The undead is a mix[joining]

[Rivaxorus]

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] Oh how the flow of life had slightly been subjected back to him. The dark king, had literally become the dark king again. Though much like a twun he found himself wanted to tear into the flesh of his own kind, and to eat it, to consume it in the most cannibalistic way possible. Guessing, that was the craving coming from the act he had been revived from the dead. The perfect condition his body was in was surprising. From being so far into the ground, his fur was sparkling in it's white color, and his white fin mark blazing across his head. He could move, he could feel, but his heart had no beat to it. His spells were far more powerful, but only to be used to an extend with the slight possibility to making him rot faster. Gabryl stood at the borders, Nocte's scent was here, so these were the wolves who had come from Waru? He wondered, what was their leader like? "Speak with a pathetic hound of the dead." Gabryl's vocal cords stretched in a growl. As he barked out with patience. Yes, he was seeking entry until the time came where he would fall like a rotting corpse he was. He had only been given this pleasure of feeling for some amount of time, like a ticking time bomb. As he smiled, tongue moving over his white canine's. So how would he look a few months from now her wondered? walking "Speaking"

[Capricorn♑]

The sound of the a wolf quickly reached Nocte's ears, and she made out the words. A zombie? A twun? A ghost? Perhaps even a wolf with a custom element involving death, or maybe a death wolf who had somehow retained his element? But any way this went, it was still Nocte's duty to defend the borders to greet wolves who wished to join, especially as long as she was in the rank of sergeant. And that looked like it would be a long, long time, unless she got promoted- which she probably would, at least eventually.

"Be replied to by a not-so-pathetic hound who should be dead." 

Nocte's gaze swept over the wolf. He looked almost like she remembered, but memory could be a bit fuzzy, and Nocte hadn't know Gabryl for an extremely long time. He was a zombie. Nocte had become good at sensing the flow of blood, the beat of a heart- perhaps it was a twun thing, or simply a survival instinct she had learned because she was a twun. So he had found his body, and more importantly, figured out how to shove his soul back into it? That was quite interesting- he'd have a story to tell her. Wait- didn't zombies like to eat flesh? So Nocte and Gabryl were now in the same- or a very similar- boat.

"So you're a zombie, Gabryl. I can tell that much about you, at least right now. What do you want? I don't expect you're here just to talk."

[Rivaxorus]

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] Gabryl got an answer, but not entirely from the person he expected. Sitting there, he would flick his tail(if he had one). Ever since Fett had eaten it, all that was left was a tuft, much like that of a rabbit. It was a nice battle scar to himself, but then again made him slightly more adorable. His eyes looked at Nocte with a smile on his face, an old friend, if he could say so himself. "I came here to join the pack of Sensuret, seeing as they are descended from Waru." Gabryl noted, looking up and down at the tracks of land. It was a large step from the tunnels, but plains were nice, and the sight of that castle. That reminded him of the pack of Kuki. But, none the less, lands had changed in the last few years. "Of course, being a zombie, I'd be on different terms I assume." He stood, wiggling his tiny rump a bit. Well, this was just to show Gabryl wasn't an aggressive jackass all the time. He may have been, but he could be professional when it called for it. The day his body rotted, would then be the day he left this place. He refused to give into mortality so easily though. walking "Speaking"

[Capricorn♑]

So Gabryl came to join? Nocte supposed that zombies were in a stretch, mortal, and wanted to protect their bodies in a pack like Twuns, elementals, and demigods did. Blood drinkers- and probably flesh eaters, too- were always assigned to Nocte's control in the Sensuret pack. She was one of the oldest Twuns in the pack, if not the oldest, and the first turned twun accepted into the pack- she was supposed to serve as a leader figure to all the fellow slightly cannibalistic wolves- and completely cannibalistic wolves- who happened to join the Sensuret pack. Gabryl, as a flesh eater, would probably fit into Nocte's category, as far as Sensuret was concerned.

"As one of the fourth in commands of the Sensuret pack, I officially accept you and all that, as your superior, you are now apart of my wolves, etcetera, etcetera." Nocte said, gazing towards the castle. "Meaning, that as a flesh eating zombie, your's going be be hanging out with a lot of Twuns. Almost every twun is put under my command, since I am intended to almost exclusively lead wolves who need to take vital stuff from other wolves, and I do believe flesh-eaters fit under that category."

[Rivaxorus]

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] "I guess it only makes sense, it'll be a pleasure working under you. And I haven't eaten anyone yet, so maybe that's a good sign. I've only been tearing into animals. Even if I'm not hungry, I am not planning on targeting wolves of the kind. " Gabryl gave a respectful dip of his head as he entered the territory. He sat though, obviously not wanting to be rude. Any wolf like him knowing the position he was in before, he was not a beta, he was a member, he'd follow orders, as long as war was in suit for his desire. His insanity was being held off anyway by the act that he was a living thing, or close to it. He didn't have blood coursing through him like twun's or other creatures. "What do you wish me to know? Or do?" He asked in a polite tone. Gabryl wiggled his tail again, it felt so odd, if not being there. It bothered him, but at the same time, it had been fun to feel sensation like that again. Specially from a giant fat wolf, who literally ate his tail instead of ripping it off. walking "Speaking"