The slim man had traveled a long way to get here. Around 3 weeks, he would say, but to be honest he had not kept track. He didn't even feel weary, he had only felt empty after his banishment. Their pack had been ambushed, and he was to blame. He didn't even feel bad. It was just for fun, he couldn't help it that they didn't have the same view on things. He had watched them all from the hill that gave a perfect view of how everything went to hell under him. He had laughed at them, a wicked laugh of someone clearly not totally there. All he wanted was the poison of the invading pack, and so he had started a war. It made perfect sense.

But alas, his fun couldn't last forever. His brother had survived and had banished him. It was all fine by him, and so he left with a smirk on his face. And now he was here, somewhere with lots of naive wolves. He would make them all suffer, that was for sure. He wandered through the woods, some of the orange glow of the sun shining upon his dark coat. 

What first was a nice and quiet day full of sunshine, rainbows and murder, was unfortunately disturbed. Trick wasn't particularly fond of others, nor were they of him. He had always been an outcast, and part of him loved that. Nobody gave a shit about him, and that was perfectly fine. However, all of them had something in common. They had been tricked by the greatest Trickster in the world, and were now rotting bodies. No one played this game better than Trick did, and he was proud of it. He was proud of the wars he had started and the many wolves he had made to kill each other.

He stopped in his tracks, fiery eyes already looking to the side. His back was turned to the other who smelled female. He chuckled lightly. This was going to be one fun day today.

Tis not wise to beest in mine presence, my lady. He warned, his wicked tone of voice filling the air with discomfort. He flicked his tail, not in anger, but in delight.

He chuckled again, this time just laughing at her. This bitch was so serious, it was hilarious. He didn't understand why she was talking Japanese, and yes, Loki knew many languages, nor did he understand why she was so angry. Daddy problems? He laughed out loud again.

Watashi wa Trick, Ojōsama. He said, keeping his cool. This had always been one of his best traits. Just keep calm, never get angry, for you might need them in the future. Whether this female wanted to be tricked or not didn't matter. She had dared to talk rudely, and therefore she'll pay.

Aww, she wasn't angry anymore... What fun was she now? Now he was just an annoying kid poking a dead bird, seeing if it would still move. He sighed. She clearly hadn't taken his advice. He had been so kind to say it wouldn't be good for her to stick around.

Barely. He snorted. He only knew how to say hi and goodbye and some insults in Japanese. He found it handy to know as many languages as possible for if a foreigner was worthy enough from him to use. And here it had proved itself handy once again. I am Trick, of the mountain, and I am burdened with glorious purpose. He said with a little flair and a lot of pride. But it was only for that moment he was open, because as soon as his line was spoken, his serious face turned back into a smirk.

Thee don't hark very well, doth thee? He asked, finally turning around to face her.

What she was saying, Trick didn't care. He could understand bits and pieces of it, mostly the curse words, and given her body language she was probably just mad at him. He snorted and laughter followed. He wasn't impressed. If she was truly such a beast she would've killed him already.

You approached me, darling. He responded bluntly with a charming smile in his best Japanese. He had met this kind before. All bark but no bite. She was just a pain in the neck for now. He sniffed in her scent, he memorized it. As soon as he had some "friends" in higher places, perhaps he would spread rumors about the bitchy girl that is so blind and deaf that even a just born pup would do better. At least they kept quiet.

These are my woods now, but you are welcome here as long as you don't bother me with your endless talking. He said, already turning to leave. If she wouldn't leave, he would.

While the other was big and strong, she stood no chance against his speed, agility, and wit. As soon as he heard the thundering of paws behind him, He began running. He was laughing, insane as he indeed was. He always liked a nice little chase game, and this was no exception. The only thing he lacked in fighting ability was strength, but he had a lot of stamina. As soon as she would get tired, he would turn around and maybe even try to fight her. Oh well, she started it.

At least you're quiet now! He yelled as he ran. 

He panted lightly, but he could keep going until the woman was out of sight. Though, he didn't. The chase game they were playing had been way too fun to just leave her here. He stopped, taking a moment to breath, a wicked grin on his face. Running filled him with joy, but that joy wouldn't want to stay. He turned to look at her, hearing faint mumbles. Probably foul words, but they did nothing to his pride. Her eyes were spitting fire, just like his while he wasn't even angry. Amateur.

Giving up so soon, mine lady? He panted, but that didn't take away his sassyness.

He watched as the woman panted, but he could see her legs shaking, adrenaline filled blood pumping through her veins. Why was she so angry with him? She had come to him, not the other way around. She could have avoided all this struggle, he had even warned the darn girl! He knew he was bad, but he was perfectly good at it. A trickster he was, and a trickster he'd stay, an annoying little prick with the speed and agility of a rabbit.

He smirked, already knowing what would come. Anger would drive her further, so as soon as her front paws left the earth to sprint, he turned and ran to her left, passing her and sprinting as fast as he could back in the way they had come here. God, this was fun, yet even his feet felt hot now. He hadn't ran like this in a while, like a rabbit fleeing from a hungry fox. What a peculiar woman she was. So mad, such a free spirit, so... Breakable. Beatable. Fragile. She couldn't accept the fact that freedom was the world's biggest lie. As soon as she would discover that, she'd be at peace.