Back... Again

[ardemu]

An angry snarl rippled past the yellow-stained brute as Ardemu watched the rabbit hop away. "Run... Run as if you have a chance," he murmured darkly, narrowing his yellow orbs as he watched each bounce in the rabbit's pattern. His lips were cracked and dry; they craved the flavorful blood that prey and victims could quench. He needed this... He really did.

A single strand of drool rushed down his maw as his lip curled back, revealing nastily stained canines, covered with chips and streaks from the struggles of his comrads. A wicked smile curved across his maw as his muscles flexed, preparing his leap towards the unsuspecting rabbit. The brute's firmly toned, age-strengthened body had been prepared for anything... "DIE!" he roared, snapping his deathly jaws around the rabbit's neck. He cackled wickedly as he listened to the scream of the rabbit; the only noise that a rabbit would ever make. It would sicken most to hear his gleeful chants and spooky growls. He tore the prey's body to bits, spreading the entrails across the ground and crushing the bones. He engulfed the flesh, swallowing large chunks without a glimmer or remorse.

"No one escapes my fangs..." Ardemu's dark eye, filled with rage and hatred, whipped across the land. The cracked ground, obviously affected by the human's wrath, made a wonderful home for such a brute. It was dark, spooky, and filled with death and evil. One day... One day I will dominate these lands. The wolves of these packs will fall at my paws. He licked his chops eagerly, loving the taste of the rabbit's blood rushing down his throat.

There would be time to plot his takeover... Eventually. Now, he would need to build a foundation. Followers would be a must. Sure, he'd destroyed his last bunch, but that had not been his decision. Blood rage had taken him over, and he didn't control his own mind. There was much to be figured out in his mind, but Ardemu would take the time. This land just screamed for conquest; who would really stand in his way? The brute had never lost a fight against his band members. He had never hesitated to kill. What would make slaughtering his pack mates any different? He grinned a toothy, wicked grin. These thoughts... They were what fueled his actions. There would be no evil without the reminder of his past deeds. He would...

---

Ardemu regained control of his own body. He glanced around, looking at the rabbit's body before him and tasting the blood on his fur. So, it had happened again. Nothing too bad this time, he thought, scratching his ear in amusement. This had been the first time in weeks that it had happened; his blackouts had spaced themselves out more after his slaughter of the bandits. He would tolerate them, however. It wasn't as if he felt any remorse for his actions after these bouts that he lost control. He would always just... speed up what was eminent. Everything would've happened in time. He just quickened the process.

A strange chuckle erupted from Ardemu's maw; he did not regret his actions at all. A dark reign would likely gather in this land. He was going to be sure of it. Whether more wolves were harmed in the process... What did he care? There was no mercy, no love, and definitely no friends. Everyone was an enemy. No one was on his side. No one...

[ardemu]

Ardemu yawned, basking in the beautiful weather. He rolled over, exposing the soft, similarly yellow-stained fur of his underbelly to be warmed in the sun. A smirk spread across the brute's face. To any other wolf that would see him, it woud appear as if he was a simple loner, basking in the sun's rays. Truth be told, however, he sought for the clouds to swirl in the sky, disrupting the flow of life. He wished for lighting to strike and the earth beneath their paws to tremble. He wanted the clouds to swell with tears of blood that dripped angrily to the cracking, gnarled ground below as he howled words of encouragement to the sky. He willed this upon all of his kind, including himself. Such weather was friendly to his dark heart; the sun was merely the essence of all that was good. It was occasionally nice to be in the presence of such a thing, but nothing felt better than turning back to the dark and feeling the cold grasps of evil around him once more...

An evil cackle burst from between the wolf's stained canines as he rolled frantically in the light. This was what he always wished for; soon, he would seek his own dark followers to wreek havoc on the packs of the land. Anyone who would dare to betray him... Punishable by death. Anyone who felt the need to stand in his way... He'd find the most painful, heart-wrenching way to kill them from the inside out; or worse. Take out everything they knew and loved and leave them alive; alone... ; With nothing in the world to care about.

Yes, there were definitely problems inside the brute's head. Nothing mental; merely the upbringing of such a brute. He was perfectly aware of his actions and the consequences. The only difference was his lack of caring and the lack of reasoning. There were no given reasons for how he lived other than a pure desire to cause pain and destroy others. The glimmer of love and peace that his mother held may very well have been buried deep inside his heart all these years. However, he had never been able to reach it. It was locked away, deep inside him where he had never tried to reach. He had never sought forgiveness or companionship; what could he possibly achieve with mercy? Only those who were merciless in their actions succeeded. Only those who stepped on all the little things in their way triumphed. And so this was how Ardemu looked at the world; with a distorted, yet still realistic, outlook on all that could be achieved and all that had been achieved.

[nahuel]

Nahuel was back.
Well, actually, the black wolf had never been gone. He hadn't even left his pack's territory..and yesterday, he'd spoken to every wolf he knew. As far as anyone else could tell, Nahuel had never left.
He had, though. Mentally, spiritually..even as he ran with the pack, Nahuel was thinking of other things. Most of these were of packs and mates, things he always had cared about.
After a while, however, Nahuel turned his mind to other matters - namely, what he would do now. Since leaving his old family, he'd had little to do with himself aside from what wolves usually did. Hunting and patrolling was his life now. Nahuel thought he was happy with it.
That had changed fairly quickly. Nahuel went on a walk outside the territory, along the burnt areas left by the humans. He'd found that the lands weren't just well-cooked..they were also devoid of any law.
Law. That was his mantra now. Nahuel had saved a small she-wolf from a larger, angry loner. The loner wasn't dead, but definitely wouldn't be messing with others for a while now. And Nahuel had found the purpose he'd been looking for. Law and order, what seperated wolf of a pack from savage loner. Nahuel meant to bring his new virtue..his god..to the land. In fact, he'd sworn to after keeping the she-wolf from being slain, while the blood of his enemy was still on his claws. That was binding; his will and honor could only be bent to that.
He wasn't just Nahuel of Aldagar anymore, he was Nahuel, the Crusader.

Sun shone down on the black wolf as he trotted over the wastelands, baking his dark fur as he went. Nahuel wasn't really going anywhere, just wandering. He'd taken a short leave of absence from the Aldagar pack to check out the island.
One had to know about the area they were protecting, after all. It wouldn't do to have no idea where anything was.

These wastelands, though..Nahuel didn't care for them. It was too dry here, very well-cooked. Dust rose under each of his pawsteps, billowed lightly in the sun, then fell again. Anyone could track him over this place, following his clear pawprints.
He paused, coming across another set of prints. This was another wolf, perhaps a he like himself...not running, just walking along. Nahuel paused, studied them for a second, and changed course to follow.
Soon he came to a place where they paused and moved around..there were rabbit prints, too, beside a scrubby bush. The wolf marks here were much fresher than before, and continued on a wavering pattern over a slight rise.
Nahuel sniffed the air cautiously..it smelled odd, of sickness or something. A slight doubt ran through his mind - perhaps he didn't want to meet whoever this wolf was after all. He frowned slightly, tail slowly moving back and forth, then raised his head and tail and kept going.

He stopped just before reaching the rise and crouched down, hiding behind another small bush.
There was a he-wolf below, lying on the ground. It was yellowish on the belly, and smelled rather..strange. Nahuel glanced to one side as he thought about this, then decided it didn't matter. The other wolf wasn't from a pack. Perhaps, with all the time he spent around Aldagar wolves, he now thought those not in his pack smelled bad.
His amber eyes returned to the other as the wolf below let out a cackle. Nahuel licked his lips, suddenly concerned that the other might be insane. Or a witch, perhaps..he'd heard of them. Witches made similar sounds.
Nahuel decided he might as well find out. Witches were evil; he was against evil and chaos. And, as he watched the he below him, this wolf was most definitely chaotic.
The black wolf stood and paced down the rise to the other, tail and head held high as always...although not, maybe, as high as usual. Nahuel wanted to keep this wolf directly in his line of sight.
"Ho." His voice was hoarse from misuse, but still as direct as ever. The tone wasn't challenging, but was very far from being friendly and open.
"Who are you?"

OOC: Complete, 747 words. Return of Nahuel. Also, maybe a mortal enemy for Ardemu. Heh.

[ardemu]

As the dark brute fumbled around the test site, he grew more and more accustomed with his surroundings. It was not like him to stick to one area, but in these lands where most of the terra was pack lands, he could not risk venturing far. Sure, he was stronger than any other wolf he'd ever met, but he wasn't stupid. Slightly detatched from reality at times, but definately not stupid. He marked the land as his own terra, a devilish smirk upon his lips. It would likely ward off any intruders; he couldn't risk having other wolves snooping around here. At least, not until he got things organized; gathering followers, devising evil plots... The whole deal. Soon... Soon I will be the one in charge around here. Those foolish wolves won't live long enough to see the light, he thought excitedly. There was so much evil he wished to see; there was plenty of time for him to do it as well. Suddnely, Ardemu felt as if he lost contact with reality...

---

The brute's large orbs flickered open once more as he stared across the cracked, destrought land. He licked his lips anxiously, the sudden lust for blood coarsing through his veins. There was no self-restraint; he would get what he wanted, no matter the price. There was nothing that could stop him. "So, this land wishes to challenge me," he murmured, his dark heart pounding anxiously. He stared straight up at the sky, screaming, "Give me your best!" With a strangled smirk, he continued, "Whatever you call your best... I will tear it to shreds and leave it to bleed and die at my paws. Your best is not good enough for me!" He laughed like a maniac, his hollow, strangled sense of joy echoing.

"Who are you?" Ardemu's nostrils flared, sensing the intruder mere moments before he spoke. Who dares tread on my terra?! he thought, whirling around with a snarl. He glared at the brute, assuming an extremely dominantly posture and cackling. "Me? Who am I?" he spoke dangerously, the words slipping past his lips slowly as he watched each movement of the brute's body. A younger wolf than himself, but no easy target. This wolf... He was well built. However, in his current state, Ardemu would have no problem taking him down. "I don't believe that is the question to be asked," he snarled. He'd give this brute a false sense of securty. Yes, he would be cunning; something that he usually lacked in this state. "I am Exodus, alpha of the Salen pack," he lied convincingly. He'd heard the howls of the alpha brute, claiming the territory and calling to the wolves of the land. As long as he didn't howl and this brute was unfamiliar with Exodus, there would be no problem. Besides, Ardemu smelled no trance of Acerbus on the brute; he had come from one of the other lands.

"So, what brings you to this land?" He asked calmly, threatening to break down and attack at any instant. He was not one to exhibit much self-control. It would be only a few more seconds until he could not contain himself any longer and struck out at this brute. Was it really his fault? He did not control his actions in such a time; he could use it to his advantage, as this state was one that he had never been able to control. He remembered all of it, of course; the less-provoked portion of his mind was resting right now, simply watching with amusement as the more violent portion struggled with self-control.

Unable to sit still any longer, Ardemu slowly padded over towards the brute, masking any signs of violent until he was right in front of him. "I'd love to ask the name of the brute that I am acquainting myself with," he stated simply, his eyes flickering over to the crevice in the ground near the center of the test site. If anything went wrong, he could always take cover there. "But I'm afraid....-" he cut himself off as rage flashed through his eyes, and he lunged at the brute, claws and teeth ready to strike as he snarled viciously.

[nahuel]

Nahuel frowned at the wolf before him..he wasn't confused, but still had a sort of 'what on earth is this?' feeling in his fur. The other one laughed and talked to himself, yelling to the sky, before turning to him.
"I am Exodus, alpha of the Salen pack,"
"Exodus?" Nahuel studied the brown wolf for a moment and sniffed the air lightly. This one didn't smell at all like a Salen wolf, and Nahuel had met several before now. Maybe the Salen had changed their territories to somewhere extremely dirty and slimy, but Nahuel doubted it.
And besides..
"I believe Exodus of Salen is black. You are most definitely brown." Nahuel didn't know for sure, of course, but he'd heard that the Salen alpha was 'black as night, with rune of silver.' This he-wolf was brown and yellow. He didn't bother to say it though, since the other wolf was already moving on. Besides, there was a chance that this one really thought he was Exodus and might attempt to tear Nahuel to shreds if he suggested otherwise. That would be a problem.
"So, what brings you to this land?"
"Just looking." Nahuel didn't give the whole truth, but he didn't lie either. Telling this brown he-wolf that, actually, he was here looking for bad guys to detain and put out of action..well, Nahuel didn't think that would go over well. The other seemed to be steadily growing angrier, which meant also preparing for a fight.

The black wolf's hackles rose suddenly as the brown he-wolf stood and walked toward him. There was no sign of aggression in the other's posture, aside from the dominant posture he was taking..but Nahuel was looking right into the wolf's eyes.
He didn't like what he saw.
I'd love to ask the name of the brute that I am acquainting myself with,"
"Yeah, me too. Afraid I must be going.."
Nahuel backed away quickly, fear flickering in his eyes. This wasn't going well at all, but it was already too late to stop. The brown wolf sprang.
Nahuel fell and rolled to one side quickly, his fear abruptly gone as another fight began. He righted himself and continued backing away, amber eyes fixed on the brown wolf. He didn't want to fight this one..in fact, Nahuel had only been planning to ask for directions, not to do anything to the other.

[ardemu]

Ardemu felt himself bounce off the other wolf with a hint of satisfaction. His paws slammed against the ground as he watched the other wolf roll. Ah, a weak one, this is, he thought, a toothy, wicked grin curving across his maw as he watched the other wolf backing away once more. He had seen the fear in Nahuel's eyes; a true sign of weakness. Learn not to fear, and you learn how to live a true life, he thought, snorting with indignation. So, this other brute thought he could get away from him? He laughed deeply, his threat to do wrong evident in his voice. "Hmmm... Running away. A true sign of strength," he sneered. He felt the need to taunt this brute relentlessly, but he had only one true goal. Very few wolves had escaped a confrontation with him alive...

So, this brute was going to try to get away? Ardemu snorted again, smiling at the other brute as he slowly padded towards him. He would show him that it was not wise to confront a brute like himself; perhaps, if he lived, it would be a lesson he would carry throughout his entire life. "I don't think that's... smart," he mocked, a deep snarl hidden beneath his irritated tone. He was angered that his first strike had not drawn blood; or if it had, the black of the brute's coat hid it well. He cantered towards the brute, circling him once to prove that he was not at all afraid. "Fear is weakness," he hissed into the brute's ear, dragging a paw along his side as if to tease him. He was going to have fun with this brute; destroying his ego and killing any glimmer of hope inside of him would be a worthwhile task.

As Ardemu backed away, careful not to leave himself open at any moment, He dropped on his haunches and stared at Nahuel with a toothy grin. So far, Nahuel had not done anything that gave Ardemu any reason to fear him. He was quite amused by the lack of valor or determination that the brute had shown. He was not easily impressed; so far, this brute was not impressing at all. To Ardemu, he was lower than low. Another pack wolf... Another target. With dark, soul-empty eyes locked on his target, he slowly rose once more, taunting Nahuel. "Fear... It radiates from you." He glared and hissed, "I can smelllll it.... Fear..." He laughed darkly, approaching the brute once more. He knew that this brute would not be as quick to allow him near his front once more; he trotted to the side as if to leave before gathering a running start and leaping towards the other brute once more. His fangs longed to taste blood. The blood of his fellow wolves was what fueled him more than any rage or trance could ever do...

[nahuel]

Maybe Nahuel really was weak, somewhere in his deepest heart. Maybe he was just looking for a fight and this was an excuse. Either way, the words had their desired effect..
Nahuel was angry. His amber eyes glittered with it, his lips seperated to show a gleam of fangs.
"Fear... It radiates from you."[/i]
"There is no fear."
He growled the words out, quietly, to himself. Nahuel's black hackles rose with them. He could feel strength gathering like a storm in his muscles.
The brown wolf circled him. Nahuel's ears went flat, and a snarl built in his throat..but he cut it off. If the other wolf knew of his anger, there would be hell to pay. Better to let the other get overconfident, to believe in his fear.
Instead, the black wolf focused his anger at the other. First just at the image, the brown wolf circling and touching..touching..him. Then he gave the other a name.
Carberus. It had no meaning at all, but Nahuel threw his hate into it just as if it meant something. The hate wouldn't make him weaker like this, or cause him to make mistakes. It would only make Nahuel stronger.

The other wolf sprang as Nahuel named him. The black wolf rose to the attack, fangs and claws ready to meet the brown wolf. His fangs snapped for the other's eyes, and his front paws went for the wolf Carberus' belly to rend and tear with blunt claws.
There was, indeed, no fear, only anger. This one attacked without provocation - Nahuel owed him justice.
He broke away, backed off to study the other's injury. There was a gash now, opened above his ear..he hadn't risen at the same time as Carberus, but a moment afterward to protect his belly. Clearly the other had gotten, as one would say, 'lucky.'
Not anymore.
"'Tis a sad world," Nahuel began - mainly to himself, but in part to Carberus, - "A sad world, when one such as you is not killed the moment he is scented. It would only be smart and just. Obviously it hasn't happened yet..but I may be able to correct the problem."
He backed a few paces away as an idea came to him. Here was the desert, but not a hundred yards off was a large crater. He could, perhaps, lure the wolf Carberus into it and thus kill him without bloodying his own fangs. Nahuel didn't wish to wash himself.
"I wonder what your story is. There are many out there. Perhaps you were driven out of a pack. Killed someone, maybe?..a brother, a friend, a parent."
Nahuel studied the other wolf for a reaction, anger still rushing through him. Still, this was controlled anger..and Carberus was no longer in control, at least partially. All it would take was a small slip, a tiny mistake for Nahuel to exploit.
He didn't see anything; either the wolf was bluffing and did not actually feel the..hunger..that Nahuel could see in his eyes, or he'd been wrong. Still, there were many stories. Nahuel could play the other wolf's card if he had to.

[ardemu]

((OOC: I don't understand what's you're saying about the ear injury. Are you saying Ardemu has an injury there or Nahuel? If you're talking about Ardemu, then that's not allowed ))

Watching the other brute as he leapt through the air, Ardemu grinned toothily as he watched the brute strike at his stomach. However, the attempt was quickly thwarted as he lifted his rear legs to his chest to guard. It merely glanced the fatty tissue of his calves, leaving a slightly blood but by no means dangerous injury. Nahuel's strike at his eyes ended up going a tad astray; it scraped against his cheek, leaving a trail of red along the fur. They were mere flesh wounds; nothing that could not be dealt with later. He was more focused on mental annihilation rather than physical. He could take out the brute from the inside out if he could just find a rough spot in the brute's past, or perhaps just a relation that he could exploit...

"A sad world, when one such as you is not killed the moment he is scented. It would only be smart and just. Obviously it hasn't happened yet..but I may be able to correct the problem." At this, Ardemu couldn't help but chuckle. Did this brute truly believe he could do any damage? He watched the brute with an amused twinkle in his eyes, no glimmer of evil left through his sheer amazement at the comment. It would be a sad day when a brute such as this one took advantage of Ardemu. It would be shameful to everything he had ever been taught. I guess he sees himself as some sort of crusader, he thought, raising his brow with a chuckle.

---

With a slight jerk, Ardemu tore free of the darker part of his mind. Hmmm... That was strange. There was an evident change in the brute's body language. He no longer stood dominantly and aggresively; rather, he rested in a quite relaxed, unagressive posture, lowering his rump to the ground as he curled his tail around his paws. Glancing down at the slash on his leg, he couldn't help but chuckle. So, this is what the dark side has gotten me this time, he laughed heartily, glancing over at the other brute. This transformation in his actions was sure to confuse him, and he wanted to see the reaction first. He still planned on... taking care of him, but it would be nice to see the confusion. Ardemu was a very complex character. He was not pure evil while in control; no matter how slow he was to admit it, the piece of his mother's kindness carried through him at times. He had never shown it around his bandit comrads, as that would've shown weakness, but it had always been there. This little part of him almost wanted to give the other brute a chance to escape. His mind wouldn't convince him of this, as it conquered the thought by masking it; he would merely wait and see what the brute would do. Yes, that is what I'll do, he thought with a smile.

"I wonder what your story is. There are many out there. Perhaps you were driven out of a pack. Killed someone, maybe?..a brother, a friend, a parent." A smile curved across the brute's maw once more as he chuckled lightly. He was much calmer than earlier; he wasn't as easily provoked as when he lost control. I'll still control these wolves, though, he thought with a smirk. "My story... Do you really wish to hear?" he barked with an eerie grin. He could stall the brute for quite a while with this tale. "No. There were no packs in my past. I have never desired one and never plan to take one up. The life of a loner is mine..." He kept a close eye on the brute, not willing to allow his "prey" to escape that easily. He doubted that, after the sudden attack, he would leave, anyways. "Brother, friend, parent. One and the same. I have never had friends; merely comrads. I work alone, or I work while in charge," he growled roughly. Did this brute think he was stupid? He wasn't easily douped into delays; he wouldn't fall for whatever the brute was attempting to do.

Rising to his paws once more, Ardemu yawned, the slightly bloodied fangs exposed. He would be ready for the brute this time. If he came after Ardemu, it would give his mind a reason to go back into overdrive and reactivate the vicious, heartless, bloodthirsty part of him. He would show no mercy, not even in his current state. This brute was not getting away without at least a few nasty battle scars. He would be lucky to escape with his life if Ardemu could help it. He had a very nasty track record; he wasn't exactly known for his kindness. These wolves will learn with time, he thought, resisting the urge to laugh crazily.

"If you truly wished to know me, there would be something wrong in that head of your's, kid!" Ardemu mocked relentlessly. "I don't take well to distractions. You are not very good at stalling, you do realize?" He laughed then, unable to resist the urge to do so. There was so much he wished to say to wolves like this, yet he could restrain himself. The time for those words would come eventually. He was tempted to attack, but in his current condition, he would not do well on his own. He needed that extra, somewhat unfair bonus that his mind awarded him. One taste of blood, he longed hopefully. That would be what would trigger him once more. It usually happened; he wouldn't tick off of animal blood other than that of a wolf. True, sometimes the fits came unprecedented and unwanted, but he could sometimes hurry the process along if he needed it. This was one of those moments...

[nahuel]

OOC: Yeah, sorry, should've been more clear. It is Nahuel with the injury..I know the rules.

Nahuel watched the other wolf calmly as it chuckled and sat down, although he didn't follow suit.
In fact, he should have attacked the moment it sat, but something held him back..curiosity, perhaps. One minute the odd wolf was furious and bloodthiry, the next it just sat down politely? Strange.
Whatever the problem was, it had distracted Carberus. The other wolf was speaking, this time about his past. Nahuel didn't care really; he just wanted a minute to catch his breath and formulate his plan.
The injury over his ear stung and burned..it bothered him. Nahuel did his best to ignore it, although a distant thought - I hope it's not contagious - still managed to worm through his mind.
I don't take well to distractions. You are not very good at stalling, you do realize?"
Nahuel looked up again, amber eyes amused for a second before going serious again.
"Tell me..what did happen to your family?" Nahuel seized on a new topic. If the other wolf had any grief at all, he wouldn't be able to keep from talking about it..they never could. The last one had given Nahuel his entire life story before he chased it off.
"Unless, of course, you mean to tell me that you sprang up out of the ground..Exodus." He glanced at the other wolf, looking for a sign of aggression...and a sign of overconfidence. This wolf, of course, had enough confidence for five more of Nahuel's size. That was why he'd used the name Exodus, hoping the other wolf would think he still thought Carberus was the Salen alpha. That could be the step over the line, from confidence to egotism.
There was nothing as easy to pop as an ego..if Carberus imagined Nahuel was weak, which he obviously did, the black wolf merely needed to trick the other. Nahuel didn't want to close in a fight, as his odd danger sense told him that would be a bad thing rather than good. All Nahuel wanted was to push the other into the fissure behind him.
Clearly, as adamant that Nahuel wasn't distracting him as this wolf Carberus was, the attempt at distraction was working well. After all, it had been a good five minutes since the fight had started, and with no victor. Part of that, of course, was the other wolf's chatter..but that, too, had been a distraction. Carberus had merely done it to himself.
Still, he watched the other he carefully. Nahuel didn't want to be attacked while he wasn't ready, even though he could've ended the fight quickly enough by jumping when the other wolf was talking. But Nahuel didn't fight dirty - and that, Carberus would say, was his weakeness.
Ah well. So be it.

[ardemu]

((OOC: >.< You didn't post anywhere that Nahuel left, yet he is in a different thread. You'll need to edit the one here so that it says he left, otherwise you're breaking the rules. This is just a warning )

Ardemu snorted irritably, his yellow-stained coat quivering anxiously. Part of him wished to leap forward and rip this sorry wolf's throat out, basking in the pools of crimson blood beneath the brute's body. The other part wished for this wolf to return to his pack; to let them all know of the terror that had been unleashed on these lands. He wished for word to spread, as those who feared him would ultimately fall at his paws. No wolf of these lands would be safe... "Go," he snarled to the other brute, a moment of rage rushing through his eyes. "I will let you live for now. Next time, you will not be as lucky..."

At this point, the dark brute flashed Nahuel an eerie smile, as if to challenge him. With this, Ardemu turned from the other brute, refusing to let himself get greedy and snap after the brute once more. He did not need to get the attention of the pack wolves just yet. By killing a member, he would enrage the alpha, and the pack's warriors would come after him. Sure, he'd taken on five or six wolves at once, but he barely survived without his bloodrage. With an entire pack out to get him, he would surely lose. Losing was not an option. I will just search these lands... Search for the followers I need, he thought, licking his chops anxiously. He regretted his decision to leave the other brute alive; there would be someone that would believe he was weak, that he showed mercy. However, he could use this to his advantage.

Ardemu growled anxiously, a taunting sound that erupted from his throat. He would have to leave this place now; he could not run the risk of the brute returning to his pack and alerting them of his presence. He shook his heavy coat and trotted away from the test site, heading southwest towards what he knew were unclaimed lands. Chances were, he would run into others who sought his same goals; total continental domination. They would join with him, with Ardemu as the leader, of course, in the destruction of the pack wolves. There would be no survivors...

As Ardemu headed from the bomb test area, he nearly tripped over something. Snarling deeply, the wolf turned to look at what he had stumbled across. Tilting his head, the brute stared at what looked like some kind of metal sphere. There were a few wires poking from the thing... The brute resisted the urge to rip them out once he glanced at the side. He could see glowing symbols, something that he had never seen before. However, this device was quite frightening, although he would never admit it. Snuffling at the top, Ardemu seized a reddish-brown wire between his canines and ripped, wincing slightly as it sent a slight electric shock through his body. He growled angrily, twitching slightly from the jolt. Glancing back at the device, he noticed that the timer thing had disappeared. Shrugging, the brute whirled back around and headed off towards Chamoru Plains.

((OOC: Because no one seemed to be getting anywhere w. the plot... >.<))