Ankyra Sound engine of chaos

He had been unable to locate his sister's attacker, nor the screeching man-child Hydra had requested he hunt down. Eventually, he had simply wandered off without the intent to locate either and had stayed on that course, dabbling here and there in various immoral activity whilst on "vacation". The lack of obligation was freeing, until boredom set in and picking fights with men (and women) much wiser than him became more of a consequence than an enjoyment. As a result, the brutish two-year-old appeared significantly aged, marred with dozens of imperfections that revealed just how bored he had been. Vaati soon came to the conclusion that it was not his own lack of direction he suffered from but from the lack of orders, and more specifically, the lack of someone to keep him in line. When left to manage his own self, his achilles heel lied in the fact that he had a penchant for losing his way when not kept tight on a leash. However, he would not settle for a commander below his class. In the right hands, he was a weapon of mass destruction, for his lack of basic morals liberated him from ever having a conscious. If his capabilities were to be utilized, it would be at the behest of someone worthy of his tooth and claw, and the blood he would spill in return.

In his jowls dangled a plump hare in which to drop at the border of the pack he aimed to gain favour with. Vaati's presence was a particularly ominous one that rarely earned him many allies, though he made it a point to seek out only settlements that were foreign to him.  Anyone who had more recently made the wilds their home had less of a chance of knowing of him, or anything he had ever done. Planted rigidly before the territory line, he awaited company from inside.