SMILE FOR THE PICTURE ||Open, intruder?||

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt](Ooh, it seems like a very interesting creature! I'm unsure if Americanmadness here could train it, but perhaps it's a worth of trying? c: Also please do excuse my mega muse.)

Meanwhile the bulky, tall-looking wolf has been exploring the territory. It was new to his eyes and apparently his far past self hadn't explored this place yet unlike the other one before for himself to make the place recognizable for him. Although for sure his past self wouldn't dare to explore either territory anyway. Yet the male couldn't blame his past self for his timid act and the fear of whatever that could be bad had happen to him. Americanmadness stopped what he was doing when he felt something... off... It wasn't the cool breezes that would whisper to his twitching ears, seeing the shadows of the lost ones in the corner of his eyes or the calls of the flying birds that was going somewhere warmer, but then he could smell the death and blood linger in the air. As if someone just recently committed a murder. Murder. Frowning, the wolf silently as he could, dashed directly towards where he could tell the source from of the death and blood and by the time he arrived, before him, he could see the back of... What the hell was that? His eyes widened with his mind registering its appearance and stared at it. There was no fear or uneasiness in his eyes though, surprisingly. More was there... interest. Curiosity. The urge to know more about this rare-like creature. He was a reckless child-like guy and always wouldn't he regret the decision he would make without thinking the consequences behind the choice. There was million of ways of him to die, and this could be one of them. He would be lying if he said that he would fear over death. "Hey big guy," gently called out the black furred male as to get its attention rather than scaring it if he simply walked over to it. He would admit,he wouldn't want to make it angry and whatnot as he tried to make himself look friendly towards the the unusual creature as he didn't seem like those "normal" ones he would meet when trespassing.

Without hesitation did Amerianmadness took few more steps closer to it with his head held high and his soft gaze glued to it, amazed at how its' structure looked that close by the time he managed to take a last step beside him and saw a dead prey before noticing the figure of the unknown creature was still with that meaningless, Cheshire's grin. Like if it was a statue. Crazy person he was, he knew. He had done whacky shits in the past and who could tell Americanmadness that this was enough to be that crazy of him to do? "how's the food you got yourself? Bet it taste yummy as hell, no?" To what he was seeing, it looked like it has been starving for weeks, more than it would wanted to eat an entire horse to fill its' scrawny-like stomach to show how much it had been in a full desire to eat. To eat something. Americanmadness hoped the other guys wouldn't try to make it pissed off, unlike for himself who was indeed trying to make it view him as a nice guy and totally not a dessert. Sure it was a trespasser and he had to do something as to tell it to back off and all of that shit, yet something about this creature made him wanted to treat it with respect and if it was a clanmate of his own. He didn't know why, but perhaps its' way of living and such was the main reason. Probably and there was no way would he want it to go and even left with a dead Bloodclanner or so. Not just yet.

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"American, what the hell is that thing?!" came the sharp roar of Merle, racing towards the pair with a glint in his pale blue eyes. His ivory claws were unsheathed, and though the unfamiliar creature was larger than him, he wouldn't let it harm his clanmates. Black lips curling back in a snarl, the three-pawed tiger would appear beside the canine, claws digging into the sand as he glared up at Synx, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who the hell are you? If ya' ain't joining, get the hell out."

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=14][color=white]♛ all you need is[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-WnyUXX0…t8E/s100-c-k-no/photo.jpg); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]And then Penelope would appear, daintily stepping up to the duo and the newcomer, dark eyes stark and gleaming against her white fur.
The femme made to remark towards the newcomer appearance, her brow furrowed over her optics as they darted back and forth, studying the newcomer. He certainly confused her; he didn't scare her, just confused her. He reminded her of a demon- particularly one from the home of her father, one that she thought she'd never be involved with again. And, yes, this wasn't that exact demon, but it certainly reminded her of him.
Penelope closed her eyes for a few seconds and let a high-pitched sigh emanate from her lips, keeping them closed for a few more tender seconds before she snapped her optics open and offered Synx an undeniably artificial smile.
[hr][align=right][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=13pt]love and humility.
[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]He stood his current position very still with calmness as he allowed it to observe it or whatever. As long as it didn't actually try to bite him, he was cool with whatever it was doing to him. He didn't flinch at the noises of its' own kind was creating. Americanmadness was unsure if it was meant to be a warning as he was daring himself together closer to it. What was surprising to him though was it didn't respond to him. Well, it did but no words was coming out of its' mouth. Just the squawks and that was it. Perhaps it was a creature who wasn't familiar with a language of speaking English and whatnot. Perhaps its' specie has their own language that Americanmadness couldn't understand for himself. But what does it speak? Could it even speak through the squawking sounds? Many questions were bubbling inside of his head as indeed was the wolf highly interested to know more information about this alien-like stranger. Yet it wasn't the time for him to question himself and guessed an answer for it. He had to get this over with before anyone else would make a possibly stupid choice right now. "...Not a talkative one, huh?" quietly said Americanmadness towards the stranger, trying his best not to back away from its' horrific smell of death coming from its' mouth as he was still staying motionless with the words coming into the audible.

He was about to speak again to reassure the creature that everything was going to be alright as anyway, only then he heard half of his name called from - 'Oh fucking no.' Ohhh, why now? Things just happened out of sudden to his eyes when he saw the three pawed tiger with his claws unsheathed and spotting the female nearby, instead of answering Merle's question, he let out a small shout through his gritted teeth as its high pitched scream went straight to his ears and watched it claim to the closest tree ahead. Oh no, oh no, oh no. "Whoa, whoa, dude, chill! Not as in Netflix and chill thing, ewe, don't. But it isn't the usual trespassers we would see everyday... I don't think it's a good idea to try to make it angry... I also don't think it even knows what we're saying. Let alone it knowing anything with the whole trespassing thing." 'If it did know, for sure it would be that smart enough to trespass our territory. It was probably naive enough to understand our clan style.' added Americanmadness silently to his head. "I... Let me take care of this, okay? I know what to do and I'm sure as hell that everything was just fine until you shown up with your hostile, Gramps. Trust me." In the end did Americanmadness' narrowed his eyes with an aggressive tone in the end at his sentence before he would turn himself over to look at the creature with his eyes filled with pleads and desperation as to tell it that it wasn't what it would think it was.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt]As it didn't seem to react to his body language, once more does he took few steps closer to the tree and lowered his head as he gently bit the lower lip at the strange clicking noises it was making at the moment. Now what does that supposed to mean? Poor... guy. Ah, he doesn't know, but he was positive that the term "thing" wasn't really nice to describe someone. Like was Merle was calling it a thing as if it was an object or something. He honesty wouldn't like it if someone called him a thing. But anyway, just looking at it made him feel sorry for it. It was probably scared. Confused. Unaware on what was going on in the "normal" ones' perspective. It was a surprise though that wasn't it even bother to attack them now that he realized it. Only it was there... Just there at the tree branch. "H-hey... Big guy, it's okay." Even though he knew that the humanoid creature wouldn't know what he was saying, not a single word from him, but he was at least trying to get its' attention. Only on him, hopefully. He became aware at how it was beginning to shake as it no longer was making the same sounds anymore, remaining silent then.

Americanmadness frowned. He was frustrated that he doesn't know how to deal with this. Especially after Merle had to ruin it. But he couldn't blame him. Whatever this alien was does seemed like a huge threat to them, especially it was trespassing. But what if they were the biggest threat to it? Clearly it was outnumbered by them and despite how large and intelligent-looking this beast was, it was more likely that it doesn't meant to be harm to them now, was it? "It's okay..." softly repeated the black furred male. He held on to his breath and he took a seat close to the tree the white creature was and like before, he remained still with his soft gaze only glued to it afterwards. It was starting to annoy to him to see it continuing on with the shaking. Like what was the reason behind it for it to be shaking? In the corner of his eyes, Americanmadness spotted a dead prey close to where he was and sniffled. Was it hungry? The prey was still fresh and it hasn't been eaten just yet after it caught it. Possibly... Narrowing his eyes, he glanced slowly at the creature and in a quick motion, Americanmadness took the prey before he would place it in front of him and was simply there, staring at it like if he was a statue. That was it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify].. What?

It wouldn't be surprising if she somehow managed to ruin this process, as well. Being the defensive and stubborn female she was, this whole sight had an impulse throbbing in her veins, burning.

"Why did you feed it?"

The question was asked simply as the fawn colored wolf approached, baby blue eyes momentarily flickering towards the Synx, cautious. "I don't know what it is, but it's trespassing either way." She wasn't being all that careful with her word choice or tone, but seeing as the creature didn't seem to understand, the leader figured she'd be fine. There was this overwhelming urge to attack crawling up on her, but she was wary, and she was concerned that maybe the Synx would feel like attacking back. Sola couldn't deal with that right now, and so she lingered, her overprotective nature the main reason for her staying.