Thorns in Your Side... (open to all Deor vargs)

[Koiji. ♫]

OOC;; I've had permission from Mist to let Gen into the packlands btw. Leading on from Genocide and My thread at the river, he is brining Koiji home. Any Deorian is welcome to post and meet our little canibal *grins*

It hadn't taken them long to get away from the river, and the cub still found herself swinging from the giant mann's jaws. How had this happened to her? The rays of Fenris were setting around them and Fenris's angry eye was hovering low on the horizon. The angry glare that normally came from them wasn't as strong as it had been, and the thick Deorian forest blocked out a lot of them, making the forest a quite plesant temperture for the time of day. It had been near enough two hours since Koiji had wandered down to the river to explore. She'd met Genocide at the banks of it, and ran. She'd noticed that the Varg was a Kerl, and he was eating another cub.

Running over the events that had happened in the day, Koiji sighed as she swung. What was Silve going to say? Well, that was if she was about from her scouting duties, but if she wasn't then she wondered what Mist would say? The two were becoming quite good friends, and she hoped that Mist wouldn't be too angry. She thought quickly back to when Genocide and herself had been running from dogs. Well, she hadn't been running, Gen had picked her up and ran with her in his vast toothy grip. Then the Kerl had killed two of the dogs and had scared Koiji by laughing manically. As she thought of it, the sound echoed about her head. She shuddered and dismissed it.

They were fast approaching the clearing that led into Deor, it was the best entrance to take the mann to, as the Dragga and the Drappa probably wouldn't take too kindly to having a caniba in their midst. "Here we are. Someone should be about..." She told the mann, so thankful to be back!

[Genocide]

Royal blue eyes cut through the area around the large mann and for a moment he forgot of the pup he carried in between his foul teeth, teeth that had sliced down many of his own kind. For a while the crimson and black varg held still, studying his area which was vastly different from where he had been. No longer did the smell of decaying leaves and the sound of gushing water run through his senses, now only soft light from the setting being of fenris and the chirps of sparrows heading for the nest echoed in his brain.

Snapping from his reveire he gave a muffled snort to the pup, she had become such a pain over the last few hours, constantly following him and impeding his ability to gorge upon his prey. He had killed a fabulous sized mann a while back and was only half done with the carcass when the runt showed up, this led to so many troubles including having to deal with a bunch of mongrels, he killed two but got a deep bite to his flank for it. Grumbling angrily he moved further into the pack land then plopped onto his haunches, once settled he opened his teeth and let Koiji fall to the soft dirt below, huffing in disgust he turned his eyes up and waited silently, obviously not happy to be here at all.

[Mist]

All is still in the beautiful lands of Deor except for faint rustlings heard from various sources. The warm breeze tickles newly leafed-out trees and makes them shiver and sway in happy amusement. Squirrels and other small rodents make their way home, hiding in the trees or the underbrush, doing their best to avoid any hungry vargs that might be near enough to prevent them from ever going home again. Occasional quiet chirps can be heard from birds as they prepare for sleep, or soft bird songs that could be lullabies are heard from overhead nests.

Smiling as she pads silently through her peaceful domain, Mist shakes her head as she hears a rustle and sees small plants swaying where a rodent just passed hurriedly away from her. "Not tonight, little lera..." She murmurs. The mouse does not have to fear her at this time - she is not out for an evening hunt.

The ashy-grey Drappa reaches the border and turns right, casually strolling along the pack lines. As her soft paws take her along Deor's edge she frequently scents the air. Not expecting to find anyone - or anything out of the ordinary - but knowing how foolish it would be to be caught unawares. As this thought passes through her mind it is swiftly followed by the memory of a giant ebon mann... his bulk and bloodthirsty jaws crushing the life out of the former Drappa, Lucivar. Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts Mist continues on her way, trying not to picture the small, lifeless form of her dear friend.

For a moment after she catches a foreign scent she thinks it must be her overactive imagination; but then she recognizes a second one... Koiji.
Picking up her pace until it is a steady lope, the golden-eyed fae heads on a straight course toward the two. There is something not right about the stranger's scent. Something like old blood... or evil. Shaking her head again as she runs, Mist is determined not to let her imagination run away with her - or her suspicions damn this mann before she even sees him.

Slowing as she nears them, Mist comes into the small clearing at a dignified walk, her head held high and her keen eyes taking in the sight. "Koiji." She says softly, her voice low and slightly stern with a hint of a question. Intense gaze turns to the black and crimson mann and she looks him over, not missing his attitude. So, it seems he did not force his way here... There is much more to this than meets the eye. "And who might you be, Stranger?"
It is not a very original question, but originality is not needed. It is straightforward, and will most likely get at least some of the answers the Drappa is looking for from the mann.

[Koiji. ♫]

Koiji couldn't form words to tell anyone how glad she was for the Drappa's presence, relief passed over her because she knew that Mist wouldn't let Genocide do anything bad to her. But she did notice that she might be in trouble for this, Mist's autoritive voice gave a sense of a question, and whatever that queston may be, she knew that it might not be a how are you one for that moment.

Casting her gaze to Genocide when Mist mentioned stranger, she gulped. A nervous feeling was creeping into her stomach, she didnt want to think she brought violence into the safety of the pack lands, not after the former Drappa's death. Koiji had joined Deor after this sad event had taken place, but she had heard from Silve and other's how wonderful Lucivar had been. She knew that she had been well loved, and a member of Deor for a long time, and she really wished that she could've met her.

Her icy blue hues cast their way from Mist to Genocide, rolling from each position like they were being blown in a breeze. A soft wind ruffled the tree tops and the little varg shivered slightly. She didn't dare say anything. and waited paciently for the crimson and ebony mann to speak the reason behind his presence to Mist.I hope that I don't annoy him any more She thought, remembering the terrible sight of him feeding on a poor wolf. But should I tell Mist of what he does? That was the question that she needed ansering. Now.

[Genocide]

At the sight of the new she wolf and the strong scent of drappa flowing off her the large mann was silent for a few moments at her words. His burning royal blue eyes slowly trailing to stare down at Koiji as if he were accusing her of something, which he kind of was considering all that had happened before they came here. Growling a little the mann's black lips parted to show his teeth, stained with old blood that was just now beginning to fade away in the dying light of fenris, not being aggressive but obviously annoyed he spoke "Genocide is my name... I'm simply here to return this rather big thorn that managed to bury into my side." he replied coldly, glaring at Koiji again.

The mann showed no real sign of respect to mist, either he was uncouth or he just didn't care and the second was most likely, he didn't care that koiji had seen him kill two dogs so the idea of respect didn't seem to concern him any more then Koiji's welfare did. Instead the crimson and black varg just grew quiet after his words, silently fuming at the fact that he had been dragged here by a pup that obviously couldn't take care of herself... it was pathetic really.

[Silve]

How splendid the trees look in sping. Though the comment was lost upon the beautiful trees the silver scout did not hesitate to think and say it aloud as well. The fae smiled and rubbed her fur on the smooth bark of a lone birch tree. A look of surreal happiness was on her face, and her brilliant blue eyes held none of its customary sorrow. Smooth silver fur was finally begining to grow over the livid scar on her right shoulder, and it had been some time since it had caused her any pain. It had been less than a week since she had returned to Deor with her adopted cub Koiji and had introduced her to the Deorian Drappa. Although she knew she would leave again soon, off to find the strong black mann that she loved, she was delaying it quite as much as possible. She wanted to soak in the beauty and calm of Deorian spring, and wanted to see her adopted daughter settle in. Silve had missed the friendly faces and courageous atmosphere of her home. She missed the trees, and glades, and the little roe deer. Most of all she missed her trips through the wood to seek out intruders and chase them off the land, and her packsister.

Silve's nose worked non-stop as she travelled, filtering through scents, commiting new ones to memory and putting names to familiar ones. Stale scents of packmates, prey-scent, the trees, flowers and thick cloying scent of the earth. She was ready to fight should the scent of a varg not of this pack was in the this territory. Thus far she had scented nothing out of the ordinary, and with blithe content she was beginning to hum to herself. After a time she came upon a very welcome scent; that of Mist. Knowing that her patrol for the day could be considered over, Silve began to follow the Drappa's scent trail across the forest floor.

It did not take her long to see her friend through the trees, and was about to call out when she noticed two others. One was Koiji, and the other an unfamiliar mass of fur. For a moment she was caught with the instinctive protectiveness of a mother wolf, and pounded up next to Mist, with a glare for the stranger. Her gaze softened as it rested on her adopted cub. "Koiji, where have you been?" She gestured with her muzzle for the white cub to come to her side, and scolded softly, "You have not left the pack borders have you? And who in Tor's name have you brought with you?" Worriedly, she moved closer to her cub and licked the fur on Koiji's ears. After a time she returned her attention to the stranger. "How have you come to meet my daughter?" she asked him.

[Mist]

The keen golden eyes of the ash grey Drappa do not miss much - and she finds that there is much going on here that isn't being spoken. Koiji seems nervous for some reason... is it because of Mist's presence or because of the mann? This knowledge, as well as the clearer reason for the two being together, is hidden for the moment from her eyes, and she does not like being in the dark about events in her territory. Genocide... is not a very friendly or cheerful name... and the Drappa wonders if the scarlet and onyx mann was given the name, or if he gave it to himself after some terrible deed. She wonders at his stance, but is not surprised by his attitude. He does not seem like the type of varg who shows respect to anyone - very possibly not even himself.

The silence is broken by the arrival of another Deor member - one who no doubt wants to know... Genocide's reason for being here as well. This fact is made clear both by her glare at the mann and her almost accusing words. With a rarely used voice - and one Silve has surely never heard, Mist breaks off any possibility of further words. "Peace, Silve. Koiji will answer your questions in time. At this point there is a more pressing matter. We do not yet know Genocide's purpose, and as Koiji has returned home safely, there is no cause for such tones."

The shadowy fae will surely apologize to her dear friend later, and must just hope Silve does not take her words to heart. At this moment she is all Drappa, her thoughts on the same subject as Koiji's briefly were, and she clearly sees the limp, broken body of her predecessor and Nocturnia grinning at her demonically, his chilling voice simply warning his brother not to follow - even though he committed foul murder before their eyes.

Somewhat stiffly Mist turns her attention back to the present, and focuses her gaze once more on the mann, narrowing her eyes slightly as she thinks why he is here. His words are a further enigma... it seems he is reluctant - perhaps even annoyed at his presence here. But if this is the case, why did he come? It is not as if Koiji could have forced or threatened him to come - not that she would even if she could...

"Genocide. As we do not know your purpose or allegiance, I cannot in good conscience, and for the safety of my pack, ask you to stay. In the possibility that your intentions are honorable - I thank you for safely returning Koiji to us, but unless you are willing to be more clear, I must ask you to leave." There is much about this mann that Mist doesn't trust, and though she would wish to have more information about him before turning him out of Deor, she cannot afford to take the chance. If it were just she, perhaps she would - but it is not. Possibly the safety of her whole pack - her loved ones - rests on her, and she will not jeopardize that.

((I'm sorry if I'm cutting this thread short by Mist's words, but I wasn't quite sure what else to do.))

[Koiji. ♫]

Koiji was battling with a fear that she wanted to be rid of. She desperately wanted to scream out that this mann was a murderer, and of how she had seen him gorging himself on a poor wolf, not much bigger or older than herself... She started to shake slightly as she remembered the sight of Genocide enjoying every morsal of his kill. She realised then that that could have so easily have been her. She felt a brief wave of relief again pass over her, at the thought that she was able to live one more, but it was soon replaced by a confusing rush of emotions. Hate for Genocide, and what he'd put her through, even if she hadn't meant to annoy him, Anger for the way he was talking to Mist, and once more, Fear, for the simple fact that she was stood by the huge claws that this caniba possessed.

She could tell that Mist wasn't amused with Genocide's tone either, and the cub felt like growling at him to learn some manners for wolves that were of higher order than himself. Suddenly she heard some pounding of paws, and her beloved adopted Mum, Silve, entered the glade. Koiji wanted to run to Silve, and hide herself between her strong legs. Silve advanced towards where her and Genocide were, and bent to lick her ears. This had always soothed the cub, and she almost forgot of th questions that had been put forward to her. Whinging softly, and looking up into the blue eyes of Silve, she said; "Mummy, I'm scared..."

No doubt that her words would cause question, Koiji tried her best to hold herslef together. Mist spoke at Silve's words, and the cub's first thought was about how autoritive she sounded. All drappa. She still wanted toscream out that Gen was a canibal and of what she had seen that day, but she couldn't seem to form the right words. "I'm sorry, Mum, I didn't mean to. It was a nice day and I wanted to explore and now I've gotten us into a right mess!" She whispered to Silve, hoping that the siver wolf wouldn't be too mad at her for this. Mist was now telling the mann that she would like it if he was off the lands of Deor, and Koiji wondered if anyone was going to push her to speak of her day. Silve might be wondering about how she'd gotten them into a mess like she now spoke of, but she hoped that she wouldn't have to be in the persence of the canibal, who had taught her to fear any strange kerl, for much longer.

[Genocide]

You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption

There was silence among the wolves after this, a sparrow letting out a hesitant twitter as it stared down at all of them with beady black eyes that seemed to know more than many would give a bird credit for. Genocide's royal blue eyes burned with what seemed like a hatred for all things around him, a sub line burning for causing destruction and misery was also burning in those hateful orbs. A ebony ear flicked slightly when Silve approached him and began to bombard her runt with several questions and was slightly enraged by the nasty looks she had been shooting him. Without knowing of the inner fight Koiji was having with herself the mann curled his black lips up into a sort of warning growl, his blood stained fangs glaring out from his crimson maw.

As this happened his fur bristled a bit at Mist's words, his attention diverted from the annoyance of Silve and turned back to the drappa. Heh, she was good with her position that much he would give her but at the moment her words didn't really matter to his ears, just useless banter it all was. Slowly the mann moved to stand on all four, another growl cutting the air only now it came from his stomach.... it had been a while since he had eaten and that long trek with the runt had taken up all of his last meal. Now hungry the look in his disturbing eyes changed again to a sort of sickish delight at some idea he had in mind. Quietly looking around from Mist to Silve and even to Koiji he couldn't stop the evil smirk that curled his lips, tongue darting out and running slowly along his maw.

Leave me alone, let me be this time

[Dakota Spirit]

[Hope nobody minds that I join now - been trying to get Dak more involved lately.]

Slipping silently though the thick brush and collections of trees that covered the Deor pack lands, the male moved ever closer to the sounds before him. A meeting of sorts seemed to have broken out on the boarders and being only just returned the lands, he was eager to see what new faces would be present. Still, as the mann moved further ahead, ears pressed forward in concentration, he began to wonder if perhaps this was an different kind of meeting all together. Snatches of the conversation reached out to him in whispered voices, forcing his confusion to only grow deeper. Someone else seemed to be returning after an absence, but while his meeting had been met with understanding and warm support, this one was crackling with tense emotions. He recognized a few voices easily. That of the land's matriarch and another from the scout he'd met only suns before. The others he had no memory, though one sounded to be of a young pup and the other from a male...he spoke very little, but enough to tell the shadowy wolf that he would not be welcome. Seconds later, Mist's words confirmed his thoughts and quickly the male increased his pace wanting to be beside her should the situation escalate.

Emerging from the shaded brush, the male's emerald eyes roved over the group. Brushing briefly against Mist, the male lowered his head slightly in respect before pausing to watch the scout, Silve. A small white cub was poised at her feet, enduring the caresses of the fae with the practiced patience of a child knowing they'd been mischievous. Smiling slightly at her, the male nodded in acknowledgment. He hadn't known that the brave femme had had a cub to call her own, but he was happy for her none the less. Silve was warm and caring, she would no doubt rear the young soul into a fine adult. Finished with those he recognized, the mann turned his gaze toward the intruding male. Though of reasonable size, the black male's hulking body was still of slightly larger stature. Recalling the drappa's last words, he figured this to be Genocide. Watching the smaller wolf attempt to put on a frightening show of arrogance and dementia, Dak allowed an equally taunting smile to play across his handsome face. This was nothing new, for the male. He'd met plenty of over-eager young 'baddies' out and about trying to scare up their next score. He remembered those times as a cub, being bigger then the others and ready to have fun at someone else's expense. But he'd gotten past that. Learning fast and hard that such games had no place in the life of a varg. It seemed to him that this stranger, this Genocide had yet to learn such things.

Stretching lazily, Dakota's muscles punched and pulled beneath his skin. He turned from the stranger, mischievous light still glinting in his dark eyes. "Mist...", he called, laughter bubbling in his throat. "Whatever will we do with this one? He being such a threat and all..." The male was fully turned to the Deorian leader now, masking his eyes from all other faces. For within them stood the seriousness that he was meaning to convey. Should the proud fae think Genocide a threat enough to need 'prodding' toward the boarder, Dak was offering his services to her. Dakota was a skilled enough fighter and confident enough to make a move on the intruder. All he needed was an issued wish from the Drappa. Whenever she wished to give it. Content that he'd gotten his message across, Dak moved to sit beside Mist. His body tall and strong next to her. Finally turning back to Genocide, he released the haughty laughter that had been threatening to come all along. "Pardon me.", he said in blatant mockery to his own customary politeness. "I don't believe we've been introduced. My title is Dakota Spirit...and you? You must be..." He paused again, deep voice almost unable to get past the amusement over the stranger's name. "You must be Genocide."

[Chalos Autumn]

The eye of Fenris felt as though it cast its rays ever-so-unmercifully upon the land for the past couple of weeks. While it was still the season of Spring, the heat seemed to come in waves far hotter than in previous years. Lera and Putnar alike were affected, for winter coats hung off of mammals as though great tumours, not having the time to transition from Winter to Spring to Summer, but instead being forced to jump immediately from Winter to Summer, such were the effects of the temperature. For Deor's Dragga, however, the nuisance of his heavy winter pelt had been taken care of; he'd rubbed himself against trees and fallen logs, easily stripping the loose hairs and preparing the coat for its summer cousin. Compared to some, he appeared well-groomed, if not a tad thin.

The heat still affected him, however, sapping his willpower and strength to do anything but recline in the shade. If he remained in the sun too long, it pulled his body's water supply from him so quickly that he felt as though he constantly required a stream from which to drink. So, Chalos resorted to slowly walking throughout his packland, marking here, resting there, and generally enjoying the beauty of nature (which, of course, a varg seldom did anymore).

But as he neared what had been dubbed the Clearing, a gust of humid wind was thrown towards him, the scents of five hitting him like a wall. Including a sixth scent, faint but laced in with the rest - death and blood. Wolf's blood.

The autumn Dragga's hackles stood straight up as he launched towards the Clearing, halting just before he entered the sights of the group. Taking a deep breath, he held back a snarl as he trot into the Clearing, standing in full view, his hackles still partially raised. He was an enormous creature, his size and muscle alone making him an impressive alpha to behold. Those intense emerald eyes, intelligent and clever, looked down upon Genocide as if he were a piece of rotten meat, worthless and sick. With a tone of disgust, he spoke. "By the looks of you, your scent and your stance, you surely will not be welcome into my packlands, cannibal. I will warn you once and only once, stranger: step away from the pup and go far away from here. Else I'll not hesitate to help you do so." A deep growl accented the end of his not-so-polite greeting - he would not tolerate another cannibalistic monster in his territory, not after witnessing the terrors of his psychotic brother being played out upon his beloved mate. Chalos's hackles rose to full height once more as he awaited Genocide's response, muscles bulging in impatience.

[Silve]

Of all the answers she had been expecting, the one she received from Mist was most shocking. The silver fae had never heard such an air of command enter the Drappa's voice. For several seconds she stood, stunned almost as if she had felt a blow from her friend's paw on her face. But after a few seconds, Silve understood that this was, tecnically, a matter of an intruder on their territory. And the last intruder had not been very kind. Her blue eyes lowered submissively and she nodded to show her Drappa that Silve was giving her both her understanding and her support. Although the fae had no love for violence, she knew that it would take only an order from her Drappa to turn this beast from Deorian lands forever. To compensate for her momentary lapse of thought, the new mother dropped her turned her attention to the heap of white fur at her paws.

A tender, motherly look entered her eyes as Silve drew Koiji closer to herself. Quietly enough so that her words would be only a murmur to the pup, Silve gave comfort while nervously grooming the little she-varg's white fur. "Do not be afraid, my dear, Mist is here for you and so am I." Her muzzle was buried in the thick fur of her daughter, so she did not smell the approach of another friendly face. When she looked up she was startled by the sudden presence of the large black mann. But a second later she was comforted by his strength and she nodded her greeting to him. She hoped that the look in her eyes would tell Dak how grateful she was that he was here. At the moment she was held by the silence that her beloved leader had ordered. The mann's words seemed to veil a barely concealed threat, or perhaps a promise, and Silve could tell that he too was more than willing to get this creature off their land.

There was a crash and crackle of underbrush as another mann pounded into the clearing. This one was larger than any Varg she had seen, even her old friend Solunar. From his shear size and auburn fur alone, though she had not met her Dragga yet, Silve knew at once that this was Chalos Autumn. Although she dipped her head in the most respectful manner, the Dragga had no time for her and at once threw the fury that all his massive body held upon this young stranger. She murmured to Koiji, "Indeed we are safe now. I do not think many would attack our Dragga, unless all the many were together." She licked the cubs ears again, knowing that it was a comfort to her adopted kin when she did so. Even though she knew they were of the same pack, Silve could not help but shiver at the waves of rage the came from him. At once when Chalos named the Varg as a cannibal, Silve recoiled, drawing Koiji with her. Never in her life had Silve expected to be confronted with one of her own kind who fed on her own kind. Only loyalty to her Drappa held her back from drawing her lips from her teeth and snarling at him in disgust. For the first time she was confronted with the fear of what it would be like to lose her dear cub, and it was not a feeling she savored. She wished fervently that Chalos would simply take the monster away.

[Mist]

Though she doesn't take her eyes off those of the mann, Mist notices Koiji whispering something to Silve, and looking rather uncomfortable. The silver grey Drappa has never known the cub to be this way, so it is, without a doubt, the presence of the red and black stranger that is causing her discomfort. Genocide's growl is misplaced and as she hears it Mist narrows her eyes. It is not his place to even think about threatening anyone in her packlands and Mist's own hackles rise stiffly in response.

A moment later there is a soft rustling of brush and the keen golden eyes of the Drappa flicker momentarily away from the possible intruder to fall on the muscular form of a familiar ebon mann. Any other time she would have smiled in greeting at him, but this time she simply dips her head a fraction in response to his respectful gesture and shifts her weight slightly toward him as he brushes lightly against her. She has no doubt she could have forced Genocide from Deor if it was necessary, but it would have been a tough fight. Ever since she first met - and really knew - the black mann that now stands at her side, she has felt comfortable with him. Other than Deor's Dragga or her own mate, if she could choose one mann to protect her loved ones and her pack, she would choose Dakota Spirit with no hesitation.

His words and tone cause her to flicker up a brow briefly in surprise. She has never heard or seen him like this before, but this only goes to show the mann's hidden depths. Her expression stays stern and authoritative. Though this stranger is nothing compared to the last threatening mann she encountered within Deor's borders, she has learned not to underestimate a possible enemy - even with a stronger, more experienced mann on her side.

She cannot help but wonder what Genocide's reaction to Dak's taunting will be. No doubt he will be angry - but will he be foolish enough to 'make a move' against so formidable a foe?

Genocide would be defeated in the end, but Mist has had enough bloodshed in her home. In response to Dak's question, she speaks again, her voice a low growl, restating her previous words. "He must leave." These are her only spoken words at the moment, but her golden gaze meets Dakota's emerald, and she conveys her further meaning - that there has been enough bloodshed in Deor... any further should be avoided.

Another familiar form soon comes crashing into the clearing. Chalos, with eyes blazing and stance clearly indicating his evaluation of the situation, reveals Genocide for what he is, and though Mist, now as Drappa, is not easily shaken, she recoils faintly, leaning closer to Dak. If the Dragga had not called the black and red mann 'stranger', she would have thought he surely must have come across him before. Mist could smell blood on him from the first moment and disliked his looks - but even with this, there was no way for her to know him to be a cannibal... as opposed to a murderer.

It is a strange situation, that of Deor's alphas, but Mist does not understand her pack's Dragga. The loss of his beloved mate and Deor's Drappa, Lucivar, has made him reclusive lately, and quiet, but life does go on, and Mist is no longer a simple pack member. She watches him closely, thinking how alike and yet completely opposite he is of his murdering brother, Nocturnia. She would not like to be on his bad side, but if it came to it, she would not back down. With a few words he has fully dominated the situation here, and now she really wonders what it will come to. She does not believe Genocide to be enough of a fool to start anything with Chalos, but she cannot imagine him simply walking away after being called out and told - by more than one varg - to leave.

[Koiji. ♫]

Koiji embraced Silve's affections welcomingly, they were helping to calm herself down a lot, after all that the little cub had seen that day what could and might happen next was almost as bad as watching a canibalistic mann eat someone almost as big as herself. It truly was a scary prospect, and Koiji hoped that it wouldn't get out of hand. She thought about it for a second again, how many times that day that she had said or thought the word 'hope'. The word wasn't doing much in her favor, like she'd hoped she'd get away from Genocide without talking to him, but there again, hope hadn't helped, and she'd hoped that he wouldn't kill anything so that he left her a trembling mess, but still that had happened, and the sheer thought of Genocide's jaws crushing down upon that over-excited dogs skull was fresh in her head. It wasn't pleasant...

Silve's words were soothing to her at least, but she still wanted to scream out that something was wrong. Seriously wrong... When the bushes were blowing in a wind that means that someone is coming, Koiji's attentions turned to the large black mann that made his way into the clearing. Koiji had heard of a valliant ebony mann who was a dear friend to Mist, and she assumed that this must have been Dakota Spirit. She was in awe at his size. and at first was slightly scared at his presence. But when he sent a friendly nod in her mother's and her own direction, she knew that she had no reason to fear him. His tone was obivioulsy made teasing for Genocide's benifit, and she was certainly glad that she wasn't on the recieveing end of it, at this moment in time she'd have probably burst into tears if confronted.

She had relaxed again for a moment or so when a huge bear like creature pounded into the glade. She had not been properly intorduced to her Dragga, but she knew instantly, as did her mum, that this was Chalos Autumn. She would have liked to feel relief, but the tension that had built up in her body was refusing to dispell itself, and she found herself looking up in astonishment at the gathering that had appeared.

Silve's next few words made her want to scream out, and just after Chalos had spoken of Genocide being a canibal, Koiji made a sort of hiccup noise, and said a little loudly, "He's a canibal Mummy! He killed and ate a wolf not much bigger than myself, and somehow we had to run from dogs and then he killed two of them too, and went to eat them! But the worst thing is he find it funny! He laughed at his work of killing the dogs, and he thinks it funny to hurt others!" It showed that Koiji's knowledge of the evil that filled the world wasn't the largest, but she still didn't know why anyone would be heartless enough to do something like that. The evils of the world were far greater than the cub could understand at the moment, but Genocide's bloosthirst for his own kinds blood was something that couldn't be figured out by her with her knowledge of the world at this point. She shuddered and went back to her previous position of cowering.

Koiji didn't know what the others were going to think of her little out-burst, but it was better out than in, and the others at least had proof to what Chalos was accusing him of. She felt a little better, but not much, she felt like she was going to be in deep trouble later on, and that did nothing for her present condition. Shaking she looked about, into all of the faces who all seem to want the same thing; Genocide out. Now.

[Genocide]

(OOC: I thank you Mist for spreading my message to explain my absence, all in all sorry for the delay but as you could tell it couldn't really be helped. Oh well, off to the lands of posting! )

The echo and snaps of voices were beginning to grate upon his nerves but, gathering what control he was able the brute forced himself to be calm and once again sat upon his haunches, a sly smile curling deathly black lips but his eyes flickered briefly to the one known as Dak, petty comments meant only to arouse his anger for fun... the very idea brought upon the cannibal's opinion of Dak almost immediately to his brain 'Imbecile' without even a grunt to Dak he turned his attention again as a larger mann then himself glared down upon him from the brush, he was an impressive mann that was no doubt and obviously did not trust Genocide in the least, the thought brought wicked mental laughter to the crimson and ebony mann as he slowly licked his chops.

This was all so fun, it was so obvious he wasn't wanted here but he didn't really mind, the wolves here looked far too serious, more then likely he would die of utter boredom within an hour with these pests. For a moment the cannibal was calm, seeming to be calculating his situation and thinking at the moment, he was obviously outnumbered so any hostility from him would most defiantly be a stupid move. "My my.... so hostile." he muttered to himself with a light chuckle that seemed to ring with a darker meaning. Then the little runt had to open her yap, though she revealed what he had done he slowly looked to the pup with his burning gaze, a gaze that had before easily shut her up and at the moment was no exception. Koiji was such an annoying little burden, honestly it was just disgusting.

Letting out a light snort from her words he only responded to the claims by absently licking dirt from his paw then watching a jay cackle angrily while it bullied a little sparrow off it's perch, this brought a grin of delight from the mann and he watched for a little while longer before turning his attention back to the group around him, this would be such fun.