Wolf RPG

The assasin lounged outside of his island den. Dawn was close to arriving, the soon-to-arrive sun turning the dark night sky a dark blue. Kaname had woken up earlier than usual that morning, eyes locked on a rock in the distance. He rose halfway, tail curling over his back as he stretched. His mouth opened, revealing long white fangs and a curled pink tongue. There were better things to do than sit around. He needed to hunt for the pack.

For the moment, Ouroboros did not have a communal area like back on Silvertip. But he certainly was thinking of the island as one. He would have to ask Lecter about it, now that Jinx was stark-raving mad, though he was certain he would agree.

The assassin trotted to the water's edge, sliding into the water gently. He couldn't see that well in this near-darkness. He needed to be careful as he made his way to the shore, or else Ouroboros would lose one of their high tier wolves as well as their queen. What a tragedy that would be.

He slipped out of the water, the liquid dripping from his dark fur. The assassin shook his dripping fur, water flying all over the shore. The sound of a voice laced with false happiness made his cold eyes look upwards towards the silver wolf in front of him.

Keith. This one again. His fur dried as best as it could be, he straightened himself. Part of him wanted to tear the smirk off of his face, but he kept his cool. He had to be the better man, right?

The better man? You are no better than him, flirting with a girl 3 years your junior. What's worse is that you're falling in love with the girl, she's practically a pup. A familiar voice hissed. Kaname's eyes narrowed visibly. The girl has a name, Itzal. It's Cara. He retaliated silently. Though he did have a point. Cara was young, she deserved someone young too, right?

No. She didn't need immature little brats like Keith. They only saw one part of her, her face and body. He knew more than that. That's why he fell in love with her liked her. "Hello, Keith." he murmured, walking further onto the dry ground. "Up early, are we?"

He paid no mind to Keith's scathing words. Keith was a child to him. The boy was not of mating age, and that was all that mattered in the natural world. The white male was still a boy, no, a brat, like Ira was. But isn't your Cara the same age as him? Itzal hissed mockingly. Kaname ignored the mocking voice. Cara was different. She was very different from other yearlings, that was certain.

Keith said he was hunting and promptly turned away, heading in an opposite direction. Concidently, so was the assassin. He smirked, a mocking tone entering his voice since he knew how much this would aggrivate the yearling. "I was planning on hunting as well. Why don't we go together and take down something big for more to share?" It had a dual purpose. One, more prey for the pack. Two, he could see how Keith worked. The best time to see a person in their truest form was under stress and hunting was stressful to most wolves.

The assassin hid a smug smile as the youth begrudgingly accepted his offer. Like he had any choice otherwise. Kaname was a high-ranking member of Ouroboros and Keith wasstill at the bottom of the totem pole. The dark male chuffed softly and walked up to Keith's side.

"I spotted a herd of deer not too far from the lake." He began, pointing in the direction of where he last saw the herd. "A large herd, at about 15 does and fawns. Should be easy prey."

"Yes, but they're young. It's probably their first or second year with antlers." There seemed to be no old bucks in sight. Whether it was because none had claimed the herd yet, or they were chased off by one of the younger ones could not be discerned. Either way, they had no experienced males to deal with, giving them an advantage.

He could smell their scent in the gentle morning breeze. His ears perked, listening for any sign of them moving. Deer liked to wake early to move before the wolves do, but this time they could have an advantage if they attacked swiftly. There was no sign of deer moving, so Kaname turned back to Keith. "It sounds like they're still asleep, but we should go ahead and make sure." He started walking to the left, stopping and gesturing for Keith to go the opposite way.

The assassin melded into the shadows, barely making a sound as he snuck closer to the herd. Like he said before, the majority of this herd's members were young, most barely out of their spots. His gaze swiped over the still resting deer, trying to make out a weak link in their chain. Unfortunately, it was hard to tell with them sitting down. He tried to get closer, but froze in his tracks when he heard leaves crashing nearby.

His head lifted slightly, glaring at Keith with narrowed angry eyes before sinking back into the undergrowth, prepared to make a sweep around the perimeter. But that was canceled when a branch cracked near Keith, alerting the older members who in turn scared the younger deer to run. Soon the whole herd was running. The young boy cursed before chasing after them. Kaname growled low in his throat, running through the sidelines before he burst out from the shadows, turning the herd.

The herd was quick and wellfed. With the advantage that Keith had stupidly given them, they easily evaded the hunter. Kaname snarled, pressing speed. If he couldn't catch one, he could at least mark one for later. The dark wolf lashed out at one of the young bucks, fangs tearing into his haunch. The buck screamed, kicking out. Jumping back to avoid injury, he let the deer go, licking the blood off of his mouth. He would track them later.

He turned to his packmate, who panted over a small fawn. The assassin snarled, striding over to the young male. "You idiot!" he hissed. "What were you doing?! We could have brought something bigger down instead of that scrawny thing." He kicked at the carcass with disdain. "Don't look so smug. Like that is going to feed anyone."

If he was a cat he probably would have hissed angrily as Keith snapped back at him. Him retaliating alone was enough to get him demoted. But now that he was walking away, it infuriated him more. Kaname snarled, tail raising high above his back, his ears shoved forward and fangs bared. He was truly pissed. If anyone had known him for a very long time, they would have been scared, since Kaname is not one to show his inner emotions much, especially not the strong ones.

The assassin intercepted Keith, standing in front of him, his head raised above him. "You selfish brat." He snarled. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. You hunt for the pack first and then yourself." The assassin rarely gave his loyalty to others, but he had grown fond of the pack. That Keith was being this selfish was pissing him off, fueling the anger and frustration that had been growing in him ever since Jinx had gone mad.

The fact that Keith thought he had authority over him made him both angry and amused. Not only was he three years younger than him, Kaname was still a higher rank than the silver brat. The yearling snarled at him to move, and Kaname did, though not in the way Keith intended.

The assassin swiftly darted forward his jaws digging into Keith's neck, right above his vitals. Snarling, he used the momentum of the attack to push Keith down onto the ground. Digging his fangs into the silver male's flesh he tasted blood for a brief moment. Kaname loosened his grip, only to speak scathingly to the challenger. "Don't you dare think that you supersede me, Keith." He hissed, muffled.

With the insubordination of the younger male quelled, Kaname stood tall. His head and tail were high, though there was no reason for further displays of dominance. The silver male kept his ears and tail low, his white gaze turned away from the dark male.

He licked the drops of blood from his maw before snatching up the fawn's carcass. Without saying another word, he walked away to find one of the pack's caches and deposit the body, satisfied that his authority was no longer questioned.