Amongst gods, no one can shine... [OPEN]

A grey form leaped down from an overhanging rock in a fluid motion, landing on the other side of the chasm. The figure was tall and broad, built for war, thick muscles and a sturdy frame. Powerfull jaws and razorsharp talons. Hades lifted his head, ice-blue orbs scanning ahead off him. His body held only one color, a monotone grey coat, with the usual lighter stripes, indicating where his many scars lied. He had left the old lands, now that the war, fueled by hatred and ignorance, had grinded to a halt, and peace took over. Hades held no value to peace, or a "happy" life. His only reason to exist was war, and he knew it. But he wasn't some sort of deranged killer. No, under that massive frame, a veteran of countless victories lied down, ready to calculate a winning path, either by breaking the opponent's will to fight, or by completly destroying them. He held no values for things as love, friendship and such, the only femmes he had beneath him were there to satisfy his lusts, most had been rewards of bloody campaigns, raids or other. How many pups he had, he didn't knew, and didn't cared. He could see who where at first sight though. Next to his massive body, which they surely would have earned, they all would have the distinct, completly grey coat, no matter the mother. It was a prequilavent trait shared by all of the Pantheon Clan, whether they where pure or not. He himslef was pure, as pure as could be.

Now he was in the lands of Fire and Ice, where following the many rumors, conflict and strife where everywhere, being it petty discussions, to outright blood fueds. And Hades knew, where those where, there was always war and thus fighting, the only thing he craved for. But forst he had to find out where these packs where, and he knew he would'nt get far by threatening someone for information. For now. He wandered out of the forest that had bordered with FnI and went on the search.

White legs wandered between the black trees of the forest. Red eyes took in the quiet landscape, the scurrying squirrel, the passing storm clouds overhead. Somewhere, he knew, there was a terrible tempest raging, but he was far too east to get hit by it. The sun poked through these clouds here and there, spotting the forest floor, and making bright patches on his dark and peppered back. He truly was wandering, nothing quite in his aim - not hunger, not thirst, not even a mate. And the packs? Well... His brother was already in one, and he had yet to return. How curiously opposite things were turning out for the two of them...

Lean form took him out to the wastes, where the earth was hard and brown, but not burning like the desert. It was cold, permafrosted. Auds perked and his head lifted, spying a dark-hued wolf leaping over the chasm that separated the lands of Fire and Ice from all others. It had been quite some time since he had held conversation. The wolf approached and did yet take notice of him, and so he turned his way.

By the way he walked, Leto could tell that he was not a wolf from these lands; but he held nothing against him, for he was neither. "Nice to see another stranger in these strange lands," he greeted, his voice soft and tenor, pausing briefly at the bru's side. He didn't know if he would want to talk, for he might be on a business of sorts, but Leto had wandered the outlying borders of the lands long enough to become a guide to travelers looking for directions.

He listened to Leto's description of the leader of Muerta, the so called Akira, but gave it no more thought. He would see and judge for himself, and at the end the choice was Akira's, or she would recruit him, or she wouldn't, and thus gave an opportunity to her concurrents to get Hades. Which could bring her pack in trouble. So, she actually has not much choice then hiring him. And Hades knew that good enough to make use of it. "And what are the odds that Muerta goes out for fighting soon? And what are the packs allegiances to eachother?" It would be intresting to know who his future enemies could be, and what they were made of. It would be a week travel, altough Hades was pretty sure he could do it in a half of a week, that is, if he had known the way. After all, it had been pretty convenient that he had run into Leto.

"Let's get going, I am starting to grow hungry." His massive body started to move, without following a real direction, as he thought his movement would trigger a response with Leto. "While we're going to travel, there will be some chance to hunt, I hope." He could do long time without any kind of nutrition, but he was already running low on reserves. A tasty pheasant could go in now anytime. Or perhaps two...

"I think it's better to hunt together, I am pretty bad at it I guess." And he knew he was. He had no time to go hunting when there where wars to be fought out. It was mostly served to him. But he wasn't fighting now, so he guessed he ad to do it the traditional way. By himself that was. He really aprecciated Leto being here, becuase otherwise he would have wandered trough the lands for months without directio, and there would have been a load more hunting to be done. "So, what are we looking for?" Having no idea on what game could possibly be around here, he trusted on Leto's seemingly bottomless pit of wisdom to get them to their meal.