Wait... [Skoll] Tor?

[°Crow°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/crownewcopy.png,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,750,true][atrb=border,0,true]	[scrolly:h(3),w(30),sy][/scrolly]	[scrolly:h(220),w(420),sy] The large Yagi sighed, the rest of the circus stopped near the border before their first performance. They awaited someone from the accord to call them forth. Crow began to become bored waiting for someone to do so, he figured maybe... while they had some time... he should make up with tor. Yeah, it would be nice to have a friend to confide in again and to cuddle up with at night. Would she want to even be that close anymore though? Wasn't that something mates did? Maybe Crow was putting too much thought into it. Or maybe he was being logical for once? Either way, he wanted to make it up to her somehow... why not now while they had nothing better to do? He turned around and searched for her nearby. Surely said pale green cael was around somewhere? "Tor..." He whispered under his breath. Crow glanced around and carefully wandered near the accord's borders, he didn't want to accidentally scare her unexpectantly. Tor? Where are you? I... I want to talk to you about something... please. He felt his heart lurch, was she avoiding him now? How much longer would he have to feel regret for something he wasn't sure how to fix or how it made a muck of their relationship? Crow listened carefully to his surroundings and let his head and haunches fall, taking a hunting stance. Off in the distance a bush rustled... he only hoped it was not a predator or unsuspected member of the nearby pack.[/scrolly]

[[ sköll ]]

Though Skoll's good moods rarely boded well for anyone, at the very least it could be said that his exuberant pranks weren't life-threatening.

Most of the time.

His smile was face-splitting and toothy as he stepped lightly through the undergrowth, twining dappled sunlight about him and matching his pelt to the pattern of foliage. He snapped up tiny animals and insects as he went -- useless, insignificant things that fell under his leeching touch. Almost as worthless as those other breeds to wolf -- save perhaps the Sennyo, long-lived but frail and stupid -- pacing the earth with such fervor and intent, dropping like gnats as the years rolled on. Feckless, wilting gadflies... and all to be used for Skoll's enjoyment.

Giggling to himself -- high and unhinged -- he slunk yet further through the strange territory.... and his death-pale gaze fell upon Crow.

He froze, smile fading, and rummaged through his memories of the past year -- he recognized this Yagi; had seen him wandering about somewhere. Scowling, he watched the brute pace for several minutes before it came to him: The "circus". He was tied to that sad excuse for a pack -- Skoll had seen him with a turquoise-pelted Cael.

Oh, oh yes. This could be most fun, he thought to himself, straightening up and letting soft light seep from his pelt. He mixed the wavelengths carefully, mimicking the hue he'd seen on the female that was no doubt close to Crow. He did not know her name, but he was expert at copying appearance and voice -- and if he stayed far enough away, perhaps, the Yagi would not catch the difference in scent.

And if he did, well, that could be fun as well.

Voice pitched high, he snuck out of the bushes and called to Crow: "And what are you doing out here?" It seemed like a good thing to ask -- generic, with a calm enough delivery. It might be taken positively or negatively, and Skoll was happy to let Crow take it whatever way he wished.

He enjoyed imitating others, especially on the fly: It gave him such a rush, akin to what others gasconaded as the "joy of the hunt". Skoll certainly enjoyed a good hunt, but for different reasons: The thrill of power and control over lesser beings... But this, playing at being another, this was... fun, pure and joyous.