Panther Park Ideals of a Disturbed Mind

Stalking Shadow...

                 ...he moved without the slightest amount of failure. Stalking among-st the brush with only the Moon spirit knowing where he may truly be as the Wolf, Makaro, set upon and owl devouring what was perhaps once a mouse. Now the dissected meat nugget reflected only the meaty remains of a nasty eating habit but it wasn't the owl's meal that drove Makaro's sleek form across shrub and tree root. It was the owl itself...

Such a kill would warrant true recognition, to have slain a winged beast of the night, that even Slade would have to acknowledge it.

Meters away he thought about his approach... -the spacing between him and his target warranted just a few more meters to appropriately allow a proper pounce yet as Markaro neared, as he smelt the musk of the feathered creature, Slade commanded him to his side with a howl that tore across the plain. Makaro's ears perked up while his head turned to the source with a roll of his eyes looking back to the bird with a defeated sigh. His legs rose with a sharp bark from his voice, "Almost had you this time Ezmotious!"

The Owl lazily turned his head around in a near complete 90 degree spin. The tail of the ground dwelling creature driveled from his beak like a limp noodle only to be sieved and slurped, "Aye ladd, no'run along home tah mother!"

"Sharp tongue and fat gut, same old Bird!" ...."AYE! Same ol'fluff and scratch tat gave you one-for tah last time yee tried tah ruffle de Feather-pins! Com back when Mother replaces tos stones yee call babe makers!" 

Both Makaro and the Owl named Ezmotious laughed from the exchange and went about their lives with Makaro running full speed to Slade and the hollow. Climbing the twisted bark and roots of their domain Makaro sat next to Slade nearly slumping to the ground but only so that if Slade struck he would have plenty of mobility to dodge the attempted mauling. After all who knew what this old wolf would do now adays in the name of 'academics'. Makaro began licking the crud from his front left paw commenting offhandedly and coldly to Slade as a greeting, "Old Man..."

​He wouldn't dare call the Nightmare King Father even though he was the closest thing to that image. However he would poke at him in Makaro's own fashion and perhaps garner some wanted attention.