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It had been a while. Months of boring nothingness, days passing by uneventfully as summer turned to autumn, taking the incessant heat and its annoying bugs with it. Ever since Sejath made his second mysterious disappearance, Nakk had found himself spending these months doing what he was best at. Nothing. Between lazing around and wandering aimlessly, mainly out of necessity, he had not wandered too far from the familiar forests which had served as his home ever since he found himself in this world. It felt as if just yesterday, snow was piling up across the lands, yet here it was again, the orange death quickly sweeping the world and covering it in a coat of death and bittersweet beauty. It meant the chilling cold was on its way again, much to the dark dynroth's dismay, but he knew seasons couldn't be altered and nothing could be done to avoid it.

This particular day started off like any other. Uneventful. Nakk found himself taking a stroll through the airy woods, taking in the sights of a constantly changing image, the green hues slowly fading away, lost in the amalgam of yellow and oranges. Quite frankly, he wasn't expecting much out of it, perhaps the hope of some lost critter falling into his maw, or maybe the opportunity to fool one of the goody two-paws of this world to give him some grub. It was the nagging hunger that constantly prompted him to move from one place to the other, never allowing him to settle permanently. Due to his laziness and the lack of interaction with other wolves, the lithe male had found himself back to being underweight, bones jutting out from various parts of his body, not in an obnoxious manner but simply as a reminder that he was neglecting that particular need, just as he had been in the past, prior to meeting Sejath and taking advantage of his eagerness to hunt for two.

Daemion felt the familiar tug of skin healing over, the tightness that came with a fresh scar. He shrugged his shoulders, shifting the weight on purpose as he walked. He tried to keep the muscles from cramping from the activity. He was, of course, ignoring the advice that others had given him to rest. Who needed something like that though? He wasn't dying. That was all he really cared about.

The woods here seemed to be thinner than the woods he had first been greeted with. And, as far as he could tell. The stench of Bald Bear was no where to be found, so he assumed that these woods would be more prone to having smaller prey. Which, for once he was glad for. The bones would be annoying of course but he was desiring something to eat. He walked along, the branches here easy to maneuver around to not get his horns stuck in them.

He caught the scent of something else on the wind and paused. It was an unfamiliar smell, like a deep must of a long forgotten cave but it was a wolf. That was for sure. He sighed. Apparently he couldn't wander anywhere on his own. He was by no means able to be quite with his size so he took a more direct approach, knowing what he did about Circe and her magic he didn't want to risk being ambushed by something like that. Though, surprisingly enough most wolves around here seemed to be at least mildly decent in not attacking each other. Was it foolish? Probably. He chuckled at his own thoughts. He stepped closer to the scent, spotting a very stark looking wolf. His bones showed clearly, and for a moment Daemion thought that surely this wolf was starving. Until he noticed how he carried himself. No starving wolf would walk that leisurely.

He padded closer to the much smaller wolf, well within his sight and vision. He waited. Deciding it best not to introduce himself until he could figure more out about this wolfs nature. He was beginning to learn that in this world, not all things were as they appeared to be.

It didn;t take long for the lithe male to come across an unfamiliar scent and although he had spent most of his days these past months avoiding other wolves, perhaps out of his dislike for socialization, or perhaps as a result of his loss of control when hunger took over and he nearly attacked his only companion, he continued his walk unfazed. For all he knew, that might've been the reason for the azahi's departure and as much as Nakk wanted to live in blissful ignorance and not care, he did find himself missing the other's touch every now and then.

Regardless, his ears perked up as he moved closer, dark, unkempt fur swaying carelessly in the autumn breeze and, as he had expected, it took only moments for the stranger to come into sight. His eyes fell upon a much larger silhouette, a tall and equally bulky male. Dark as the night and with little lighter hues to give away his appearance, it took Nakk a couple moments to analyze his features. With horns popping out if his skull and webbed wings, standing out morosely, the lerk had an almost draconic feel to him, reminding Nakk of his encounter with the two headed female which he hadn't seen for what felt like an year or two. For a moment, he almost wondered where she had gone off to and how was it that most of the wolves he had met seemed to vanish away at some point, leaving no trace of their presence save for the memories held by those they had interacted with. But then, he reminded himself that he hadn't gone north for an year now, dispelling the intruding thoughts and refocusing on the present.

With a shifty smirk forming across his muzzle, the dynroth's stroll came to a halt, his bright red eyes meeting those of the one standing before him questioningly. "Hi there big fella. What brings you 'round these parts?"

Daemion shrugged slightly, gritting his misformed teeth together as he was reminded of the very fresh scar that still lingered on his side. "Looking for dinner, mostly." He paused, drawing his black tongue across his maw, "You don't look to filling though, sadly." He smirked at the much smaller wolf, making it obvious he was joking - but he took the time that comment provided to scan the creature before him. He really was incredibly lean, almost like he was made purely of bones and sinew - not even muscle. Daemion circled the wolf slightly, his tail not once dipping low. He was going to ensure he would never submit to any wolves, no matter how much they could possibly destroy him. Although unless this one had some tricks up his sleeve the chances looked slim he would pose a threat. He remembered though, the fellow lerk he had run across and how much stronger she had been even though they were about the same size. Would something small like this have similar abilities?

"From your looks either I was wrong about this being a decent spot to find food or you"re just not eating." He stopped, glancing down at the small male and his delicate looking markings. He too had horns but they differed greatly. It intrigued him how different wolves in this world could be.

As he waited for a reply, Nakk took the opportunity to rest once more, unfazed by the other wolf's sheer mass, nor his tough appearance. He didn't really have any need for it, given that he had just gotten on with the walk, but underweight as he was and with a nagging hunger causing his stomach to rumble unhappily, sitting down was appreciated. As his ears angled forward, taking in the male's words, he took a moment to scratch at his unkempt fur, shaking off the itch before returning the smirk. "Hey now, don't judge a book by its cover, will you?" His bright red eyes remained locked onto the stranger as he inched to the side, almost as if to examine the lithe dynroth, a dominant approach that caused his smirk to widen into a grin, finally taking note of all the various scars marring the otherwise pitch black coat, including the far more fresh, still unhealed wound.

It took a mere short moment for him to jerk his head away, abruptly losing his composure and with it, the air of confidence and carelessness which he had been exuding, revealing just how unstable his mind had gotten in the past couple of months. The attraction of a still healing wound, one that was fragile enough to be rather easily reopened, was too strong to resist in this state and he was aware that it would only lead to unnecessary conflict. It was wiser to look like a buffoon and avoid angering a male almost twice his size and he was smart enough to realize that. Regardless, through gritted teeth and a forced smirk, he replied, firmly holding his head and gaze as far away as possible; "Could be one, or the other... Could be both, really."

He glanced down at the strange wolf, who has just disregarded him almost entirely. Daemion quickly pieced together a few things about this strange individual. Either, he just didn't care about the outcomes of anything- he was to stupid to realize what he was doing may be conceived by some as an insult - or he had some form of hidden talent that allowed for him to not feel threatened. He curled his ears back, a small growl welling at the bottom of his throat, but before he could consider making a comment about the small wolves disrespect when he suddenly jerked his head, and the rest of his body very nearly followed the abrupt jerking motion.

Almost out of instinct, his ears pushed forward and he found himself tilting his head, a confused expression evident in his eyes. "You look pretty famished there, little one..." He lowered his head, leveling himself a little more to this small thing. "I wouldn't normally ask this, as I wouldn't normally care, but your apparent lack of fear intrigues me - all that aside, are you okay?" His lips curled up into a vicious smile, he was playing the part of someone that would be concerned. He was still unsure of whether or not he should fully care yet, or if it was even worth his time.

Despite his unwillingness to face the other wolf and the slight tension which resulted from his fear of losing control again, Nakk still maintained a generally calm facade, confident in his ability to at the very least bolt, should the situation turn sour. He was aware that his enhanced speed often surpassed that of many others and throughout his years in this world, most situations were either won or resulted in him getting away unscathed, leading to an uncanny confidence even when faced with massive monstrosities. By now, the skinny dynroth had gotten used to being smaller in stature than most of the individuals he had met so far, though he still couldn't prevent an almost silent groan from escaping his throat as the words 'little one' reached his ears. Although his outward appearance revealed none of it, internally he was aggravated by them, despite having been called that many times before. It was the one thing he just couldn't grow accustomed to, no matter how many times it was thrown his way.

Either way, he almost shrugged carelessly as he flashed the male one look, staring straight into his eyes and avoiding the overly tempting wound, his smirk still holding strong; "Save your pity, big guy, I don't need it." He paused for a moment, almost as if he was recollecting his thoughts; "You just look so attractive right now... so appetizing, I have a hard time holding back."

It took him a moment to realize what he had just said before flashing memories hit him, of what had happened when he started behaving this way with Sejath and, unwilling to take the risk again, Nakk snorted, sighed to himself and turned around, using his enhanced speed to run off. He felt an uncanny urge to isolate himself from the rest of the world, as if his behavior was shameful in a way.

XP Claim:
Completed thread - 50 xp
Met Daemion - 25 xp
Used speed - 50 xp
Total: 125 xp <b>~~ Done ^^</b>