The female had already stopped midstride by the time I brought myself within her vicinity. I don't hesitate to wonder why she stopped. Maybe it's because of the scent of an alpha that lingers so strongly on my hide? Maybe she's one of the pack members that has a distaste for pups? Not like I care. I feel invincible at this stage in my life. If something happens to me, the wolf responsible will have to answer to Queens and her set of pawns. Besides, I can handle myself, thank you. Demonica blood runs in my veins. The first reaction I take in as I see the female wolf is her set of wide sapphire eyes. An oddly deep chuckle for my age drips from my fangs at the surprised look. As I've said before, yes, I know that I look quite odd as far as color goes, but what do you think you get when you have a mother who can't make up her damn mind on boys?

I note a change in the female as I close in. Something in her body changes, reacting to me, though I can't put a paw on just what. Then I watch as a slow smirk works its way across her frosty lips, one that I can't help but return. Mischief lingers in my blue eyes as I take her in. She is quite pretty, but I'm too young for that nonsense. I'm more intrigued with her more than anything. She has no scent of Queens around her, more of a dark odor, but an odor of Malignant none the less. That must mean that she has been given the proper permissions to come into the pack lands, or so I hope for her sake. She looks me straight in the eye and I can't help but take a liking to this female. It's not like I've had experience with any of the other pack wolves besides my own mother, but something about her makes me feel more adventurous than usual.

Growing up in the den, I've always been more of the loner. The one who refuses to play with his siblings because he'd rather stand by the den entrance and sigh in defeat that he can't go out and make his mark on the world just yet. You can say the moment Queens let us out of that forsaken hell hole, that I'd been ready to leave for weeks. I'm a born wanderer. I watch in one moment as the white wolf's body trembles, as if she has an urge to do something but her mind won't finish telling her body to do it. A challenge sparks in my eyes, silently saying to her, "do it, I dare you." I've always had a way of saying things with my eyes that I don't have to say with my lips. Even now, a tiny brow quirks in amusement as my smirk widens subtly.

Her stance looks a bit awkward though I say nothing of it, leaving her to figure things out as she goes. Then I notice her own tail start twitching and hope flickers in my blue gazers. I watch her own amusement spark as I speak. She probably wonders why I ask her to call me by a shorter less formal nickname upon first approach. Call me direct, but maybe I'll take more of a liking to my actual name once I get a bit older and care about being taken seriously. For now, I could care less what anyone thinks of me, though hopefully I'll never lose that part of my attitude. Her own smirk tugs playfully in the corners as I call her babe. Okay, so maybe I've picked up a few things from listening to distant wolves talking when I stood impatiently at the den entrance, waiting for the chance to escape. I like the sound of it, and from the looks of things, so does she.

My tail twitches curiously as she tips her head to me in respect the way a loyal pack member would to their alpha and I chuckle once more. Guess she did pick up on Queens' perfume. As she tips her head back up though, I take in the gleam in her eyes and my smirk widens, revealing a single fang as a grin works its way across my lips. Then she speaks, introducing herself as Llorana. My ears flicker at her tone, curious of the more gruff sound of it. It's not at all what I expected, but for some reason, I like it. I grin more pronounced at her last word. Shaking my head playfully, I stand straight up with a heavier chuckle, my legs dancing beneath me as I glance teasingly in her direction, that dare oh too obvious in my eyes once more.

Handsome? No, sexy's more like it, but I guess that'll do for now. So Llorana, what brings you to my neck of the woods?

I toss a playful wink in her direction as I stand up straight as I can, trying to look as confident as possible. My eyes gleam, letting her know that right now I may just be a harmless pup, but when I grow up, I plan on ruling the world.

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Nikandros:the birth certificate says
male:the space between the hind legs reveal
pup:height and weight requirement
scarlet, white, black, and brown:the painting on the fur
blue:the gaze that pierces you
quiet, calculating, solitary:the agenda for the day
QueensxXxArcadianxXxSidorio:the family tree
DarQ:the puppeteer