[ male ] [ six ] [ mateless ] [ imprintless ] [ covet x malina ]
He wanted to be something, be someone. Riot wanted to matter, to make some sort of a difference. Age had a part in keeping him from it back when he was here before, as did the overall look of him. Why did it sometimes feel as though others would whisper behind his back? It made him angry, silently seethe over the matter. None of the siblings had his eyes, either. Greens, yellows, turquiose and goldish. Only he had the dark eyes. Dark to match the black of his pelt, like there wasn't really anything there to begin with. Only the fading silverish grey of the tip of his tail and rims of his ears gave way to another shade. At least the others had a good amount of black to their pelts that he wasn't much of an anomaly. But that was then.

First thing he knew he had to do was get in good with the pack of his choice. When he actually chose it, of course. Make himself known, attempt to make himself liked by the masses. Which may take some manipulation if he had to, but Iscariot wasn't above that. For now he moved towards the lands of his birth with a bit of pep in his step; tail flagged half mast in a straight line out behind him and twitching ever so slightly as to be seen as something near a wag. But Riot was still struggling with the whole friendly thing; he was more interested in trying to mentally pick apart what made others tick. Sometimes that made it harder for him to focus on much else. But he was concentrating on this one. He'd get it after hanging around others more.

He wanted to be seen as friendly, but he did not want to urge to snap someone's face off for growling at him or something. It was a high possiblity, and something he was trying to curb as far as impulses went. It did not say 'friendly', not at all. There was much he had to re-wire in his brain to fit in more, and he wanted to show them that he could be just as much one of them as anyone else. Being a strange anti-social creature hadn't helped his cause, but now that he understood more of how things worked in life, Riot was going to go in a different direction. Starting with the pretending of being interested and attentive to how this land did things. Or how those who led did things. So here he was, ready and waiting.