I had barely settled myself into the shallow depression of a rock when a voice, not unlike heaven it's self poured around the bend and bounces off the cracks in the walls making it echo slightly. One ear perks and twitches slightly as to catch eaach word dropped from the lips of a creature in a near by passage, I know not who she is but a she, she truely is. Those who know me know that I have a taste for the finer things in life, and that voice sounds like it could only come from a very fine creature indeed. Hormones rage within my body, it had been some years since I had taken a mate in an old pack, the thought often strikes me but I have never found someone who supports me quiet as well as Beowulf had. Not that I saw any relationship beyond partners in the art of death...

I shake the thought from my head as I get up on stiff legs, I curse the day I took on the protection of the Gypsy pack and their inability to even stay remotely active. Having given up on them was the best thing I could do for my own sanity. Yes, my sanity would have taken a harder blow than it should have if I had stayed within such a melting pot of loners. What had been the purpose of such a pack? My paws silently take me through the tunnels, following the random spurts of air that drove the scent of the female towards me. It is hard to see in all the roughage of my coat and body if I do in fact swing one way or the other, a deep chuckle leaves my lips sounding distinctly male.

"But then what's the fun in a little mystery?" I say in a taunting lust filled voice, my male voice bouncing around the curves of the tunnel as I stand at the end, filling in the entire space so that barely any light could filter in around me, what little there is at any rate is framed around my light gray on darker gray body.

"talks like this"

Skully - Nine - No mate - No bond - Spirane - Fighter - appearence