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He woulda if he coulda - Trick - April 20, 2016

Someone from Seadog, maybe? perhaps? Trick is basically only here to fuck shit up, so anyone is welcome :)

The raven wolf had finally settled, but his heart was still racing. In his mind, he was busier than ever. What could he do to turn all the packs against each other? How could he not be a suspect? Perhaps he could flee as soon as they started bickering, but then he'd miss the fun. Hmm... what to do, what to do. All this went through his head as he awoke in the cave where all Marauders slept together -which he truly didn't give one shit about-. He left them without really saying where he was going, not wanting to wake them up -or make them suspicious-.

He made his way through the weeping willows, admiring his view, spotting Belladonna and other herbs he could use to both heal and poison. It was a rich place, actually perfect for him. The weeping willows actually kind of represented him in a way. Forever weeping, even when happy, trying to find enjoyment in swaying left and right, left and right, left... and right. He sighed. This place was fucking depressive yet beautiful. But he had to go exploring at once. There were things to do, after all!

And so he went, his trot one that immediately showed happiness and superiority. Whoever he would meet here, would be part of his scheme, that was for sure. Whether it was a loner or pack wolf. He soon reached an odd place that he liked, it being a field with weird mounds here and there. Huh, just as he thought this whole place couldn't get anymore sad and haunted. 



RE: He woulda if he coulda - Depp - April 20, 2016

Depp was going on his usual break from...well, nothing really. Not much had been occurring lately, all he had to worry about was Saltwinter, which wouldn't do anything until his decision was finalized and Sen going into labor sometime soon. He'd been keeping track of her scent fairly well, stalking her from more a distance, knowing it wouldn't be so obvious he was keeping tabs on her where-abouts. Out of context that would seem rather, well, creepy. But it wasn't to watch Sen do nothing all day because he purely enjoyed it, it was because he had pups on the way, and if he didn't keep an eye on his co-Alpha, his children would be killed the moment they're born. 

His days seemed to be growing rather boring lately, part of him yearned for children to distract him in his deepest moments of boredom. Even though he disliked young ones rather much, these would be his own. These would be different. Not some annoying, sloppy, loud kids—no, they would be perfect. Heading out to the coast was becoming a more and more common thing for the dark wolf, as it brought him peace of mind, although he would never admit such words allowed. He'd simply say something like: "I enjoy the view." 

While swaggering across the fields to the sandy beaches, he came across the smell of a stranger. His ears perked instantly, and he gazed over in the direction it was coming from. There he saw the silhouette of a dark figure off in the distance, perfect. Meeting someone new was always a fun experience for the man, hell, last stranger had gotten water out his ears that he didn't even know was there. You never knew what would happen when you met a stranger, and that was exactly why he loved to do so. Leisurely moving in the direction of the figure, when coming close enough he nodded his head. "Ello, there."


RE: He woulda if he coulda - Trick - April 21, 2016

He sat down, staring at the mounds. What were they? How did they get here? He had never seen anything like it. for a moment, he felt like running, up, up high onto one of those mountain like things. But no, he couldn't. He shouldn't. He needed to watch, to wait for others coming by.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. A drunken-like, care free, scruffy looking man was coming his way. A smirk couldn't help to show on his muzzle as the pretty similar in build man approached. He smelled of pack, of a younger boy yet not a yearling. Perfect. He greeted, a true pirate accent. Oh-hoo! Here he could talk the way he wanted! Ahoy! He shouted as the stranger approached. When he stopped, Trick bowed before him as another greeting.

Trick's my name, traveler, healer, hunter and lover! He introduced himself, a voice much like melted chocolate. 



RE: He woulda if he coulda - Depp - April 21, 2016

Ahoy?  Even Depp didn't use such a greeting, despite his pirate tongue. The closer the man got, the more the captain could spy his sleek, business-like coat. What a strange look for such rustic language. Trick was the fellow's name, an unusual name indeed, but he'd met others with even odder titles. He already listed Trick as charming on a notepad in his mind, when meeting particular people Depp enjoyed jotting down traits and observations he picked up on throughout their conversation. This wasn't always a common occurrence, only doing so with Sen since coming across Teekon. 

Not only did he list his name, but four other facts about himself. He gave a nod of the head towards the man, the equivalent to a handshake, and stated his name. "Depp—Captain Depp Sparrow," his introduction's were usually shortened, at least since entering the Wilds, but as time grew the man began to state his catchphrase of a name, Captain Depp Sparrow. He could now officially call himself such a term, now being the Alpha of a pack once again. 

His eyes scanned the area, as if searching for something. "What brings you here?" The dark male asked, giving a small tilt of the head and a squint of the eye. He wasn't concerned of his proximity to Seadog, hell he couldn't care less who stepped onto the borders, as long as there was no harm done.


RE: He woulda if he coulda - Trick - April 22, 2016

Captain? He was a leader of one of the packs he had smelled? Oh, what a luck he had today! Instead of screaming at fish, he was now having conversations with others. That was a great step forward to becoming more sane, becoming more devious as well. For whatever it was that drove wolves forward, it was greed. Trick fell under this category as well, but he didn't seek power. He sought chaos, destruction. Sure, he needed some kind of power to achieve this, but it wasn't his ultimate goal.

He watched as the other was distracted by something -maybe the mounds?-, and Trick followed his eyes to... Really no where. huh, weird. He surely was not a normal fella, for his movement were so often, so out of the ordinary that it'd be an art to not spot it. For his question, Trick decided to answer as truthfully as he could. Better keep this Depp as a friend rather than foe. Traveling as always, woot. He answered, but he knew he must smell like pack, like on of The Keep. Mostly seeking for herbs and such. Better safe than sorry, tick! He joked. He was lying a bit though, but he felt like it was actually a good idea. He needed herbs -and poisons- for his life as a pack wolf anyway.

What about you, captain? He asked, his green eyes shimmering like crystals.