[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]if nero wanted blood silentviolence would work hard to spill it. he held no qualms about gory battles, and whilst he didn't exactly hunger for them, when and if one came he would be a feral and unstoppable force.
the mute wolf approached the younger with a nod of his head, plumed tail sweeping and a warm smile on his maw. the tiger wasn't a bad lad, really - silent had grown quite attached to him already.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he nodded with approval at both of them, an appreciative expression on his face as he looked to peachpaw, and then he turned back to nero- once more he gestured to the uncooked prey, offering up the variety he had caught.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence also approached, head tilting.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]it still sounded fun, either way; silentviolence nodded eagerly, tail flicking.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he turned his head at the sound of a voice, and his tongue began to loll as a goofy and friendly expression took over his face. though with seven months difference between them, silentviolence was still not yet a yearling, and therefore not fully matured. the wolf gave a nod of his head in response, faint amusement glinting in his eyes. he was, very much so, but now with another around he could perhaps abolish the boredom for the day. yes, very much so. he tipped his cranium, wondering how nero knew his name but then remembering that the guy was a deputy and therefore had to be good at simple things, such as name guessing.
the white canine then shifted into a playful position, wondering if the other was in the mood for a game.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silent would've chuckled but he couldn't, so he merely widened his grin and stepped forward to pluck a featherless seagull from the mix. he studied it closely, then inched to the flames, holding the corpse over them and straining to keep it in one position. it would take a few minutes, for when the outer skin was a light brown, and only then would the wolf deem it as cooked. for now though, he'd have to wait, keeping his neck at an awkward angle.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he watched as nero slipped out of - then back into - his reverie and promptly flopped into a laying position at the tiger's feet, his posture catlike and only remotely tensed as he listened out for anyone else's approach. seeing as he couldn't speak and the younger hadn't, there was nothing for silentviolence to do, so he dozed, now daydreaming himself, though about the old lands.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]his tongue lolled from between his clasped jaws and silent glanced to kleff with an affectionate grin, shrugging his shoulders and then tilting his head upwards to gesture with his muzzle to the sun. it had been a natural occurrence, he'd just fed it until it had grown into something bigger, something better. he was glad others liked it.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence also padded over, a small smile on his maw. he couldn't quite speak, but he wagged his tail, the only manner of congratulations he could offer.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]though they had all silently chosen the speaking option, silentviolence approached only because of the word charades - and because of the people, of course - even if he didn't show it. the white wolf sat a respectful distance away and nodded his head in greeting, tail wagging back and forth.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]a friendly smile lacing his mute lips, the wolf padded over, nodding his head to those there and casting a sympathetic glance to nero momentarily. like the others he'd never seen this serval before, but then again, that was what meet and greets were for. he himself had never held one - what would he do in one, sit and nod at people? - but they were still useful, and he didn't hate them in the slightest.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he was late, but hey, he wanted to play. silentviolence silently hopped into the game, tail wagging. this seemed interesting.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence cast nero a sympathetic glance as he approached - he wouldn't have minded getting sick for the little guy - but joined the patrol anyway, gaze darting back and forth amongst those there curiously as he listened to them speak.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence didn't like the look of this, nero looked horrific. the white wolf padded over and lay beside the tiger, wanting to push his muzzle against the younger male. he had no qualms about disease, he wasn't bothered about it in the slightest and wasn't as cautious as the others when it came to illness - because it could be treated at the end of the day, unless it was something really bad. if it was a morning thing, the canine doubted it could be code red.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence jerked back as his seagull caught on fire, and stamped out the flames before studying it with a somewhat sheepish gaze. except for a burnt end of the wing it had cooked nicely, so, biting off the black bit the wolf offered it up to everyone, tail wagging.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silent saw echo roll a rock and chased the rock down, picking it up in his jaws gingerly before returning it to the turtle. he gestured to one of the male's flippers then made a sort of forwards diagonal movement with his paw, before nudging the rock he had onto said flipper. maybe he could toss it like a pancake, though forwards and upwards rather than just upwards. if it worked, as awkward as it was, it meant the little guy could join in.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he threw back his head as if he made to howl mournfully but of course nothing escaped his lips, so when silentviolence stumbled over he simply slumped beside the corpse of moose and stared with glazed, grief filled eyes at the largely fluffy male. he hadn't known this individual well but they had been a clanmate, and that was enough to send the wolf into grieving. rest in peace, he thought helplessly, clenching his jaws.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]the wolf trotted over on nimble paws, sliding into a neat sitting position and tipping his cranium in greeting to the two. he'd seen both around a bit and decided they were both nice enough, leading to silentviolence viewing them as friends (hopefully) without them ever properly meeting.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]next to approach was silentviolence, happy to see another white wolf about the clan. he had never formally met rosencrantz, and was determined to change that, so padded over, smiling before taking a seat.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he held his ground quite determinedly as the knife cut open a ragged wound on his chest and he watched with silent perseverance as the blood dripped out onto a carefully marked stone at his paws. pain spliced through the old scar as it was reopened and he bit down on his lip, before his face melded into some kind of rage and in the shadows of twilight all that could be seen was his hate filled, electric blue eyes.
神は私を許して。私は罪を犯しました。 he thought to himself, ears pinning to his skull as he bled out - not that he was dying, this was a most regular routine. silentviolence then nodded to the dark form with the dagger and it clattered its teeth before disappearing into the blackness of the approaching night, leaving him alone.
( uwu sorry for the bad post )
