Well, this place had been a total drag. The pack meeting with the new leader had been uneventful and honestly dull, but at least the brute had weedled his way into the pack and had been noticed in the new Alpha’s eyes. But then again, none of them really made a great impression in his mind, so the playing field was pretty much equal. But whatever, Volbeat was off fighting some challenger, his first, and left his new band of misfits to keep the borders clean. He had heard something about one of the faes being able to accept newcomers, but he didn’t exactly know who and honestly he didn’t much care. Judging the male, their regal would be back soon anyway.
Regardless, Rhundus had taken the liberty to leave the dying pack meeting and explore the grounds a little. It wasn’t a bad place; not too shabby, not too frilly. There wasn’t some sparkly meadow floating around, which suited the gray brujo just fine. He wasn’t one for those cheerful things; he was as stone cold as the rocks beneath his ebon pads. So when the scent of a lupe at the borders reached his radar, Rhundus decided to go and have a little fun. Why not? Regardless of whether or not he could actually accept the damned soul, this little act of charity would look good to the new Alpha and possibly even get him a rank, which was a desire of his whether he wanted to admit it or not. Charcoal tipped auds swiveled to locate the stranger and his slender, toned pistons carried his steely frame to greet the Varg. Cold, empty portals the shade of winter frost proceeded his wide ashen chest as his sturdy silhouette emerged from the dense foliage. The newcomer sat at the border, plume twitching like they were nervous or something. Rhundus gave the smallest of smirks, a greeting and a judgment all wrapped up in one. The soul had the right to be afraid, he had seen the newly assembled members of the pack at the meeting and this was no kind-hearted orphanage. Letting his azure pools scan the night-shaded stranger, the hessian decided just how curt he wanted to be. No need to be a killjoy. Slowing, but never stopping, Rhundus paced in front of the lupine at the borders, this tassel swaying all too casually from one side of the atmosphere to the other.
“Greetings stranger, you have found your way to the borders of Munashii Gekko. Excuse the stillness of these lands, there has been a recent change of command, you see. But first, tell me, if you would be ever so kind, what makes you think you could thrive here? Even the ravens dare not venture here.” He gave the speech with a raised eyebrow. Sure, he knew squat about this new pack, and he wasn’t sure if he was being too harsh on this poor soul, but what could he do? His instincts had told him this wasn’t a carefree place, and they had never been wrong before. Why not let this newcomer think he was someone who knew these parts? Flashing another pearly grin, the frigid brute waited for a response.
Demon | Adult | Munashii Gekko | Rankless | Loveless
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