Karma shrugged (if you could call it that) at Lorcan's comment, not pushing him for answers. Munching on the meat, she flicked her eyes in Vanth's direction. So then she senses it, too.. Karma thought with disappointment, the furs on the back of her nape quivering. Man, I hate that!
Karma began to slowly scan the area while she ate, body becoming tense. Was it the killer pack, or something else? Could it be something else, for as far as she knew they along with the pack that were hunting them were the only things moving. Suddenly Karma wanted to head out again, standing in one spot was making her restless even with an injury.
I hope those two hurry up, she grumbled in her mind, continuing looking around.
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"Perhaps..." Dusk answered, slowing his pace a bit to be more aware of his surroundings. Though now that he was more focused, he couldn't help but agree with Xander. Something just didn't seem right.
Shaking his head, it only strengthened his resolve to get what they came for and hurry back. Pausing by a bush, he began rummaging through it with his maw, the silence coming from Xander almost deafening him.
"Xander," he spoke abrubtly, moving to the next bush. "Where we come from, we have a saying. 'A wolf is always in control.' It means a wolf does not allow their minds to be manipulated by emotions or others, only they themselves can be in complete control of their actions and beliefs."
Picking a few plants, he laid them on a little pile close by, going back and forth. Pausing, he looked calmly back at Xander. "Wolves do kill, but its to live and survive. But the taste of blood sometimes makes us forget that, and we crave more. However, what's stronger than that is their willpower."
Turning away, Dusk took a few steps further, pausing by a bundle of flower-like plants. "I am.. different... from my sister. There once was a time where I led my own pack. This pack wasn't like the ones that are chasing us, we had the blood lust but we were more in control, which was probably even more frightening. We killed enough to have everyone around us fear us, and we took pleasure in torturing others. If the blood lust was growing strong within us, we went and hunt down anything that pleased us. The hunt itself was a thrill, we sometimes even toyed with our prey." ((This was from another RP I made sometime ago, and where I first began using Dusk, haha))
With a few of the flowers in his maw, Dusk returned and added them to the pile, looking up at Xander. "We were doing pretty well, too, until we had rivals. It was a long struggle, but of course I wouldn't give up. In the end, whom should I find but my own sister there lecturing me." A smirk spread upon Dusk's maw, and he chuckled. "She ticked me off so much and managed to make me feel ashamed, I disbanded the pack and 'vanished.' Afterwards we traveled together again and put the whole thing behind us."
Shaking his head, the smirk dimmed, and he looked off to the distance. "You could call it a wake-up call, but it wasn't just the words she used to shake me out of it. I enjoyed the power I held, and became drunk in it, that while we fought I found myself I wanted to strike her down. The very thought made me sick."
Turning back to Xander, he continued, "I stopped while I was ahead. Left it all behind and never spoke about it again, but I held it very close to me to remind myself to never be dragged back there. I never killed since unless it was for defense."
