Villain, Vidiv, Shrowd

Vidiv, one of the more timid Warriors, walked in with a level head. His metallic gray body resembled that of his father, Vicious, as well as his body shape. Two colored orbs flicked around the land and he gave a small grin. "Comforting" He turned to Villain, a brown wolf with a cinnamon mask.

Mud puddles flickered around for a moment before resting on the two leads. A smile planted firmly in his jaw. He had too many things running through his mind.. his little twisted mind. If he were to open his mouth now.. all that would come out would be some sort of blubbering.

Shrowd, the exact replica of Wither, moved into the land. Having her mother just pass, her spirits were anything but high. Not knowing where her pup-love was, Malice, made things even worse. Looking up with her bright yellow eyes, she held a power, but a pain that was so strong, she couldn't speak.