let's play a game, dangerous OPEN

[sylvester]

Sylvester quietly slipped between the thick plants that made up the underbrush of his home. In the months of him being Don of the Mafia, he had learned had to move about the confusing jungle with ease. It was almost second nature to him. His pack was self sustainable, not needing his guidance to carry on. Plus, he had Flynn. Flynn was a good member and like a Beta to the pack. No, he did not need to be around all the time. So, with his free time he would stealthily slink around his land, memorizing as while as watching for any disturbances.

On this fine morning he ran across the trail of another wolf. A wicked grin curled his lips, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. It had been awhile since he had been able to taste the sweet blood of his kin. The disappearances of many wolves probably did not go unnoticed to the world outside the jungle, and wolves had started talking about want dangers lurked in their bowls. What they probably didn't know, or would never guess, was the reason that so many wolves disappeared was because they were being eaten by the Mafia.

He followed the trail for some time. Waiting for an opportunity to ambush the poor wolf on the other side of the scent trail. Then he heard her voice. He smiled and thought that it would be much more fun to play with her before he made her his snack, so he jumped out from hiding, and walked around her so that he was in front of her.

"Yes my dear. What exactly are you doing here in my lands?"

[Luke]

iF ANYTHiNG, HE WAS STARTLED.
He'd been ambling around absently mumbling to himself, producing a qualitative list of the environment's characteristics and mentally noting every remember-able aspect of the area. It was a nice, cool place, the jungle; he liked the pleasant warmth the canopy kept insulated. He was so indulged in his senses that he became vulnerable, neglecting to be cautious and therefore jolting at the sight and sound of something new - or someone. A peculiar wolf stood before him, a smile set on across its features, a smile.. that said ulterior motives.

Naturally Lukas' stared into this stranger's yearning eyes, more curious than intimidated by the Lupus' spontaneous actions. And the title he'd labeled him with.. was he really that feminine as to be mistaken for a female? Perhaps he did smell like fruits and flowers.. but nevertheless, with a voice prim and soft, he spoke hesitantly to Sylvester.

"... 'Dear'..?"

ooc;; I do apologize! I didn't know if
'dangerous' was part of the title or you'd
invited someone of that name to play the "her"
role here. I thought it'd be all fun and dandy
to put Lukas there, though. Hope you don't mind~

[sylvester]

ooc: Oh! I remember this. Someone created this thread, and i replied, but later the deleted their post. Buhaha. Okay I just got your pm because i haven't logged on in awhile. But i'll reply, just have time right now.