Rascal

Rascal
What a beautiful day...
A light sigh escaped the cunning coyodog and wolfdog hybrid as he sat upon a box. A cardboard one; rather large, reaching up to at least 12 feet high, and 5 feet wide. An excellent little home he could use for now. He knew a pack resided here already, but he didn't care. Humans and their canines lived here, so why couldn't he as well?
Yawning briskly, he flicked his tail and hopped down from the top of his den, tired and a bit hungry, yet not showing it. He wanted sleep at the moment, and figured that once he was awake more he could go out and find something good to eat. Being the hybrid he was, he could live practically wherever he wanted. His dog heritage, though he had so little running through his blood, kept him around humans more than he usually would have if he hadn't been at all. And then there was the coyote and wolf heritage; the two reasons that he could live so well on his own and hunt smaller game.

Soon the rather small medium canine curled up in the back of the box, in one of the corners. He hid his nose under his bushy tail and closed his eyes, ready to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

RASCAL

HERITAGE;
10% Husky, 35% Timber Wolf, 55% Coyote
CURSED;
Male
HINTED;
His pelt is a mixture of brown and hazel, both dark and light. His entire topside, including shoulders and his head, are draped in black. He has a rather interesting pattern of streaks around his shoulders and the tops of his hindlegs. His tail is bushy, with white in the midsection and a fluffy black tip at the end. His underside is all white, including his forelegs. He has a small face mask that consists of black around his entire face, including muzzle, with some white and very light hazel smudged in, and black rings under the eyes. He has an area of white right below his muzzle. His eyes are hazel.
BUILT;
His size ranges from small to small medium because of his coyote heritage, but he has the cunningness and speed of the husky and wolf. He has a bit of muscle, but not much. His limbs are long and lithe, providing for an excellent runner. He has a nice, firm build, and is incredibly quick on his paws.
RESIDES;
Nowhere
LOVER;
No one
KIN;
None

Skeil

Returning for a spying mission, the pit bull came across several new scents; and all but one seemed to be interlaced with her pack's own smell. This solo scent carried some coyote, peeking the dog's interest. Coyotes and hybrids weren't very common around here, with all the competition from their larger cousins.

Moving quietly with her floppy ears perked up to their highest, the white and tan blotched canine followed after Rascal's trail until it led her to the box. For a moment she was silent, simply taking in the scent to learn more about this stranger before saying anything. Most importantly, she discovered that he seemed to carry no pack scent; so he wasn't a great threat to her own family if he turned out to be one of those aggressive sorts.

Wanting to show her authority while keeping a friendly demeanor at the same time, the fae held her head high but let her tail remain loose before giving a short, gruff bark to wake the other up. She didn't mean to be rude, but it was her duty to inspect every stranger that entered the Lurker's domain.

Rascal

The hybrid continued to sleep, oblivious to all that went on around him. But nothing like a bark would pass him unheard. His hazel eyes slowly opened as he drifted back to the real world. He wished no one had woken him up, since he was having a dream that he was chasing rabbits. Yeah, it was the typical dream of some old hound, but he was hunting them for food, and it only made his stomach growl worse.

His auds pricked curiously, but he stayed in his corner, body still curled, for a short moment longer before raising to his paws, and finally lowering down onto his sleek haunches. He tilted his dial at the doggess, wondering who in the world she was, while also hating the fact that she awoke him from his snooze.

"Who're you?" he asked groggily, eyes showing what was left of his tiredness. His fluffy banner flicked as he took in her scent; it was different, as were all the others that surrounded him. Rascal wasn't one for making much trouble while in the presense of other canines, but humans were an exception of his. He was forever wary of this fae, though, and wouldn't let his guard down, even if she did happen to be friendly. He would only do that if he got to know her, which maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Whichever it was, he would remain alert and cautious until that time.

L y c k o s

Touring the home of a new friend of his, The multi-toned hybrid trotted around the various alleys. So far he had only met Sequioa out of the Shadow Lurkers pack, he had yet to meet the rest. The towering Labradane soon caught onto the scent of two other canines. One carries the same smell as Sequioa, obviously whoever it was they were a member of the Shadow Lurkers. The other, well Lyckos did not know. Curiousity got the better of the giant, and so he took off at a leisurely pace towards them.

Upon arriving near the two, he slowed to a walk. His big ears were erect as he caught onto the end of a small conversation consisting of few words. He stopped a few meters away from them both, his scent would be carried towards them as the wind was working against him, not that he was trying to hide. He sat down, remaining silent. The brindle and black male waited and listened, he was pretty sure he would be questioned in no time...

Sequioa

She launched herself off of her crate and towards the intruding scent of the coyodog. A growl rose from deep within her as she passed Lyckos and stood firmly next to Skeil her haunting eyes watching the male closely. This was Sequioa. A demoness and shadow of no one but herself. She lived happily here with the Lurkers and was Delta of the pack. She smirked slightly at the male then said softly "Those that enter usually dont exit." Wasn't exactly a lie. Skeil would know all about it as well.

Skeil

"Skeil, Gamma of the Shadow Lurkers. And how about yourself?" Her pose remained the same, but perhaps a bit more relaxed as two fellow members showed up. The pit glanced to Sequioa, then to Lyckos. 'This must be the new fellow that Pirqua spoke of...' She thought to herself, and indeed could detect the scent of Sequioa on him. "You must be new to the pack. Have you spoke with Hydras yet?" Although speaking to Lyckos, she kept an ear trained on the other, and saw him from the side of her vision.

Rascal

Rascal's auds pricked as two more canines soon appeared. "Rascal, loner of life." he stated cooly, but was getting nerved. Why were these hybrids all acting like he was some murderer from across the country? If there was one thing Rascal didn't like and couldn't stand, it was being treated like he couldn't be trusted. His fur bristled a bit at the other fae's words, but otherwise he kept his calm and collected stance. Even though he was outnumbered in this likely situation, he had a lot of coyote and wolf blood in him that assisted him with many of his cunning abilitis. He wasn't quite as proud of his husky heritage, but he sure could attest that it was something that helped him become what he was today. But overall, he was sick of packs, and this was why he didn't go for them. Everyone acts as though you were something that you completely weren't, and then they get all roused up and mean whenever your temper or anger shows.
He continued to sit, though, and glance from one canine to the other. Geeze, wasn't there anyone here that wasn't in a pack? He felt the need to run and hide for some reason, but he usually hid all emotions.

Skeil

Her eyes shot back to Rascal as he replied, noting the bristled fur. "Easy there, loner." She edged, though her voice was still calm and without hostility. However, recieving little friendly response from this stranger, Skeil lifted her lanky tail up high, showing her status. "You are tredding in the domain of the Shadow Lurkers. Your presence will be tolerated, so long as you watch your step around us and stay out of our way." She was looking straight into his eyes now, declaring her authority over him while he was in the Alleys, "Do you happen to have any friends or family in the Valley?"

L y c k o s

The male had remained silent all until Skeil questioned him. The hybrid stood up but did not show any sort of act of dominance when Skeil announced her position in the pack.
No I have yet to speak with her. Infact I am not of this pack yet, That is what I wished to speak with the Alphess about.

Rascal

Rascal narrowed an eye at Skeil, who seemed to be bubbling with hostilit toward him. "Easy? Do you know what it's like to live like me? I'm not doing anything, but whenever there's a fae showing a cocky attitude toward me, I don't tend to be very friendly." he stated simply, with a gruff noise. "There's no need for you to get worked up. I didn't come here for trouble, either way. And no, I have no family nor friends." he stated rather briefly, deciding to leave out the fact that this was some rude welcome party for him. Was everyone like this? He sure hoped not, or else he may have to commit suicide.

Skeil

Having great self-control, Skeil didn't growl or raise her hackles yet, though her voice carried a slightly annoyed tone to it, "My intentions were friendly to begin with, if I may remind you. It's my job to ensure my packs safety, and that involves checking out any new canines in the area. My appologies if you took my actions the wrong way." Her last remark wasn't meant to be sarcastic, although she was a bit irked that Rascal had gotten so edgy with her, rather than Sequioa. "I'll give you a friendly warning, Rascal, to watch your tone around my friends and family. We don't seek enemies, but we also don't stand for insubordination. We'd much rather have allies, or at least neutral aquaintences. Think before you speak your next words, for they could bring about unwanted consiquences."

Finished with her little speech, she threw a side-glance to Lyckos, "Not joined the pack yet? I assumed to much! If Sequioa trusts you, then you must be alright. " Skeil replied with a bit of a grin, "Head that way, and follow the large alley until you come across a large building with broken windows. Wait outside until you are escorted in; I'm sure one of our falcons will spot you." She said, knowing that Pirqua at least knew who this giant of a canine was.

L y c k o s

The hybrid listened to the conversation between Skeil and Rascal but remained silent until spoken to. He took in Skeils words and recited the directions in his mind. A small smile flickered on his muzzle and he nodded.
I will do that. Thank you Skeil. He turned to leave but first he cast a glance to Sequioa. Are you coming? She was the only one here he knew so far, apart form Skeil, but she was the closest he could say to having a friend here. Plus he may need her help in proving to Hydras that he was worthy enough to support the flag of the Shadow Lurkers.

Rascal

Rascal sighed lightly at her speech. He hated speeches. His auds pricked at his name, yet knew what she meant by saying it. "And I'm proud to be the "Rascal" I am. By the way, you don't seem to be understanding where I'm getting at. The other fae is the one being cocky, not you. And can you read my intentions? Do you see a hybrid standing before you, looking as if he'se ready to tear your limbs off? I don't think so. Not in my mind, at least." he stated in reply, growing irritated at this. Didn't anyone understand him?

Skeil

"I see someone who might be digging themselves into hole with their words." She replied, her eyes narrowing a bit now, with her voice still collected and cool, "Seeing this is our terra, my friend here has every right to use such a tone with a stranger. And a stranger might be smart to watch their actions when they are outnumbered." A ridge of fur along her neck and spine began to stick up now, giving her muscled frame a little 'poofy' look along the back, "Lets make this clear here and now. If you wish to roam freely through these lands, you must show submission to any Lurker you come across in the Alleys, which includes holding your tounge from crude remarks. If you comply with this simple rule, you won't be bothered any further... however, if you don't, your presence won't be tolerated and you'll be known as an enemy to us." She paused a moment to let her words sink in, "Think before you speak, for our fighting prowess is well known in the Valley, and we'd like to gain an ally over an enemy." Reasonable as always, Skeil was relenting to his words, for she understood that being confronted by a pack must be a bit nerveracking for a loner. But he was lucky that it wasn't Hydras who had found him, for her temper was very short, especially of late. Kindess wasn't one of the alpha's 'strong points'.

Once more, her attention flickered to Lyckos, and a friendly nod was given. Then it was straight back to Rascal.

Rascal

Rascal sighed once more, shaking his head. "Well I'm eternally sorry if you happened to mistake my actions as being crude, but I am not here to make an enemy, or start a fight, or anything negative. I was simply passing through, if it's too much to do." he stated, almost with no emotion, as his auds flickered. He felt like rolling his eyes at her words, but faught the urge. He wanted to say that a pack member should hold her own tongue against a loner, for a loner had the right to not abide by rules. But he faught against that, too, figuring it would only make this fae more hot headed toward him. But a loner has their rights, too, in Rascal's eyes. He was becoming disgusted in the fact that she was being more friendly toward the other hybrid. She could make an awful fast enemy with the way she was acting, but Rascal was't one to become angered easily, though he could turn aggitated or irritated at times, as well as nerved, but he always managed to keep his "cool."

Skeil

She studied him for a long moment, "Good, then we are on level terms. Just remember what I've told you; most in my pack won't hesitate to attack if you don't show them submission." The pit replied, her hackles lowering now that the threat of escalading hostility was put aside. "If you are ever in need of a pack or protection, you can find it here as long as you stay on my pack's good side. And of course, if you don't tangle with our allies." She gave a faint grin.

Rascal

Rascal shrugged lightly, flicking his fluffy banner. "I'm not too sure about how much of a pack I'll need, but the protection I may turn for. I don't usually cause any trouble, unless the other starts it first... I hide my temper." he stated, still cool. He was slowly adjusting to this kind of land, but he wouldn't stay in this mass of alleys. No way; he would explore and venture out into the wilderness. Maybe even find a few wolves or coyotes to chat with. Either way, he hated being cooped up in one area for a very long time.