Ankyra Sound Into Acheron.. and possibly never back, {IC Joining}

Dante, or Dantus as his birth name, had been spending days... weeks, maybe, to find the supposed "Amazonian" pack that he had heard rumors of, the female-hierachy that had been growing. He was excited of news like this, he had always been interested by phenomenons and stories that people could only tell of, and noone had seen themselves. He had heard accounts of Slavery, Imprisonment, and Female Hierachy.. and several loners had told him about it, but most of it he had doubted, one white male wolf, which he had laid eyes upon, had told him that it was better not to know, but Dante did insist, and had just begun to practice his greek, which had begun to rust. " "Χαιρετισμούς" " he practiced, the thick latin and Italian accent that had formed from his original tongues began to work itself into the practiced Greek, Το όνομα γέννησής μου είναι Δάντη, εδώ για να εξυπηρετήσει.Το όνομα γέννησής μου είναι Δάντη he began slowly, his voice deep, yet the soft and luring Italian accent could be heard in the several a's that he had slowly developed εδώ για να εξυπηρετήσει he said, his voice stuttering lightly, mixing the words, but with constant practice as he walked and stepped softly forward to the open little cove that had been formed, he grabbed all his might, and with a light curse Questo non e una buona idea ma... Cazzo, lo farò He slowly howled, calling for any woman to arrive.

As he waited, he began to look around the shore for any beautiful clams or corals, or if he was lucky, flowers to present, not for flirting, but as a sign of offering, but a bit of fun would'nt be bad, he thought as he snatched some seashells into his mouth, picking only the most beautiful ones. Some he had not remembered the names of, especially the names in english, but as he caught his third, he plucked the Wentletrap from his mouth, reminding him of greek structures, and placed it into his mouth, along with a Clam and a bright magenta Hibiscus, which he had to push slowly forward into the grass to find, but nevertheless, made it look the evermore fabulous. He sat down, and began to wait, excited for his first meeting with a mythic race, that he had thought only of as a legend.