Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

Gonna go ahead and tag all the Saints! But pls don’t post until after Dorus’ next post.（╹◡╹）♡

@Derg @Nyra @Dove @Aries @Valour @Hemlocke @Leigh @Evelynn

Editing this post to add @Donatien since he’s in the pack now!

Kynareth’s upper half is bowed as his black-purple tongue laps at the rushing river. His front paws dipping into the foamy bank of the water as his star like orbs dance along the horizon of the fading green backdrop of trees and brush. His thick auds wives upon his crown as a sharp, broken howl reaches his ears — it seems the Saints are quite popular as of late, how unfortunate. 

Still, with a final swallow, he stands from his squatting position, muscles bunching enticingly as he does so. He’s padding towards the voice eagerly to meet this wolf who calls him. Though upon arrival he is pleasantly surprised to see that same disheveled, twisted wolf he met at that lake only days before. 

So, he’s a man who keeps his word then. Perfect. The brindled male thinks briefly, not leaving too much time for silence. Though, where his expression is neutral when his eyes are upon the male, his cream brows raise at the sight of this sweet, young sacrifice he’s brought him. A true shame, Kynareth almost wants to have his way with her before she dies. There isn’t enough time though, he much to excited to watch his pack choke on their words at his gruesome order to slaughter this assumingely innocent young lady.

“Ah, it’s so nice to know that you keep your word. I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” He hums to the blue eyed male, approaching the pair. For a moment he wonders how he snagged such a pretty little thing with the way he looks. Though upon further scrutiny, it seems she has a lame leg. She definitely won’t be getting way then, even if she’s able to dodge the swift onslaught of teeth that will befall her this horrid day. 

Then he turns his attention to the female beside him. “Hello, darling. It’s nice to meet you.” A curt nod of his head, quite the actor he is. “Kynareth Deagon.” He offers his name uselessly. 

Then he’s quick to get to business. “Shall you meet my Saints? They truly live up to their name and they do love surprises.” The Grandmaster hums casually, yet that sweet lilt he adds to his velvety voice is impossible not to hear. Oh, is he up to no good. 

After their replies Kynareth would proceed to howl for his prideful team of hopeful killers. They’d love this surprise, or not.