Post by Jilkennasaxlos on Oct 6, 2006 23:02:17 GMT -5
Slow steps of deadly movement was made, as the brujetto's formation made way to the borders. Blood soaked his pelt, and the scent was overwhelming. The look of danger rode within his occuli as he looked around himself. Massive paws kissed the ground as he slowly forced himself to break the barriers of gravity. Steps of weight wanted to throw him upon the ground, as gravity tried to get the best of him. He was lightly swaying from side to side as he padded closer and closer toward the territory. He was obviously injured, and needed help, but he was strong, bold and tough. He would pull through indeed as he always had previously. He was an assassin. The top assassin of all. He was surrounded by a pack of wolves just getting here. He wasn't sure of the name of the pack but he got five of them, and only three remained. He killed the two Alphas leaving the others powerless, and turned tail and ran off in retreat after they realized whom they were dealing with. A light smirk played across his fascade as he stopped within his tracks. Blood dripped from his wounds. He was looking to join the pack, but maybe not looking like this. He didn't reconize any scent here, as he looked around himself to see if there was anyone here that he might know of. Nope, they were all new to him.
The reason why he was attacked by the pack was because he was seeking vengeance, of the Delta male who killed his last queen . The Delta was trying to take throne, and that he did, but Jilkennasaxlos chased him off the terra and swore revenge upon him, as he was an intruder. Though pack members held him back from killing him as that pack was a danger to them. Jilkennasaxlos chose to obey, and sought him out upon his terms of leaving, and that he did. Both enemy's Alphas died because of him, One Beta died , Gamma, Sigma, and then him. Small pack, and Jilkennasaxlos was one powerful assassin. He hated fighting, but only loved to kill.
Scars of his past were tell tale of his battles, and deaths. A huge scar was written across the top of his muzzle, which was lashed five inches, across. Half an ear torn off, and a few scars here and there across his fascade, and under his hues as well as above them. He wasn't a pretty sight at all. His bodice was covered of scars as well. Previous deep wounds gashed him, but healed over in time. he however was still standing. Hell he was an assassin, he was supposed too. He acted like a Scout upon missions, spying the first few days to seek out the detailed schedual of the victim(s) He worked alone, always worked alone. But he had others he worked together with.
But wait....What was that scent? It couldn't be. It was Ice. He worked with Ice a few times. A powerful team they where! Indeed powerful. Those two alone could take out a small pack with witts, and hardcore training. But that wasn't the case. He perked himself up, as he took keen notice of Ice's scent here. What the fuck was he doing here? There where many powerful wolves here. Chances of his survival here in a good fight might be slim, because of his injuries, until he was healed. Him and Ice had a few good brawls, and Jilkennasaxlos always won. But Ice was the one who kept pushing himself upon him to prove a point. He didn't need to prove anything. Jilkennasaxlos knew he was a good assassin as well as himself. But Jilkennasaxlos had worked for many packs a thousand times over, and was referred a thousand times over with allied packs, Ice was a second or third choice. If Jilkennasaxlos was out on bussiness with another pack.
He smirked to himself as he knew Ice was here. Small pack world it was indeed. He rose his cranium and beckoned someone to come greet him out here. His call was weakened as he felt dizzy from using his voice. His voice was powerful, but it took alot of his energy, since he was running low on it to begin with. He never spoke a word in his life. And if he did it was never in english. He waited for one to come seek him out. He hoped they would accept him in. Once healed he will prove himself worthy to the Alpha here. He sniffed the borders as he lowered his cranium. He knew the Alpha was a brute, as Melandru's scent soaked into his nares. It was written in stone as he took note of it. This was going to be exciting working for a fellow brute once again.