He was not in a good mood today, something that happened to him often whenever things were done incorrectly. Today he was on patrol, his expression impassive as he trotted by the borders and marked them every few steps. He was in no mood to deal with any disrespectful bastards today and hopefully everyone would know their place today for if they didn't, they might just be unlucky and have him come around. That wouldn't be good, for them at least, it would be amusing for him. “Nothi" he muttered to himself as he walked, although none of his anger and frustration showed on his expressionless face.

He hoped to have a peaceful patrol today but apparently the gods decided that they were going to send him something to increase his bad mood. Great, I can finally taste blood again. he thought in a sadistic manner as he trotted towards the stranger's smell even before the howl requesting for his presence rang through the air. He adopted a dangerous smirk was he appeared in front of a male wolf with black and pale red fur. The glint in his platinum eyes -that either meant he was a madman or a genius- brightened, it usually dimmed when he was in a good mood or a normal mood but on days like this or when anything provoked him, it brightened giving his royal features and even more dangerous look than usual.

It was said that the glint in his eye was a trait of the Angelus Mortis line, and that was true for his father, brother and sister all had that glint. As a descendent of all three gods, Pluto was the original founder of his bloodline before Jupiter and Neptune came in. Apparently the god of the dead had given them the trait, a good one at that.

His tail raised dominantly over his hackles as he approached, head raised high and his posture stating he was of the highest rank. Silver gaze cold, steely and calculating locked with the other's emerald gaze. The glint almost glowing as he looked, the smirk dancing n his handsome features as he moved forward again until he was about a feet away from the stranger. The stranger was too close to his borders for comfort so with a dangerous growl he spoke in his trademarked soft icy voice "Move away from my borders now or you will never be able to move again favimus maestam."

He moved forward again, ready to pounce on the stranger if he didn't move. He was sure that the other wolf was a good fighter but he was a Roman, a born warrior of the gods, trained many years in the Legion. His build giving him both strength, speed and agility and no matter how strong or fast the other wolf was, the silver Praetor was confident he could beat him. It wasn't arrogance or pride that made him think like that, but a certain sureness that he would. To him it was a fact, the fact was he could defeat the stranger, he knew he was one of the best warriors in Rome, he wasn't boasting, it was merely a fact.

Yes, Sir. said the stranger, lowering himself onto his belly, his tail tucked and moved backwards but his act did not soothe the silver Roman. He did not tolerate trespassers or wolves that stood too close to his borders. He was harsh, yes and unforgiving but he was also fair and so he would give the pathetic stranger cowering in front of him a fair trial. Or at least a fair trial for himself. Calculating silver eyes analyzed the other with an almost lazy drift of his eyes before moving forward again so he was directly in front of the stranger.

"I am not 'Sir'." he said coldly, tilting his head slightly as he spoke. "I am Hadrian." the leader used his formal name because he knew if this wolf ever ran away to the Creek, they would not know who Hadrian was because they only knew him as Shadow. "But you will address me as 'Praetor'" he said simply, he would have said he was the Emperor but Praetor was more military-like.

"Why did you call for me and stand so near the borders barbarian?" he said in his trademarked icy and soft tone, edged with danger. The maniatic glint in his eye as bright as ever as he stared downwards at the stranger. He had called the agouti male a barbarian because that was how the Romans called wolves that were not part of the Empire.

Cold platinum gaze swept over the body of the submitting man, he lifted a paw and attempted to place it on the barbarian's head and press downwards.

"I desire to join your pack, Praetor. " the barbarian said. The silver Emperor laughed coldly, the sound chilling the air and he lowered his head so he was near the barbarian's level and spoke in an icy soft voice. "You desire to join my pack, huh? Well, barbarian, I see no reason why I should let you in my ranks. After all, you have nearly trespassed on my lands even after calling for me, surely that means you are stupid and I have no use for stupidity in my pack." he paused.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now? I am in a good mood to do so." he said simply, finally raising himself back to his full height and gazing at the barbarian with barely veiled contempt. He might bring him back to his pack as a slave, strong, muscular, could do good work along with Enya.

Or he could just kill him right there and to him, that option seemed preferable although he knew killing without reason would get him a place in Tartarus not Elysium and he did not want to be punished when he died. A part of him wished for the other to attack him to give him a reason to kill but that was bad thinking.

"I offer you my body, skills, and strength, Praetor. I hold stealth, speed, and honed fighting abilities that you may use in anyway you wish. From the cold and unforgiving lands or Mother Russia, I hail, yet to you, I wish to serve."

And with that, the Angelus Mortis let loose a bunch of words in his common tongue, latin which he was sure the Russian would not understand. He spoke in a silky scathing tone “Barbarus, et spuria. Quia corpus non habeo, uti, si non videri, quod est melius quam ipsa gallicae una nostrae. Bonum? Et vade ingredere ad Tartara." He smirked, the glint in his eye gleaming brightly as he stared down at the Russian with contempt visible in his silver gaze. This Russian would have to put up more of a fight, better reasons for him to be accepted.

"You have ten seconds before I kill you." he snarled, voice icy, claws glinting as he pulled it away from his head and onto the ground, tail swaying threateningly. Patience no longer existed within the now savage Roman.

The silver Praetor listened with a bored expression on his face. He spoke too long and Shadow was in a mood to kill him right there and now, he had no use for stupid spies, he was a spy himself, he didn't need other wolves to do his own job. "I am a recon. I seek what it is my leader desires, gathering all intel, with a career of never being caught. My stealth is flawless. My reports I bring back are word for word, no errors in any sentence, no matter how short or long. "

Now he had even more reason to kill this shitty Russian barbarian. "I am an assassin. If directed to a target, I will not sleep, eat, or return alive, until my mission is complete. That is my blood bound oath, the very chord that binds my words to my very being." He had spoken for more than ten seconds now and the Imperator was in no mood to listen to the barbarian's shit. "Shut up," he snarled, cutting him off in mid-sentence."You have spoken and I have listened but the shit you are saying will not do you any good."

A dangerous smirk graced his features as he spoke in an ice cold tone, "I do not need a pathetic spy or assassin. I am one myself and I don't need a barbarian doing my job, thank you very much. Your work means nothing to me."

"Now get up, barbarian and keep your tail tucked between your legs and that damned head of yours lowered."

He looked at the Russian with contempt as he leaped to his paws. "You will be my slave." he said coldly with a tilt of his head. "You will not spy or kill anyone. You are now my slave and you will now serve me." he smirked. "Look at me, slave. You will address me as 'Master' and if you even try to leave, your life will be slowly ripped away from you and I'll think of the most horrible way to die for you."

He moved forward, muscles tensed, ready to leap at him in case he tried to escape. Some normal garden work would do this barbarian some good, always thinking he was the best when really he was a pathetic coward. He was pathetic, starving and stealing his pack's resources.

"You have also stole the prey and water of my lands, you will be severely punished for that. And you will work all day and night for me and you will do what I tell you to do and nothing else." he snarled. "Do you understand?"