TO DARKNESS, TO SUFFER WHEN I FALL
I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL

Poison hearts will never change..
Overall I was a very complicated, mixed up package. Outside was a façade of smiles and honey soaked lyrics, my little frame with holding everything else that was inside. I showed to be friendly but I knew I wasn’t, not that anyone else really would tell between my inviting smile and falsely bubbly attitude. That did not stop me from wanting to befriend other though, even if I did loathe many and appreciate the company of few - This brujo, the large onyx one.. He seemed pretty straight forwards, a kind character. I thought wolves like this would not be the type for a pack unless they owned it themselves, but on the same note I wondered whether they would be able to rule their own pack; it took violence and strength, some were just too kind in general to be violent or anything of the sort. My small pack, which was how I honestly did want to keep it, wasn’t really one of those murderous only types. I did enjoy blood and pain, oh how I did, but I was a strange one and changed reasonably day by day to how my mood best suited.

Rip someone’s throat out one moment, giggle at them the next.

Okay so I was pretty fucked up, but that’s what gave me character really. Most other alpha’s stayed the same monotone character, never changing; stability was for the boring, the weak. It was something I pretty much lacked in a lot of things, but I was growing used to it. I had to, right? Yeah it was probably a good idea.

I perked my tulips forwards on a slight lean and drew my beige scars higher in a much more friendlier smile, contradictory to all I had been thinking. Another thing I found myself to be, greatly contradictory. The brute introduced himself as King Kong, and after the small hesitation before answering he seemed to flow through my question, all well thought out. Not once did he stumble through his words and have to correct himself, for that he earned a little respect - For thinking over my answer before hand, not having to think as he spoke. That irritated me when questions were answered in such a hesitant manner. I focused my beige luminaries on his own mask, gaze lowered in a respectful way.

‘Am I that ugly that you must lower your eyes in my presence? I don’t mind if you look up, Kong.’

Cherry glossa ran along my chops before I giggled a little, banner waving above my spine in a playful air.

‘I like your answer, it’s respectable. Thank-you for taking the question I presented you with seriously, and fore mostly welcome to Munashii Gekko. Although he may not be here yet, I am currently in rule with my brother. His name is Angel, but I warn you to watch out for him - He is not really a friendly one when it comes to fellow males.’

I loved him though.. Taking a moment for my words to sink in, I swooped my skull in a small nod and grinned, eyes alive and bright for once. It had been a good while since I’d had company, and there wasn’t a great deal to do now apart from, well anything. Possibly if the black brujo so wished, then now would be one of those chances I would have to learn about him or him about me. It worked both ways, and I wanted my members to trust me as well as befriend me. A challenge, but something I could work at if I kept my pack limited in numbers and close knit.