who caused this fire, but he could tell this was caused not by nature, but by the hand of an entity. He leaned his head closer to the ground, but all he could smell was the fire. Scents were driven out by the fire. It seemed that the only way to find out who is around is for them to meet him, face to face.

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DIE


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#2
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Powerplay, kind of? (304.)


Oh, King hated coyotes—sub-canine imbeciles. He hated them more than many things, and he liked that hatred; it was hot and it was dangerous, and it made him powerful. He did not hate them indiscriminately, though. He had his reasons. He had seen them appear from the belly of the forest, led by the woman with the one glaring eye, in order to attack him and his mother. An attempt on his life was not something that the young monster so easily forgave, and certainly not to beasts that his father had rightfully warred against nevertheless. And the puppy did not really draw distinctions—any creature that looked strange in his blue eyes and came from the outside was his enemy, and he had no problems with drawing blood.


So when the stormy-furred youth, stalking through the ashy remnants of the burned Dahlian territory, spied the pitch-furred stranger trespassing upon his lands, something dark and furious began to burn within his heart. This beast was not a wolf, which already stained his reputation, and he was not supposed to be here. Age, size, it did not matter. King no longer had concerns for himself, for there was already a hunger planted within his mind that yearned for rending flesh and blood. Tormenting vermin could only last so long—violence, much like so many things, was something that escalated.


The young demon began to run at the stranger, dark lips peeling back to reveal ivory teeth. When he reached the other youth he wanted nothing more than to bowl him over, teeth tearing as snarls rasped out of his throat, but King was not really one for stealth. The beast might've seen him coming, which meant he would either have to face a territorial and angry fledgling demon, or he would have to run.
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#3
ooc- lol i don't even care Big Grin

Tsrmono wasn't exactly being stealthy, as he intended on being found. And sooner or later he did, by a young wolf around his height, maybe taller. However, this meant that the wolf was most likely younger than him. Tsrmono's short stature was that of a child months younger than he was, and it fooled many. By the looks of the wolf, appearances didn't matter. He barreled straight towards the jackal. The electric blue eyes were filled with a genocidal hatred Tsrmono had never seen, and determined that this wolf had serious anger management issues. Nonetheless, he remained emotionless. Swiftly and rather effortlessly, he stepped aside at the last moment, letting the other puppy run right past him.

He stared at the wolf with bottomless eyes which seemingly leaked blood, and spoke to him in his empty tone of voice. "We aknowledge your anger as a result of our trespassing. We would advise that we do not mean harm, but in your current emotional state, there is a high probability that you will ignore us or deny our words. Profanity and insults are also likely." Tsr turned to face his assailant, who didn't really get a hit on him anyway. "We remain unattached to any pack or clan. We are not a spy. You may believe this or not, but we only speak in facts." Tsrmono's voice dully sounded, as he emotionlessly reasoned with the considerably upset wolf child.
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(271.)


He noticed the creature's side-step a little too slow, and his momentum was too much to stop. But King knew how to handle his body, and so as he passed the pitch-furred canine he dug his claws in, making a swift U-turn so that he was facing the intruder. He did not launch into another attack, however; his cunning was at work, luminous eyes studying every movement that the other youth made. But there wasn't much to see—the weird thing with the red, bloody-looking markings beneath his eyes was standing still, speaking. King couldn't really hear at first, because he was prickling like a porcupine and growling as fiercely as any fledgling demon should, and out of unexpected curiosity he quieted himself, just to hear what the thing had to say to defend itself.


His tone was curious, broken-sounding—he had never heard the lack of emotion that the creature had. Well, it didn't really matter how he sounded or how he acted; it did not change the fact that he was here and he was not supposed to. "I don't care that you aren't in another pack or you aren't a spy," the young tyrant snarled, taking an aggressive step toward the stranger. "There are other things you aren't—you aren't a wolf and you aren't a member of Dahlia de Mai. And there's one thing you are—on my lands." He took another step, his fur standing on end again and his teeth flashing as his lips pulled backward. Unless this creature had anything more to say to stop him, King was little less than a loaded gun.
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#5
When he first spoke, the other male seemed confused, almost interested. Tsr expected this, but did not expect it to waive his dominance. The pup continued to act like he owned the place, which led Tsrmono to suspect that he had an older relative who was the leader, a father or older brother, an uncle could be possible too. The father option seemed more likely though.

Regardless of what he said, the wolf remained angered and hostile. Tsrmono snorted softly, as he kept his ground, unusually relaxed in his current situation. He knew he could run, but he wanted information, and he had a feeling that this wolf knew something useful. "We realize we are not wolf or of your pack, but there are certain factors you may not have realized. For example, We may actually be here on purpose. We may be looking for a wolf from this Dahlia de Mai. We may be interviewing packs of potential. There are many situations to consider, wolf. We may even have a common enemy or friend." Tsrmono had a gamble, speaking to the wolf like that. It wasn't guaranteed that he would be able to get out of this one.


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