STFD | Joining

[Sorrel]

[glow=#000,1,400]I'M A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

(Lets just all pretend that this is his first time joining)

Toys. He had run out of toys. This simply wouldn't do. If he wanted to be able to keep the current body that he has, it meant that he needed to have as many people know him as much as possible. For Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ to keep the powers that he currently had, he needed to have other creatures talk about him. The more famous that he got the more powerful that he would become. He was a certain type of power-hungry after all. Now that he thought about it, he had been in hibernation for probably far too long and needed to get more work down. If he could just get someone to follow his every beck and call it would be easy for him to get to the larger bodies that he had sought after long ago. Now that he didn't have anyone keeping track of him and didn't consider most creatures to be a threat, he could enjoy doing whatever he wanted. One could consider this existence to be lonely, as he never trusted those that he came across, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. Power was everything. Those that had power could accomplish whatever they wanted or even dreamed. His thoughts go back to his previous toys and wondered if he would ever come across them in the future. It would make his life easier that much is for certain.

Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ had gathered some information about a group of animals toward the North. He knew of the different clans, groups tribes, whatever they wanted to call themselves he didn't care. He preferred working alone, but he would have to admit that he would need their help. In a sinister kind of way obviously. He wasn't going to join to make friends, he was simply going to join to cause trouble. What better way to get one's name out there than when it was spoken with malice? Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ couldn't think of anything better, and he had tried this method before and it worked perfectly. He never enjoyed the time that he was stuck in the body of a domestic cat. But being in smaller bodies didn't mean that he was any less dangerous with all of the powers that he had under his fur. He was more than likely to just use his powers than his own physical strength anyway. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ hoped that the group that he was coming up on would be able to provide him for a little bit of entertainment here and there. He just had to play nice for a little bit, then he would be able to join Scott free. He knew how these groups worked because he had joined them before in the past.

Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ did have to say that he would have preferred a little bit of a different environment to live in. The marsh wasn't his favorite, despite him being somewhat dirty in most regards. The glitch didn't really care much for his own personal hygiene, the scent of rotting flesh wafting from his body in distinct waves. The blood that was staining his paws didn't wash away when he walked through the muck of the marsh, his bicolored eyes scanning the trees and water for any movement that could actually be a threat. The 210lb jaguar wasn't really concerned if someone did attack him, because he was a pretty great escape artist. One's that would look upon him would notice how strange the beast was, as its form seemed to flicker in out of existence, almost like a broken computer screen. A green glow emanating from his gums and his right eye. The light itself wasn't necessarily bright enough to make it seem like he was a beacon, but it was still noticeable. A wound also spread across the front of his neck, the sides of the old wound stitched up with occasionally a drip of blood coming from the wound. It wasn't deep enough to kill the wildcat but it was certainly unsettling for someone to be unphased by a wound such as his. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ had control over how much blood leaked through the wound though with the use of his water elementals.

Finally catching the scent marker of the edge of the territory, Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ would stop for a moment. His form would flicker for a minute a wicked grin spread across his features. The melanistic jaguar scanned his surroundings for a moment, taking everything in as the sunlight bled through the leaves of the trees. He didn't announce his presence, as he was certain that the horrible scent that he gave off would certainly be enough to draw attention. Instead, he raised one of his blood-stained paws, and conjured up a knife, which he would then balance on the top of his paw, making sure not to cut himself in the process. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ would hum as he focused on the knife, while his ears were angled themselves to listen for any sounds that might approach him. Occasionally, a distorted, almost childish giggle could be heard coming from his maw as he waited for the party to begin.