Odd, yes, he was an oddity within himself in the world of his own species; he held love for his Caligula, one labelled a sister by others, and held animosity for the female who had birthed him. It was within him, too, to kill his own kinfolk in cold blood lest he get the opportunity - at the forced submission of his own full blooded sister, he had merely stood aside and watched with concealed glee. Blood Traitor, a would-be Queenslayer had he chance but above all else - he was smart. He was smart enough to take position within the very same pack he would have desired to rule - it kept him safe and kept him available for future interactions. He was smart enough to keep a keen eye on the Angels, to ensure no harsh feelings formed against him for it kept his hide safe from their Assassins. Smarts, see, got you further than brawn in the long run.

Another thing he understood to be of utmost importance was to produce strong alliances - he had attempted with the fickle girl, Khaleesi, but her foolishness had her swayed into a lifestyle that would get her killed. She'd been marked an enemy of Iromar by association and to keep his paws as flawlessly clean as possible, he refrained from seeking her out to collect on her debts. He sought, though, for others on the outskirts of packs where those free of alliance often loitered as it too afraid or proud to pledge themselves. It was there he would find talent and it would be there that he would pinpoint those he desired - weakness, physical or mental, was something he avoided like the plague. How difficult was it to come across those strong of body and mind? Harder than one would think particularly in a world such as Moladion where the bold were culled or softened the tender placed upon pedestals. There was one land, though, that he knew not only housed a king born of strength but reeled others like himself in from miles - Glorall, the land of the sea and of the self proclaimed Pirate King.

He moved with silent precision, his footwork near flawless as he scouted among the woodlands and salt sickened air - he had a mission and neither the unusual scents of flora and fauna would lure him, lest the others that hid within the pack. It was the outsiders that interested him but alas, they seemed few and far between - it took him by surprise to find the form of another in much the same position as he. Poised to track though the other had certainly become aware of his presence long before he of hers. He grinned easily, his tail rising slightly behind him in a slow wave as he moved into a slow jog, approaching from the female's right side. She was much the same build as himself though her muscle outweighed his own; at no more than one hundred and thirty pounds himself, he was by no means a formidable creature. It was a learned skill to look approachable, his body held relaxed as he came to a halt some distance from the female before dipping his head into a shallow bow.

"Good day, lady. I could not help but notice you fast on the trail of something - may I ask what it is? Perhaps I can aid you in your quest."

Perhaps he had observed wrong but it was seldom the case - what he lacked in physical strength, he made up for impeccable observation skills. Limps, twitches, even the appearance of freshly laid scars did not pass his assessment half the time - it was what kept him so sedated beneath Baphomet's rule, too.

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