The carnelian and white male walked through the forest, weaving through the tall pines as he explored the lands of Starfall. He had washed up on Starfall Shores not too long ago, but enough time had passed that Karr had to dedicate himself to a pack. The warrior prowess coursed through his veins, having only been enhanced with this…bloodline…as many called it, upon his pelt. He was now marked with piebald patterns, it spotting what used to be his spotless, snow-white pelt with patches of bald spots that shimmered with that red-orange sheen of the carnelian gemstone. Oh, who was he kidding – the carnelian conveniently covered many of his past scars nicely, particularly the patch on the side of his face and maw. He shuddered just thinking about that battle. Karr shook his head to dismiss the thought.

His bright cyan eyes carefully examined his surroundings as he headed towards Nightingale, from which a pack meeting call had echoed from moments before. In that call there was also an invitation to those without a pack, which was the category of wolves Karr fell into. Sure, he had scouted out many of the packs, and frankly had his eyes most on Dawnshire, but they seemed so…dead. He needed somewhat more of a lively place, but not too crowded. Somewhere he could easily grow; ideally, he wanted to be a delta, given his prior combat experience. The ivory lad hesitated at the border, the marking faint. It smelled masculine, but the call had sounded much more feminine. With confusion and slight concern, he gently stepped over the border and into Nightingale lands.

Upon reaching the pack meeting, his cyan eyes immediately noticed three of the wolves with draconic features, while a lass with a single horn stood near the dracarae woman who was pedestaled up. He assumed that dracarae was the one who called. Karr turned his direction to her and dipped his head in a partial bow. ”Your majesty. My name is Karr, and I hope that you will take me in as a warrior for Nightingale.” He then backed up and found an empty portion of the forming circle to occupy, near the lass who wasn’t a dracarae. He turned his head to her and with a smile on his face, he spoke a simple, yet warm greeting despite his cold and formal exterior. “Hello.” She was beautiful, that was certain. But Karr had never had a mate, as most of his life was dedicated to being a warrior, and warriors had no emotions. They were always pushed away, shoved into the deepest parts of him that the carnelian krustallos male had never been able to access.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."