Posts by Wolfgate.

"Charon was removed from his post." Wolfgate began crisply. "Ao Shin has replaced him. Macklemore has been demoted and Shanghais are now full high positions. Lady Avorio was made a Lady. Fitz and Porie were made Shanghais." the smoke tortoiseshell flexed his claws and motioned towards the snowshoe. "Jacksparrow, this is Shanghai Fitz. Fitz, this is Jacksparrow."

A wiry smoke tortoiseshell who smelled strongly of pine trees strode briskly towards the Blackheart Rogue's border, his steps lilted slightly due to his bad leg. Wolfgate was here on official, diplomatic matters, and he was going to try to be as polite as he possibly could due to the importance of this subject - out of character for the gruff soldier. He might be callous at times, but he knew when to be a gentleman. Morphing his scent to that of his home Clan - Skulls - he cleared his throat and called courteously, "Excuse me? Anyone here?"

Wolfgate stared at the sightless student as she approached him, a guttural sound rolling from her throat. The snarled inquiry was not something he took lightly to; he glanced down at his paws and gritted his teeth so hard he thought he might have chipped one. Seriously? He tried to be polite - he didn't even cross the blasted border - and he was still snapped at. Smiling in a forced manner, the smoke tortoiseshell raised his head and answered her second question in as polite a tone as he could manage while every part of him wanted to pound Skypaw to a pulp. "I'm here to speak with your upper management."

How on earth was Captain Ao Shin so cheerful all the time?

"They were assets. It is a shame to see them go." Wolfgate swished his tail solemnly, though was unable to concoct genuine sadness - he had loathed Macklemore.

"Something I buried a long time ago." answered Wolfgate, continuing his digging with fervent gusto.

"There is only one captain around here." Wolfgate's voice was rather cold as he limped up, eyes narrow.

The intense stare of Wintersoldier neither impressed nor intimidated Wolfgate. The soldier cast the younger female an amused look before flicking his appraising green gaze onto Balaur, tail swishing. He was not sure if the bird was calling his Clanmate an unpleasant name out of temper at him, at her, or if it was simply in his nature. Regardless, he lifted his head and spoke respectfully. "I apologize. My name is Wolfgate. I need to speak with your leaders."

"If you have no intention of joining, get out." Wolfgate bared his fangs to show that he was not messing about.

Wolfgate cast an eye over the group and decided that it was sizable enough - any others would be able to catch up. "There will be several rounds." began the multicolored crew member with a purposeful tail flick. "The first round will be a battle royal kind of thing - no alliances allowed. I will be critiquing you all after - once you have received your review, you will pair up and practice what you lack in. Now, go!" the smoke tortoiseshell boomed, grinning slightly, and sat back, green eyes alert.

Wolfgate waited for someone to try their luck fighting him.

"Do you remember where everything is or would you like a refresher tour?" prompted Wolfgate.

"Eat?" suggested Wolfgate, settling down with a fat rabbit and looking eager to begin his feast.

"You have good taste." grunted Wolfgate to James, looking rather solemn - he then turned and stared at Swanpaw. "Who's next?"

Wolfgate finally seemed to find what he'd been looking for. The multicolored crew member stuck his head in the hole and sank his teeth into something with. A grunt of effort preceded the revealing of a bundle of rags, in which whatever he had been so hungry to find was apparently wrapped. It was a tarnished medal, American military in origin, and a human well-versed in this topic would recognize it as a DSSM. "I buried this a long time ago." he murmured, stroking the silver metal. "I'm just glad it didn't rust...that's why I buried it in the sand." the tortie gently flicked the rag over the DSSM and scooped it up, hurrying away without a word.

"I do." Wolfgate replied quietly, bounding with ease up several crates and landing neatly on a post. "Where did you learn to climb with that agility? Dogs your size generally are sort of battering ram-y, as opposed to stealthy." the tortie titled his head while waiting for a reply.

Wolfgate had not been expecting such an in-depth answer and was rather horrified by it. The variegated tom flexed his claws and took several minutes to formulate a response. "I'm sorry you had to endure that. Boys shouldn't have to."

Wolfgate had chosen his question carefully. In his opinion, those who picked being disabled were more untrained and - dare he suggest it - unintelligent than those who chose to switch genders. It showed pridefulness and arrogance, actually caring about your physical sex. It would not do, no..."Garett." the soldier spoke sharply, fixing his eyes on the dog. "Do you have a mentor?"

Wolfgate was in the midst of tracking a shrew - his lean body was low to the ground and his steps surprisingly agile, given the fact that he limped.

"I'd love to fight you, m'lady." Wolfgate meowed thoughtfully.

The red-winged blackbird seemed affronted. It chirped angrily at Garett before replying. "In any way he wishes, pest!"
Wolfgate smacked the winged pest as a kind of reproach. "First thing? Don't be rude to my skullmates."