Harcus on the prowl

[wynnyelle]

Thick charcoal-black stripes crossed the body of the otherwise red and white zangoose. A predatory fire burned in his eyes. His brother's mates' offspring were still out there, and he would help Marcol track them down.

And maybe start some young of his own in this area...he imagined capturing a pretty female and perhaps bringing her back to the Fortress territories to make her into a slave. Harcus licked his lips. His breath stank of seviper, and snake blood still streaked his claws and muzzle. He was a large zangoose, and quite confident in making those weaker than him do what he wanted.

[~Handy~]

jumping off a tree is a butterskotch nine-tails and notices the zangoose. "Hi! I'm Vennasa the ninetails!" she says looking at the blood on the zangoose.

[wynnyelle]

Harcus turned to look at the ninetales. "I see. I'm Harcus." He sized her up wondering if she would make a good and willing ally in the Horde. Good, yes. Willing, maybe not.

[~Handy~]

"your part of the horde, I can feel it, and I been wanting too find somebody in. You guyfrom that clan, ecause I want too join, ou guys could some more smart people. Venassa says too harcus.