little care for boundaries;

[//Ramen.]

^{They're only broken bones}
ooc

_{Hide the hate inside}

Ghost cared little for boundaries; the scent markers he had passed were strong and fresh. Alabaster paws sunk into the boggy glade surrounding him. Lifting up a paw he shook it, grimacing at the sticky mud caking the extremity. With a sour face the rogue pushed on, he wasn’t going to let a bit of mud and water scare him from exploration. Besides he had smelled females along the border why not try and get closer to them? Surely none around these parts had heard of the Unknown Soldier, even if they had why would they perceive him as that with which to fear? Tail hung loosely catching strands of green algae, Ghost was slowly going insane.

Reaching the forest he shook the disgusting water from his body, droplets covering leaf and bark inches from him. Semi-dry pelt stuck up in odd places and poofy, other parts laid flat stuck to his skin. Catching a glimpse of himself in a small pool of water, horror disfigured his features. I can’t prey upon my victims looking like this. He thought, breathing a sigh he spotted a rock, the sun rested perfectly upon the smooth surface.

Moving forth he leapt upon the heated boulder, warmth shooting through his paws and into his body, laying down he soaked up the rays, his fur slowly drying. Closing his eyes he decided to get some rest, ears perked and listening for anything. Ghost indeed cared little for boundaries, hell he cared little for rules. The only thing he would ever follow was take what you can, and ruin what you cannot.

So I can leave this world behind.

[[Midnight]]

This place wasn't exactly what Toboe would call special. Sure, it smelled fresh... And a little bit like sun-baked mud... But he'd much rather be out in a sloping, hill-stricken land with tall grass, herds of deer grazing in the open....
He sighed. Boy, he could use a bite to eat about now. But hunting could still wait a few more days until he strength really started to go.

When he paded along the spongy ground below him, his ears perked every once in a while, catching bits and pieces of random sounds in the distance. Toboe may not have been a splendid specimen to give a first glance too, but just the size of him from afar could be enough to send a smaller foe wary.

The young male stopped for a moment, lifting his head. He thought he caught the scent of another wolf. His hackles immediately raised when he realized this scent was not recognizable at all - in fact, even though they were technically still on the furthest boundaries of Fallen Alliance, this didn't smell of FA at all. So he began to scan to the area, peering across the distance in search of the wolf; assuming it was deciding to show itself.

That's when Toboe's lips curled up in a small snarl. There was Ghost, atop the boulder, sunning what seemed to be a messy pelt - though wolves weren't meant to see so far in the distance, so Toboe wasn't so sure.

He dared to venture a ways closer, keeping his head lowered a bit and his tail neutral. Could he have been mistaken? Was this male actually part of the Fallen Alliance?

[.River\\]

Ooc:I am not copying you Ramen...I just had the same idea...

~The only narcoleptic, ADD, ADHD canis lupis~

A yawn broke the brutes maw as he padded leisurely along the way, tending to avoid the boggy marshes and other expertly hidden mudholes; it wasn't that he minded getting dirty, it was just that he didn't want to put forth the effort of getting through it. Today was one day where if he had happened upon some misfortune, sure, he would try for a bit to get out, maybe call for help, but inevitably he would fall. Today wasn't worth trying for. Worth expending more then the needed energy.

So why was he walking? He had spent ages near the faint borders of a packland, and since had grown bored, lusting for adventure. Boundaries had never done him good; too much of a free spirit, too likely to join then leave a few days later. He didn't sit still very well, or for too long. Sitting and lounging for too long only made him restless; or sometimes, only drove the desire to sleep, and lounge about, doing nothing.

Walking steadily onward, golden eyes paied little attention to the detail of the land--pity it was the same almost everywhere. Nothing new and exciting to spice it up at all. The same rocks, trees, stones... it was so monotonous, he was tempted to fall where he stood and sleep days away; it's not like anything was going to happen anyway, right?

Or perhaps, for once, he was wrong. A soft scent entered his nares, that of a young being, a pup compared to him; and a male, nonetheless. A small smirk crossed over his kissers, as he wondered how close the youngling would let him get, even though he happened to be downwind from him. However, another scent caused his pawsteps to hesitate; this one was strong, and sharp, a major contrast to the former. Again, this one was male; though not young at all. A tried, and more then likely, true aged brute also lay ahead. Wonderment filled his head for a glorious moment, before he settled down.

This would be his first test to them both. Being downwind gave him the upperhand, an advantage, but any wolf should be able to sense a being behind him, or he was dead. Of course, he didn't expect much from the pup; however, the other aged one should have known he had been coming for a while.

Or so Ritalin thought.

[//Ramen.]

^{They're only broken bones}
Poor Toboe, he has no idea what he has walked into D=

_{Hide the hate inside}

Eyes still shut Ghost pricked his ears; he sensed something coming towards him. The wind blowing down he couldn’t catch the other’s scent. Cracking his eyelids he could make out the shape of another wolf, it wasn’t on the attack so it couldn’t very well be from these lands. Sitting up he yawned, icy gaze on the other wolf, a young male. “Lo’” He said coolly. Fluffing his pelt he jumped from the rock, landing with a thud he smiled at the young wolf. “What is your business here young one?” Ghost’s gaze never left the young males. “And better yet, what is your name?” Sinister smile pulled taught onyx lined lips, baring the yellowing teeth lining his mouth.

A momentary shift in the wind brought a new scent into play, another male somewhere close but far away enough not to worry the Unknown Soldier. For someone who had traveled into this land to find females Ghost sure was running into a lot of fucking males. Fuck this, he thought to himself; he circled the young male a few times before sitting down a few tail lengths away. The sun was slowly moving out of sight, and soon darkness would engulf the two.

So I can leave this world behind.

[.River\\]

Ooc

~The only narcoleptic, ADHD, canis lupis~

The elder males words floated towards him on the wind, and he bit back a chuckle. Greetings were oddly cordial, for the tone of voice didn't seem to be one that enjoyed much, or anyone. Quietly adjusting where he was sitting, the two came into clearer view, while he tried to remain hidden. The younger of the pair seemed to be intimidated, and unresponsive. Cowardice. However, the white one seemed to be quite bored, and irritated at having to wait for the youngsters response.

Ears folded back as curses ran through his mind. The wind had shifted course ever so slightly, but he knew it was enough to throw his scent in the pair's direction. So much for testing their skills. Attention was diverted from his failed experiment to the aged one circling the other; again, the youngster seemed to be frozen stiff at the sight of the white beast and was unresponsive.

A small grin broke his kissers previous grimace at the thought of the poor youngster. He had no idea what he had walked into, between the two of these elder wolven. Granted, Ritalin himself didn't know anything about the other white one, but his presence said enough. Glancing to the sky, he saw that night was fast approaching, though he gave it little heed. Remaining where he stood, he gave the youngster one last chance to redeem himself.

[//Ramen.]

^{They're only broken bones}
Ghost is a crazy man...

_{Hide the hate inside}

Yawn wretched open jaws, bearing yellowing and chipped canines. A slight crimson stain etched into some of the ivory beauties, told a tale far better than Ghost could ever convey himself. He was growing tired of the young male that had come upon him. And yet something else hid in the shadows, something that had his attention from the start. “I must bid farewell youngster, for something else draws my attention. Perhaps one day we shall meet again.” With that said Ghost set off, quick in pace for the one that was hiding would not get away.

Ghost moved easily through the undergrowth and other obstacles, he could see the other male clearly now, cover could not save him now. With the grace of a lead male he made himself known. “You must face your fears now coward; the shadows will not hide you forever.” A growl barreled through his chest, veins pumped with adrenaline. The young pup was a mere appetizer, and Ghost was ready for the main course. It had been ages since this had coursed through him, far too long in his opinion…

So I can leave this world behind.

[.River\\]

Ooc

~The only narcoleptic, ADHD, canis lupis~

Only a meager smirk crossed Ritalin's face as he was approached by the male. He sat on his haunches, and casted the growling to the side, seemingly unphased. No harm needed to happen here; a wanderer is simply what he was and wandering was his occupation. "Here I have have no fears, nor am I a coward. I was giving that pup a chance to right his wrongs. To see which one of you might pick up on me first. A small, test, shall we say? Rightfully so, you've passed."

The air was thick with the challenge that the other white brute had passed, and the smart words he had replied with. There was no fear here, no cowardice, as he said. If the male wanted a fight, he'd give him one, even though he'd much rather not. The dance was in the others paws now.