Release The Panic

Upon stumbling onto this place, he allowed his emerald optics to scan the area, taking in every little detail that it provided, his cold stare not changing, he could only watch with his icy stare as his head moved from side to side slowly, taking in a whiff of the morning air at the same time to see if anyone was in this environment with him. He was alone. No surprise. He would quietly approach the lake, obsidian painted ears flicking slightly to trace any other sounds other than his own, there were no other presences here indeed, he couldn't sell, smell nor hear anyone in the area, so he came to the conclusion that he was definitely isolated from the company of strangers, but for how long would that be?

He would then come to halt just upon the edges of the lake, his claws sinking into the earth to keep himself well fortified and in place just in case someone tried to get the jump on him. His head would then lower down to the transparent liquid as his tongue slipped from his maw and he would begin to lap up some of the water and drink it. The taste was refreshing as he felt himself become relaxed, it had been a long walk just to make it here, and he needed some refreshment to make up for the long journey. After a few mouthfuls of the water, he would lift up his head and stand up right, almost regal like in nature was his posture. The bottom area of his snout was now soaked by the cool liquid he had just consumed, and as he stared at his reflection for a bit, water dripping down the soaked area on his snout, he begun to wonder, what now?

There was no use standing around here but he didn't feel like leaving just yet, so he allowed himself to be seated upon the grassy terrain, tail knocking at the earth with low thumps as he stared off into the distance, not finding anything better to do other than these few actions.

The young lad was becoming more confident with his adventures outside of the pack territory. His encounters with Inali's ghostly figure were becoming less frequent. He found that when he surrounded himself with others, as much as he didn't like to, she would not appear, and Yuka would be safe from his former mentor. He truly did feel guilty over his actions, never had he wanted to be known as a murderer. Ash had once said that even if one day you did murder someone, it was never something to be proud of. While the Thorben was sure there was something else behind what his mentor had said, Yuka had respectfully not uttered a word and felt the guilt rip through him like a bird's beak. A reminder of what he had done to someone he had once loved, a reminder that he had let his temper get the best of him. Venturing out of the territory once again, Yuka made his way to his ever favorite place, the Lagoon. It was generally quiet there, and while he did not want to encounter Inali's spirit once more, the Thorben felt it in his best interest to get some time to himself. That is, time to himself with Ash's mossy eyes constantly observing him and the possibility of someone else seeing his wretched face. When he arrived at the Lagoon, he returned to his normal routine. He stared down at his reflection, his amber eyes reflecting back at him in hatred. How he hated himself, probably more than he ever hated Inali. With a sigh, he pawed at his reflection, distorting it furthermore. However, his body froze when he heard a whisper of movement. Instinctively, the boy crouched down, his stomach brushing against the water as he hid in the ferns, his amber eyes taking in the form of some else, certainly not his ghostly Inali but also not someone he was familiar with either. Silently, he watched the other man, his amber eyes narrowed to slits.

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It all began with a sound, a slight movement of the body of one unknown to his keen nose and nature coloured orbs to tell him that someone was in the area with him. It was why obsidian tinted ears flicked slightly at the low sound of body touching water, and he would inhale some of the morning air to find the precise location of this unfamiliar individual. They were male by the scent of it, and as he followed the scent, his beryl gaze eventually came upon a young Lupus. One scarred and baring the same irises that he did. The young child in his sights bared a russet face, the rest of his large structure being comprised of grey and white strands of fur. Nagamaza would watch as the boy showed hostility from where he stood and the older man could only crack a smirk at the scene before him, he was not afraid nor intimidated, no. He was being entertained by these actions being used by the boy.

No words would not leave his mouth yet as he watched him. He begun to wonder what to do with this young child. Judging by his scent, he was a pack wolf, so Nagamaza could not try anything that would harm the vulnerable boy, or was he strong enough to fend him off? Those scars upon his face did mean that he could be a force to be reckoned with, but Nagamaza did not care about those bruises, he was not afraid of anything, and most certainly, not some yearling. A low cackle would break from his throat as he eyed the child. This was going to be really fun for the tri-coloured man, so many things he could do, there was a lot of offensive moves he could use on this boy, Nagamaza had almost forgotten that he didn't care about the consequences of his actions that he would perform, luckily the statement found its way into his mind at the last second.

Not quite necessary to be so hostile towards someone who has done you no wrong, kid. his words carried a slight devious touch to it, but his overall expressionless tone made it seem as if he was talking with nothing but a stern tone of voice. He would then allow his smirk to turn into a small grin, the boy had better played his cards well, otherwise the Cerberus might have to get his paws and mouth dirty with some of the child's blood.

In his lifetime, Yuka had never been spotted unless he directly wanted to be spotted. A blazing anger sat in the pit of the young man’s stomach, allowing the hatred that had been repressed for so long, finally surface. He wanted to provoke an attack so that he could sink his teeth into someone. Perhaps the murderer within him simply begged for blood, he did not know, but he had the overwhelming need to have some kind of spar. To feel some form of blood between his jaws and hear the satisfying crunch of bones. So when the loner looked his way, the Thorben did nothing to cover his death’s head, allowing it to be on full display for the bastard to see.

His lip curled back at the amber eyes staring back at him, allowing his face to distort even further. Not bothering to remain low to the ground, the gray, russet-faced man raised himself to his full height, the right side of his upper lip pulling back to release his canines. The loner’s words did nothing to deter the hostility that Yuka was showing, a fierce growl developing at the back of his throat. Due to the young man’s destroyed ligament in his lip, the left side of Yuka’s lip did not move, almost drooping over his bottom lip as he glared at the other man. His banner rose, a clear sign of challenge to the other man in front of him. Yuka was not out for a spar, he was out for blood.

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