♠ +5 - practice covering your tracks // submastering sleuth Moving slow and deliberately, the black beast was a enigma abasing cavernous walls. Stale air infiltrated his nostrils like a train at high speed, a dramatic effect on his ability to smell his immediate surroundings, unable to pull an individual out against the ancient tomb. Faint sounds of birds wings flapping against cool early-morning fog, cracks in the ground allowing sunlight to seep into the chamber foyer in spears of light. Like a serpent, Czerno slunk silently beneath a sunny crack, illuminating his scarred top line, and rough coat of raven black. Pausing to glance behind him, the obsidian stag took the opportunity to cover his own paw prints left behind, twisting his tail-less body around slowly, war-ridden paws brushed over former footprints with impressive carefulness, sensitivity and gentleness unbefitting to his aura and demeanor on the regular. A demon performing delicate acts in silence. He allowed his exhaling breaths to smooth out the smooth, sandy spots, causing his previous evidence to be covered with tampered earth, and manipulated to give the effect of no meddling. Moving on, the macabre stag watched his foot placement, ensuring not even the whistle of a beetles wings were going to disturb his presence nor his patience. ”Speech” OPEN! @Korrin

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Sasdism, Threats of Violence, Violence of any sort, Abuse, Foul Language, Internal monologuing of darker tendencies, Etc.

He was moving through the tunnels, no intentions of anything in particular.. Rounding the corner and pausing when he saw another frame - but what he saw.. left him chuckling. The sound rumbling deeply from his throat. "And look what the cat dragged in." Korrin's deep baritone echoed from the walls, his footsteps shifting from sneaking, careful to heavy thudding falls in a steady rhythm.

"Bring anyone with you?" Hellfire gaze crossed over the half-mane and he approved. @Czernobog seemed to be doing well - all things considered. And oddly enough, Korrin was pleased to see a member of his family. It would only serve to further his plans - his desires and needs. The Wolfbron lion let his brother bear the weight of his gaze as he waited for the barely leashed demon to acknowledge him.

"We have work to do." He hoped those five words would pique the interest of his sibling - through another mother of course.. but sibling nonetheless. Korrin knew that they had their work cut out for them... but he hoped that by having family - he wouldn't have to do it alone.

Bodies fill the fields I see - Hungry heroes end

Running blind through killing fields

code by corvus

♠ +5 - practice covering your tracks // submastering sleuth The King was not a lone entity, the ranks he'd grown from seemed to follow him like haunting ghosts, and the souls they inhabit seem to enter Czerno's life in a manner of cruel intentions. The deep, slow chuckle sounds familiar, the scent of whom the black stag could not figure out just yet, though it appeared his recognition of the owner was clear as day. His expression was flat-lined, and a small coy smirk grew against one side of his visage. Wrinkles formed at the top of his scarred nose. "Korrin..." Like biblical words that could trigger a plague, he felt his brothers name roll from his tongue. It was quiet and dry, a dangerously low sound, almost guttural and familiar enough to be a mumbled growl. ”Do you see anyone here besides... me and you?” his smirk grew a bit as his dark crimson eyes focused on his bretheren, a hint of darkness in his eyes. The mutual cheekiness from both of them was something of a guarantee. Even if it had been ages since he'd seen @Korrin. ”Work? Tchhh...” The male's expression went from excited playfulness to apparent discouragement. ”What kind of work?” he let his voice drag out as if he was forcing it, sounding hopeful to hear an answer he'd want more than what he expected. Teaming up wasn't his forte, yet at the same time, he'd had yet to be involved with his brother and have it turn out disappointing... To say the least. ”Tell me, brother...” this time he sounded more like a serpent than a cat, a dark curl of smoke approaching Korrin carefully and slowly. ”Speech” @Korrin

The walls had ears or so they say. And there were a many great deal of walls down these wandering paths. It started as a tempting whisper; undistinguisable but surely voices from others? The wolf went to investigate in search of a cure for boredom. Nothing vnetured was nothing gained but his expectations were still modest at best. Expectations that would be far exceeded, realizations and familiarity settling in. He experienced euphoric disbelief. Them? Truly? He had to take himself closer still to really be sure his ears were not playing tricks, that his heart was not longing for the warm company of his fellow monsters by nature and nurture.

Like gates to distopic paradise being opened before him dark @Czernobog materialzed from shadows and gloom. His stride took him through the veil of their perfume, Druidkaar inhaled deep into his nares which did flare upon each hot breath down into his lungs and back. Garm invited himself to their table with an unwieldy flop, and sinister silence, onto his side in their proximity, by passing sitting and going straight to a position of comfort amongst them. His near bare but save for patches of wiry haired muzzle turned now to @Korrin's feature whilst embers glistened with a the light of a destructively curious light. Silently begging a taste of the feast while acting like it was not bizarre and fortunate that they should reunite. Garm had no stomach for sentimentalities. They were here and that mattered to him but could he say he missed them? Not so much either.

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Sasdism, Threats of Violence, Violence of any sort, Abuse, Foul Language, Internal monologuing of darker tendencies, Etc.

[OOC: Phone post... sorry that I didn't match well!
The serpent rose from the basket, brought forth by the siren song of the charmer. Korrin grinned, a macabre smile as he fixated hellish gaze upon his kin. The greeting that tumbled forth was without pre-amble. As he preferred. Down to business and direct. The king of beasts would shift, maw parting to offer @Czernobog his thoughts when another arrived.

The male found himself extraordinarily pleased to see @Garm. The older male had been gone on his own path for some time and Korrin hadn't seen him. This changed things...moved up the timetable. "Brothers...there are eight prides in this land.. none of which are strong enough to stand against us."

The demon was not one to wax poetic in grand speeches... but to pass along the information he had learned.. "Of the eight, three are ruled by women.." a scoff, the twist of his lips and the lash of a tail gave way to his feelings on THAT. He would cast his gaze towards the other two. "I have been testing the rulers of this land. Attacking their members. As of yet they've done nothing but hide in their homes...mice before the falcon."

Bodies fill the fields I see - Hungry heroes end

Running blind through killing fields

code by corvus

♠ His timing was perfect, another hand of bad cards had been tossed towards the sitting deck as a fold. A movement from the shadows was perfectly executed, and it came as no shock to the black monster. His bobbed tail twitched wickedly, and an excited shiver sent his hackles up in a moment. ”Well, well...” he cooed, his voice a little louder, his throat hoarse as he suppressed what seemed like an un-hinged laugh. snorting and chuckling under pressed breath. ”How long has it been, Garm?” he asked his brethren with an air of shock to his vocals, sickly deep and demonic to the ear. Czerno had changed his direction upon seeing Garm settle himself down, without a care in the world. Playfully the black stag leaped towards him, musculature tense as sinister sounds emitted from his vocals, though his thirst for blood was not present, only tomfoolery would commence. He let his front paws reach out toward Garm's flopped position, Czerno's nails sheathed, yet the weight of his body pushing down on his arms draped over his Druidkaar brother, nose diving towards his face with a wicked look in his playful eye, his smirk playing against Garm's cheek as he gave a low growl. Quickly his crimson eyes shot up towards Korrin, the bronze statue of Adonis himself holding calmly nearby. Czerno chuckled with an eerie, deep escape of breath, remaining thrown against @Garm, or at least rolling with his brother's potential discouragement of his smothering-like roughhousing. A twitch at his cheek, and slowly the black stag pulled himself off of Garm, a quietness to him as he smirked at Korrin's matching reaction to his own messages. ”Females need not to worry of ruling lands...” he commented, a devilish snicker appearing which seemed to say more than his real words. ”What of their warriors? They're protectors? Nothing?” He would ask with eagerness, awaiting an answer impatiently. ”Nests of wasted potential... Led by mere rodents... and three hawks circle above... no?” Eyes of blood red danced, and his slowly growing excitement became more noticeable now than before. He took a few steps towards @Korrin, licking at his maw with temptation visible in his eyes. The saliva that dripped from his jaws like a poison sank into his coal colored fur, his tongue messily lapping at what remained, his smirk heavier now. ”What of their offspring? Fodder... Godless blood.” he'd make a sinister comment, awaiting words from either half-sibling. A coolness was seen behind his bloodthirsty gaze, temptation and corruption already reeking havoc in his mind. ”Speech”

If their men are so weak that they hide instead of fight- Surely they must be if they were hiding away like @Korrin foretold. -it is no wonder the women found room and reason to step up poor dears. Garm spoke less disapproving and more disappointed. It could be argued the men were so weak maybe it was for the woman’s best interest to hold up rulership themselves? He could fathom it. Weak men bred weaker sons, so on and so forth until you get the worthless rabble ripe for disposing of. Prey almost too easy to be fun. Lions, man or woman, were not meant to live like the tortoises. It was no wonder this land and the families here were not thriving. Garm tsked and lifted a hind leg to scratch at the thin hair around his nearest ear. This world would have a guiding hand soon enough, the Druidkaar would steer them right and steer them to strength so there would be no reason to hide.

He stretched his hind leg out as it returned to the ground, a light pleasured moan slipping past his lips. He glanced towards young and boyish looking @Czernobog. Have any potential to be formed into something of use? Lesser than Druidkaar but as was Garm’s way he looked to the method of use. Children of other blood, pawns ripe for manipulation. But he waited for Korrin to offer up further information. He knew of this land the best so far. Even the babes might be too late to strengthen up and find anything to use them for.

This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Sasdism, Threats of Violence, Violence of any sort, Abuse, Foul Language, Internal monologuing of darker tendencies, Etc.

He would listen as @Czernobog spoke and the lumbering beast would shift.. a shoulder lifting and then dropping back into place. "I know little of their men. I've seen few.. There are a few prides - some ruled by a male, but I know not how many are truly.. strengthened by males. It is something we would have to find." He cast his gaze towards @Garm, the dark chuckle lifting from his lips. Ears would shift, tilting forward as his fangs bared.. daggers glistening in the poor light of the chambers.

"I have taken up residence in a pride called Wolfbron Bluffs. The.. king is a male that should be easy to overthrow. I recently fought a challenge for a rank.. I intended to bring some women to task.. To start a new harem while Laurelai is off on her mission...He is W E A K." Claws shifted, talons biting the ground beneath his feet with a barely contained snarl. "I won.. but he awarded the woman" Had he had the power to spit - he would have done so.. instead he merely slobbered with a slight mania edged rage "A rank and told me to earn the respect of the females before I could gain the rank I had fought for."

Disgust was evident in his tone as he looked to his brothers, the ripple of muscle beneath his hide giving away the intense need to shred flesh from bone. "His laws stand separate from his actions. He places a woman above a male - there are no males of rank.. In fact.. there may be one or two other males in total. An easy pride to bring to task.." His gaze turned towards the more chaotic of his siblings, his smile turning slightly more... sadistic in nature. "There is one.. a.."Rue" that saw fit to threaten me. I believe you will have great fun breaking her."

Korrin heaved a breath and focused, exhaling and forcing himself to calm before he looked to the other two males. "Wolfbron is weak..But.. perhaps.. a tactical advantage to keep them as allies. Beyond the few female lead prides.. I know little. Perhaps we could do some investigating of our own.. Travel to these prides.. Find out their laws.. Perhaps find a few females.." He had his eyes set on one twin-tailed woman in particular already. She was a fertile bitch if the heavy teats and scent of milk that had surrounded her was telling.

Bodies fill the fields I see - Hungry heroes end

Running blind through killing fields

code by corvus

♠ He felt heat like fire, his elder brother's fangs were at a glisten, his eyes roared with a wicked thought behind them. Czerno's attention on what Korrin has been saying did not sway, nor did he grimace or startle. He mirrored the smirk, allowing his features to fold into a dangerous grin. The power felt between the three of them, it was immeasurable, even with a faltering sudden small side-step to avoid @Garm's threatening posture and words. The black demon cleared his throat with a poetic tone, almost too refined for his own aura. ”Odvratno... [Disgusting]...” he gave a demonic chuckle to the quiet words, as he not dare interrupt @Korrin, wheezing and slowly emitting his deep laugh. ”This will end, our reign has only just begun.” It was close to a bold statement to say, even for a discarded male like himself to say to Druidkaar's like these two. He'd known them both since as far back as he can remember, yet that doesn't erase Czerno's ballistic defections. There was an eerie taste of amusement hidden in his sadistic smirk, his eyes turning to Korrin as he spoke of a doe with what sounded like a larger set of balls than the males who protected her. The black beast lowered his head, taking a few steps towards Korrin. Dampening his lips, pupils dilated, and a bloodthirsty expression befalling him as he grew closer, though it was hard to decipher what the thirst was for exactly. ”A toy? for little old me? Perfect... it's over for her...” he hissed, visible signs of excitement on his tense frame, tendrils of saliva occasionally dripping down if uncaught by his tongue. ”... Hopefully not quickly.” he commented on the side, glancing at Garm for a potential reaction from his brethren. ”Do we split up? Stay together?” his smirk had lessened, a more complacent but coy expression only a sociopath would wear was visible, emptiness in his hellfire colored eyes, an assassin's void stare, unfeeling and unfaltering. ”Infiltrate as a whole? The females will come willingly once we've pissed on their excuse for guardianship.” he casually let his opinion be known in a bold fashion. ”I've caught wind of pack's in the distance, but haven't infiltrated any of them.” he began, ”This information changes things.” ”Speech”

Wolfbron Bluffs. A King. A lost fight. @Korrin wove his information pointedly, emotionful and passionate as was what Garm expected of his brother. The wolfish brohter amongst them listened with baited, invested interest. He liked this part. He liked when someone was foolish enough to rile his family up. It meant fun for him was down the line, the sort he really liked where he got to meddle and find buttons to press the others might gloss over. If this ruler saw fit to rise up the losing woman over his victorious brother then what other strange choices would he, could he make? What means of respect were there besides that of strength? The ability to take did not care for kindness or morals. His castle of rightiousness would seem to be build on flimsy stilts then if this was how he ran the ship.

I motion for a split, at least me from you two. He voiced while toes curled to scrape on the ground, his hellfire orange eyes glancing up to the ceiling while his mind toyed around with ideas. Most of which would require a bit... tiptoeing. I have not yet encounted any prides, and very few lions. Is there someone adventagous you'd see me go? He glanced to @Czernobog, the younger already promised a prize in this mouthy woman Korrin encountered. Garm sought his own, a tactical positioning and purposeful placement. One that would give them the best advantage based on Korrin's picture of the land and their plan. One that would let him get his own fun in. If we should run into each other in less... private areas you should both take care to not know me. They were not the patient one here. Garm, in thoughts that were full of himself and egotistical, was. He did not need them ruining anything for him just yet...