Nearest and Dearest [closed]

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@pittypat as Odin
Meds as Kanga

Sytytin was on a patrol with Odin, a younger wolf with one eye and a wolf's dirty pelt around his shoulders. Alpha Fjord had sent them to scout out the forest around their new territory, the forest near Secluded Sunrise and the Adoette Tree. Sytytin hadn't lived int eh valley long, but he knew his way around pretty well considering. The two of them had been following a deer trail through the thick underbrush for about half the day now, the sun was directly above them, its burning summer light blocked by a smattering bout of whispy clouds, and further drained by a complex canopy of foliage. The white, charcoal, and orange male was a large wolf, his shoulders and back piled with muscle. But even he shrank in comparison the the wolf Sytytin just spotted among the trunks. He was a hulking russet and brown form, Sytytin turned his head to Odin to check if he had seen the wolf too. With a silent nod and a twitch of his ears he began moving forward. This wolf simply looked like a war machine, something Midnight Silence could use in their ranks. And so, he slunk forward, putting on a friendly smile, a knowing smile. "Ho there wolf!" He began waving his tail in salutation.

[Meds]

Kanga;

Stupid Manaaki.

Kanga didn't even know why. But today was one of those days. Usually the twins' playful bickering, though it often ended in physical fights, was always done in reletively good humor. Something about the way Manaaki had looked at him today, though, had set Kanga's blood to boil. It was a look of true judgement. Often Manaaki would make comments if Kanga acted stupid or something, but generally he made it pretty clear that he and his brother were still similar beings. Today, though, he had looked at Kanga with something mingling pity. As if he was so much brighter. So much smarter. So much more impossibly advanced than the younger, bigger twin, that he couldn't even understand it himself.
It wasn't a look Kanga saw from Manaaki very often, and in all honesty the older twin hadn't meant it to look like that, but Kanga had seen it and had escaped to take a walk. He knew he was probably being silly and that his brother truly loved and valued him, but he just needed a minute. The twins were so connected that if one ever needed some space, they had to physically remove themselves from the other, or else they would never truly be alone.

So remove himself he did. His massive shoulders rippled with muscle as he trotted through the canopies. He had left the main land of Secluded Sunrise behind by then, and was following along a deer trail. Killing something would make him feel a lot better, and then he and Manaaki could go bite it out like normal and everything would be fine. His eyes, dark and ringed, flashed as he stalked through the trunks. He made quite a speciman, as he always did, but when he was in a dark sort of mood, something about the way he moved made it seem as if he hulked a little bit more.
Perhaps he arched his back more, perhaps he hung his head and flexed his neck more—but something about the way he was walking at that moment truly and unescapably exhibited his sheer size and power.

"Ho there!"

Kanga didn't freeze as some wolves do when surprised by another—he was too big to truly be startled into a halt. Instead he slowed his pace a little, confidently approaching the one in the pair who had spoken, until he was but a few feet away. Kanga lifted an eyebrow. These wolves stunk. He didn't let it show, but he wanted to wrinkle his nose in disgust. Not only did they smell like a different pack, they smelled evil.

"Ho there," He replied, flicking his tail. The brown fur parted and revealed the brick-colour underneath. He wasn't sure what to expect, here. They were both large wolves, and he knew evil wolves played dirty—but even so he wasn't intimidated. If it turned ugly, they could probably hurt him if they worked together, but they would not be able to kill him. He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, the ghost of a smile, ever taunting, playing at the edges of his lips.
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Odin:
Odin's red, patterned nordic armor coat was matted with a bit of grime. He was on the large side, and he was using his power for the fun of it. He was turning all sorts of colors, deep green, black, white as the pelt over his back. The wolf pelt over his pack. The one that was stained pink around the edges and smelled like fresh death. He barely paid attention, he was turning all the colors he could think of.

Odin hated the disrespect that he was shone sometimes. They treated him like a pup! His blue eye glared forward, and he spotted the brown wolf. The male's missing eye was turned to Sytytin, so he didn't notice him glancing. He did tense noticeably, but he remained still. He didn't react or say anything just yet.

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Sytytin slunk forward, smile faltering. He wasn't quite sure how this large wolf was taking them. He hoped that a fight would not ensue. Sytytin had never fought such a large wolf, and he had never fought with Odin. Needless to say, the mottled wolf hoped against the possibility of a skirmish. No blood had to be spilt if they played the game carefully. Odin was wisely silent beside him. Odin was a brave wolf, but foolish in his young age. Someday he may learn how to play the game of conversation, but his arrogance and pride often turned the words he spoke sour. and so, without hesitation Sytytin began the parading dance of confrontation.

With a well-mannered bow and a curious flick of his ears he began. "Can you tell me where I am in comparison to the Adoette tree? I heard that there was a pack around this forest." Small talk, a little blunt, but information would not just slip out; sometimes it needed a little persuasion. The Midnight Silence wolf flicked Odin's flank with his dark tail. Continuing the conversation, he introduced himself and his companion. "I am Sytytin, and this is my company, Odin." He wished Odin would stop trying to look so intimidating. Some found his 'bad-boy' guise to be quite tiring. Perhaps it was just a phase. But the young wolf had potential, despite the gloomy aura that wounded the confrontation. Sytytin was loyal to his pack, despite his not-so-favorable Gammess; and as a loyal Midnight Silence subordinate, he kept his eyes peeled for any asset to his pack. "What is your name?" The russet male smelled like he was of another pack already, however, given time, Sytytin was confident he could be swayed over to the dark side. Imagine him with a power from Geist! Maybe even Electricity...he could easily replace the missing Edge that had fallen from the ranks so long ago.

[Meds]

Kanga;

The single twin was cautious. He hadn't had many interactions with evil wolves, but from what he had heard and from his little experience, they didn't chat, and they were rarely civil. At least not genuinly. Kanga's ears flicked and he let his eyes flick over the two strangers. The older one, Sytytin he had called himself, seemed much more clever than the younger. At least he had the common sense to start a light conversation—even if they both knew it had hidden motives. But what were they?
Kanga shook out his russet coat and eyed the younger, quieter wolf, whose pelt kept changing colours. He also looked at the wolf skin over his back.
Now that was truly dark, Kanga thought. Killing wolves was one thing, but displaying the pelt of your own kind proudly? It was almost as bad as cannibalism. He held off a shiver of disgust and turned to Sytytin as he began to speak.

The Adoette Tree? They weren't far off from the mysterious oak, but what did a pair of evil wolves want with it? Especially when it lay so close to the border of Secluded Sunrise land.
"Northeast of here," Kanga said slowly. Then he decided to caution them, because all wolves knew where the borders of other packs lay, so it wasn't as if it was a secret. "But it lays in close proximity to my pack land—wolves such as yourselves would do well to give our borders a wide berth." He felt it went without giving the reason why, but he added it anyway. "You two have a... smell about you."

His eyes twinkled and his sharp teeth flashed in a grin. It wasn't necessarily extraordinarily rude; and besides, they probably thought he smelled just as bad as he thought they did.

"Kanga," He introduced himself, shaking out his long neck fur. His words were tinted by his accented voice, as ever, but it sounded more noticable in the quiet of their surroundings. He nodded slowly to each. "Sytytin, Odin..."

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Sytytin raised an eyebrow at the large males comments about their...smell. The hewolf resisted the urge to sniff his fur self-consciously. Dismissing that with a snort he analyzed the new information. They were close to Secluded Sunrise border...lovely. Sytytin didn't hold back his smirk, looking his subject up and down once more. "You, a member of Secluded Sunrise? I wouldn't have pegged you as a neutral wolf! You have so much potential...and you wasted it...what a shame," Sytytin mocked pity, though a sneer still surfaced in his voice. "Well, you'd always be welcome in the Outer Reaches if you ever want to fully realize your potential," They had gathered all they needed, a powerful, possible ally. He would report his findings to his Alpha Fjord.

Nudging the grumpy Odin with his flank, the cream and black male turned on a dime. "Let's go, we have lots to discuss on the way back." Sytytin whispered, his smirk so exceedingly snide. This...Kanga..could be of the utmost importance to whatever the council was planning up there on the foothills. Someday, he might be part of that, but for now he was content with doing Fjord's assignments. As long as they didn't involve that awful Gamess Lydia.

-Exit Sytytin-


(i'm sorry i have no muse for this thread 0.0)