[I will Rule]Nigara[The World]

As the sun’s golden rays began to leak over the land, a large figure stood upon an enormous cliff. Titan Cliff to be exact. It was the largest cliff upon the land, and often said to be most dangerous. One wrong move and you would be nothing more than a ripped up, dead pile of meat at the bottom. With the facts, and stories of this cliff you would think all would try to avoid it, fear it if they were smart, and yet this creature, which stood at the very edge, held no fear upon his face. His head was held high, chest puffed out and hackles were raised on his back. Those who could see him would think he was insane. In some aspects that was true. This was no ordinary male. He was psychotic, mean and held no fear of anything.

Where he stood made him feel like he owned the world, and that every creature below him were nothing but specks. It was an ego booster indeed, though Nigara really didn’t need it. Cold, dead eyes glared down at the trees and rocks below him. His whole body was stiff as a harsh wind whipped through the land. His golden fur shifted a bit on his large body though didn’t move other than that. His gaze had shifted to the land of the Anana wolves. His gut was now churning with hate as he growled loudly to himself.

What he wouldn’t give to just rule everything, to be a god so he could destroy all who try to rise up to his level. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, almost making a hissing sound through his yellowed teeth. Afterward he ran his tongue over his teeth, then his muzzle. His claws jerked and ripped at the rock below them, the holes only being refilled as if by sand, though you would find it was solid stone.

He shook his head and lowered his rump to the ground, his tail curling around his paws, ears pinned to his skull. What was he doing up here you ask? Thinking. Plotting really. He was planning on what he would do once he was powerful enough to be a god. Like that would ever happen, but he could dream right? His eyes flicked down again, staring down the 500 foot drop only centimeters from his paws. The look on his face was that of a dare. He was daring the cliff to try to take him. Cocky wolf he was, but it kept him alive.

Zyra moved effortlessly through the rough brush lining the edge of the cliff. Her thin lithe form was almost ghostly amongst the stark darkness of the surrounding area and the thick fog that hid the bottom of the cliff. It was never really visible no matter what the day or type of weather.

Her eyes focused just briefly on the thick white mass as she stood some feet from the edge and peered over. Fear, was not an attribute of hers, especially not with this cliff. She did not like fear felt it was a foolish thing that accomplished nothing much more than making a wolf weak. Anana was weak, Anana feared and they knew just as well of what Tatkret could do. But then were those stories she had heard since birth, true? For all she thought they couldn't be and she especially did not want to think that Anana had something of a greater power than Tatkret could ever accomplish.

She shook her head from the distracting fog that had taken her thoughts elsewhere as she padded forth again. The cliff edge twisted sharply to the left and it was then that Zyra came upon Nigara. She stopped dead in her tracks for a second as she watched the series of odd expressions crossing his features. She moved forward again slowly, slinking along the ground almost, "Well, well what do we have here?"