STFD | Joining

[Sorrel]

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

Size wasn't always everything. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ already knew that from his own experiences of starting up smaller and having to work his way up to the current body that he had. That didn't mean that he was never overpowered at any point. He could easily be taken down in a fight when pure strength was all that mattered. He preferred to attack at a distance and use his powers to keep larger opponents at a distance. He wasn't against using dirty tricks either, as he was fairly certain that no one in the world fought clean. However, Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ had taken out things up to dragon size by himself and takes great pride in the power that is currently underneath his paw. He isn't afraid of showing off either, but he wants to make sure that his true intentions aren't really known. The glitch needed to keep a low profile for the first couple of days and then from there, he could make his moves. If he played his cards right, he would be able to possess a bigger body in no time. His dream was ultimately to become something massive, whether that was a dragon or something else he wasn't really all that picky. Once he couldn't achieve a bigger body there would be no stopping him, he wouldn't have to worry about changing bodies anymore. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ did have to admit though he didn't see all that many big cats around. He was used to being surrounded by hellhounds and large canines, but when it came to large cats most of them were around his size in comparison. Now that he thought about it, most of the creatures that became his victims were mostly felines. A pattern maybe? One that didn't necessarily matter but just something entertaining to think about in regard to his thoughts.

Even though he was trying to keep a low profile, that didn't mean that he couldn't keep the intimidating appearance that he always had. What was the fun in that? He enjoyed plaguing the mind of those that he came across and was always interested to see everyone's reactions to him. There was a wide range of emotions someone could express at the sight of him, and each one gave him a sense of pride. His appearance wasn't necessarily crafted the way that it was, and instead, it just happened. Considering how often he had killed other creatures, his paws became stained. Simple as that. Whether it was him actually hunting or torture others could only speculate. The jaguar wanted others to know that he wasn't someone to be messed with. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ didn't take kindly to the likes of being teased in most manners. The adult jaguar's ears perked when he heard movement, and from the sounds of it, it was coming up fast. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ stayed where he was at on the border, his eyes not leaving the knife that he was carefully balancing. As soon as the creature that approached him spoke, was when Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑  finally turned his head to look at the feline who was obviously a part of this group. The scent that came off of the lion made sure to identify where the animal came from. The wicked grin that had been on his face previously did not change as he regarded the larger wildcat. The lion seemed to have an eyepatch over one of its eyes. Curious. Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ wondered if there was still an eye under the patch, or if there was a scar they were trying to hide away.

Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ tilted his head similar to like that of a confused puppy at the mention of his injury. It took the jaguar a couple of seconds to realize what the lion was talking about. "Oh, you mean  ̶t̵h̶i̵s̶ ̵l̶i̴t̴t̴l̸e̸ ̴t̸h̶i̴n̵g̸?̸" Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ stated as he craned his neck to the side, opening the wound slightly wide so that Aurum could get a better look at the old wound, blood dripping out from the gash. "I wouldn't worry too much a̵b̵o̴u̴t̷ ̷t̸h̷a̶t̷. It's old, and doesn't seem to want to ̵h̴e̵a̷l̷ ̵a̶n̴y̶t̸i̸m̸e̶ ̴s̴o̷o̷n̸." Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ reassured the Tanglewood member. Although, it probably wasn't any form of reassurance anyway. Each time the glitch spoke, his voice sounded somewhat distorted, as if there were two of his voices layered over one another. The jaguar's form seemed to flicker for a couple of moments before stilling again as he responded to what the lion said next. This was the place he was looking for after all. His attention went back to the knife that the lion wanted him to stop flashing around. The knife seemed to disappear as he conjured it away, a huff escaping his maw. "N̸o̴ ̵f̵u̶n̵.̸" Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ would say with a small chuckle. He would move one of his muck covered paws and place it on his chest and bow his head a little bit as he introduced himself. "The name's Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ . I'm looking to join this fine e̶s̸t̵a̸b̶l̷i̷s̷h̸m̶e̴n̴t̷." Ȁ̷͕n̵̗̒t̵̫͂i̷͓͑ said, and when he spoke his name, his voice seemed to distort the most. His name having a lot of power to the likes of him. Once he introduced himself, he would put his blood-stained paws back down into the murky water, the wicked grin spreading wider.