05-07-2021, 04:16 PM
He was agitated. Despite his best efforts to be anything else, Caligula was agitated. Restlessness blossomed day in and day out, and without the necessary outlet to release his pent up aggression, the wolf simply had no choice but to bottle it up. He craved bloodshed, a war, something behind the dull scope of his current life. Vengeance hadn't yet given him the go ahead to pull any of the new recruits in for training, and though he knew it well within his power to enact the decision himself, Cal wasn't interested in stepping on any toes. Perhaps they weren't meant for training, perhaps they had other uses. Regardless, he was itching for something to happen -- even if he had to make it happen himself.
The one-eyed wolf trudged through the mutual lands nestled comfortably between his territory and Elkshire, scampering like a hound beneath the moonlight. He was unleashed and without his master, hellbent on sticking his teeth into flesh or.. well, he was flexible.
Caligula slunk along, anticipation of the night's fuckery humming in his gut.
The one-eyed wolf trudged through the mutual lands nestled comfortably between his territory and Elkshire, scampering like a hound beneath the moonlight. He was unleashed and without his master, hellbent on sticking his teeth into flesh or.. well, he was flexible.
Caligula slunk along, anticipation of the night's fuckery humming in his gut.
@Célnes
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