WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING||Negan needed, power surge and protest

just breathe

He had heard it all, and he was not happy. The munchkin was bristling with anger as he headed to his workplace, which he had fixed up to the point where not even his father could see through the windows. With this fact he sat at his desk and began his plan. It was with blooded paws and a freshly killed mouse made inkwell that he wrote his note.

Dear N,
It is with great distaste I find myself writing to you. You have since become the so called 'leader' of my home and birthland and made some questionable changes. It is essential I speak to you alone. Bring no guards, no weapons and I will do the same. The highest peak of the mountain sides, exactly two hours before sunset in three days time.
Signed,
P.S.

The male slipped the note underneath the older Windclanner's door, walking away and covering his scent with burning sage. He did not give the canine a choice, he did not deserve one with how he acted a few hours prior. So Pluto spent his waiting days in his workplace, eating, thinking over his words and practicing chemical poisons.

// @"N"

just breathe

//this is perfect actually

Pluto had been there waiting behind a rock ledge he liked to watch the sky from. He had been waiting all day out of boredom and lack of work ethic. He could smell the male before he reached the top, metal, leather and a hint of blood. The blood was faint but with those fangs the canine was most obviously a blood sucker. Not that Pluto minded that, he had no discrimination against species. What he minded was Negan's thoughts on how their home should be run, moreover, how he acted upon them.

"How kind of you to agree to my terms Mr. Negan. It will seem I'll have to use your first name rather than your family name as you seem to lack one at the moment but no matter, I hold no judgement on how you decide to be named." The munchkin padded down to a point where he would be eye level with his opponent, his gait undramatic and quite casual. He fixed his iconic blue scarf a little before continuing. "I am Pluto Amidala Skywalker, second youngest son of Darth Vader and Padme Amidala. Now you've probably come here for comedy yes? I can see by your casual posture, how you hold yourself like you own the place. Yet there is doubt within your stance. You feel threatened by someone don't you? I can see by your ears, how they catch at every sound. I can tell by your paws, poised to jump into action at every wavering moment. Yet to a non observant person you would look calm, like you were heading out with friends to a pub after a good raid or watching the kids play a game of mossball or capture the flag."

His voice was calm, wisdom beyond his years. Pluto liked to analyze, he liked to figure out everything. His eyes were emotionless, his face placid. To those who knew him well unlike Negan, people like Vader, Alice and the Hacksaw family, would know that this was his gaming face. The face he used when they were playing Monopoly or Jenga. To Negan this face would appear vacant, like this meeting meant nothing to him.

"I assume you have a faint idea of why I called you here today?"

just breathe

"Good, now let's begin." His eyes were dull blue in nature at the moment but he could feel his skin crackle as the demon padded over. He had never known the true Victorian, only this bitch who belonged in the Exiles with all the other fucked up beings to be burned. There was a glitch like twitch as he thought about this, not purposeful, rather uncontrollable.

"You see Negan, there's only one thing that makes me angry and that's when people threaten my family. Inadvertently or purposefully I don't care. Remembering your little drawl a few days ago you seem to not like that idea either, then again most wouldn't if they cared about someone." The sun began to set, unruly clouds toiling in. Powers often surged through untrained hosts when their emotions got out of hand. Pluto had a calm disposition, barely ever getting any strong emotions but now? Now anger and malice seared his blood, guided his thoughts and clouded his eyes, but no one would know. He didn't know that his anger was what was calling the lightning storm in, that the power he inherited from his father was getting out of control.

"We do not need your so called 'leadership' if we did we would have asked for it. Do you see people coming in storms to rake through our lands and reap our comrades? Because I sure don't. If you want to lead a group take your followers and go lead the goddamn Exiles. I'm sure they would just love another bloody tyrant." He didn't think his statement was all that, he knew his opponent would retaliate or laugh it off. Clouds began to turn the light to pitch black shadows, thunder roaring and lightning cackling. One just so happened to strike near Victorian and Negan, but not close enough to hit. What Pluto didn't know was what drew his mind to the mountain.

The higher the peak, the closer to the sky.