Bramblepoint Must be the way you whisper

2C°, currently it is partly cloudy and set during the night. Located in Great Bear Wilderness, bramblepoint | ooc notes: open for anyone for anything!

It felt like an eternity since he had last wandered across the Nightwalker's borders. The feeling of being cramped into those woods was beginning to feel overbearing, the same smells, the same faces, he had to behave up to a certain point with the other members. He was their leader after all, and no such group would follow a mad man.

He would make his way toward the woods, the woods where Black Hat had mentioned a group lead by a young leader. Neverwinter Forest and finally speak with the young leader one on one. They had had plenty of time already to ponder over whatever Black Hat had offered them, and now, Vengeance would finalize an alliance between Nightwalkers and Neverwinter Forest wolves, of course, he would pick up Hydra along the way and offer her to come with him to meet the young leader.

With powerful strides, he stalked along the sweet forest caped in white, carving his way through the alabaster clouds, staining it with his grime and dried blood as it brushed against the melting snow from having contact with the beast. His large dark physique sticking out among the pure snowfall that collected around them. Still, the scent of prey was absent. The wolves of the haunted woods held on strong with their own devious diets despite the famine, but even Vengeance missed the taste of prey flesh.

I couldnt resist! no loss of limbs or senses but if vengeance wants to go ham that's cool! :D

the snow was not white. as dasher marched along, his nose caught it, as well as his eyes. something on the snow? blood. not fresh- old blood, but blood all the same, as if it was marking out a red brick road to some unknown origin. dasher knew better than to fuck with trouble, but he couldn't resist. heavy hooves followed the path until- oh?

something there, just up ahead. a little pest, dark and seemingly the origin of the trail. and with its back to him! oh, how he wanted to maim it, to make him a better source of blood in that snow. but shall he risk it? for now, he would wait to see if the little thing would notice his looming figure just a few yards back.

:BIGEYES: omg he's gonna go wild!! I made it private so no one joins and kills him LOL

For a while, he wandered, face forward, focussing on his travel toward the mountain to summon Hydra. He forced his way through the barricades of the snow, causing a ripple at his sides as the snow turned over. He could hear the crunching of his own footsteps... but, the rhythm was off. Suddenly the repetitive melody of his paws tearing through the snow was interrupted by another. Behind him. Stalking him. 

As soon as his ears flickered back to catch their sound, he whipped around, not wanting to be one caught off guard by whomever, whatever may be sizing him up quietly back there; and that's when he saw it. A large buck, staring him right in the face. A creature not many had seen in a while since the earthquake. Even Vengeance knew it would be unwise to take on a buck on his own. Those horns and hooves caused more damage than most would realize.

Heavily the muscle in his chest beat, excitedly, strong, it filled his veins with ghrelin. His body trembled with anticipation, fighting the urge to lunge forward with fever. No... First, he would call.

That solemn song of his reaching out to the heavens to try and summon any Nightwalkers or Moonspear wolves who may be around to hear.

... but nobody came. His call went unanswered and the hunger forced a reaction, he didn't have the patience to wait much longer and almost immediately after, as the call still hung in the air as an echo - he sprung forward, exploding through the snow with vigor as he watched those hooves... desperate to grab onto the jugular of the beast. End it quick. Fill his belly - the others would follow.

suddenly the little beast whirls around to greet him. he could see the hunger in those bloodred eyes... those poor beasts! losing all their food in the famine. they had become starving, desperate, scrawny little things. amusing- that it was, to dasher. and then, the beast shows some common sense, unlike the boy from the other day. he calls for his little friends. but dasher knew if his nose had not decieved him, that this was no pack land.

still, his muscles became tense as he prepared to "dash" at any moment in which little beasts may arrive. but there is quiet, and aloneness, and he stares down the beast with beady black eyes. "your little friends are all gone," he coos mockingly. and then, the beast gives into its stupidity, making a run at the five (plus four foot antlers) man.

dasher made a little skip forward to the side with the hope to dodge the beast. if he could not dodge, he would at least want the attack to land somewhere in which the wolf did not intend for it to land. if dodged successfully, he hoped he would have the time to whirl around and spear the beast on his antlers like a canine kebab.