:: Narcias :: Adult :: Male :: Mateless :: Packless, for now ::

Narcias didn't know where he was. He didn't care. Where ever he was, he was going to show it who he was. Narcias. A bringer of Chaos. It was a name of his own design, since his parents hadn't exactly been kind enough to give him one. Always said he was "the strange one". Maybe they were right, after all. Although that wasn't something to dwell on, was it? He'd given them what they deserved.

 The white wolf stopped his musings. A scent had reached his nose. Sharp and immediately recognizable. A pack, probably full of more petty, disgusting lowlifes like he'd seen in the past. Wolves who tended to forget the futility of life, and how fragile it was. How easy it was to disturb the petty little sense of order they held in their heads. And now Narcias was nearing their borders.
"Hmmm."
Another opportunity to cause chaos.
And one he would take. It was, after all, such a fun hobby. Chaos was a beautiful thing, the natural state of entropy come early. Panic, anger, fear...they all invoked it. And there was nothing more right then watching things go wrong. Perhaps he would wander through the territory, spread his scent a bit. Let them know of his presence. Perhaps watch them a while. Steal some food. Enjoy watching them panic and try to find him. Then maybe he could step it up. Get into some more...serious antics.
But then the white wolf started to survey his surroundings more closely. Although his yellow orbs didn't reveal much out of the ordinary,(in fact, the area was almost beautiful), this place...it felt darker. Like it didn't want him to be there. Foreboding. In other words, his kind of place. Perhaps his would stick around for a bit.

And so, with reckless abandon, he started his incursion into the territory. Maybe he would get caught. Maybe not. "That's the beauty of chaos, isn't it?"