This could have gone any sort of way. Honestly with the way Molodian was going down the shit hole with all the 'noble' wolves who were apparently out to dethrone him, Thorne expected the male to come off standoffish or ready for a fight. Yet it is obvious that by his demeanor he does not know who Thorne is or is new to the scene of Molodian. Either is fine with the Darkbringer. It wasn't as if he hid himself anyways. Unlike the other alphas, he was not content to be stuck within his borders like a dragon hoarding it's nest. What was a dragon if it did not go out to collect more? That was what he was - a Collector. A master creator with a masterpiece vision waiting to be implemented. His eyes note the muscles of Loki, the shrewd curiosity in him. Was he a monster or an angel?

Depends, the male says, then proceeds to ask what he can do for him.

Such words make the grin on his face grow wide, teeth flashing and he feels reminiscent of a shark with his pearly whites available and tail whisking through the water. The Darkbringer does not hide his cunning or his devious nature. It is there in the slant of his eyes, the cock of his ears, the tilt of his muzzle. He is brazen, confident, and malignant. He was a shadow that would descend over the hills and through these caverns to corrupt and destroy if allowed to fester. "I can get what your heart desires... I can find the future for you or uncover the past. I can give you work, a goal, or end your suffering. There is much that I can do, night crawler. But if it is one of those you seek then I require things in return. I am a bargainer of sorts, but you can call me Blackthorne."

He lifts an obsidian paw and waves it towards the open area in front of him, inviting this stranger in to take a seat, to delve into the secrets that the Darkbringer has to offer. A twitch of his nose and a curious look passes across his face. "You smell strange. Familiar. What are you?" Not a who, although that question is implied, but a what, his eyes narrowing upon Loki and voice coming out a bit harder than before. Because in that scent he thought he tasted a little of himself, a little of the darkness.

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