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Circles, circles, circles. Tiberius seemed to be stalking his own tail, wandering this way and that after it, wearing patterns into the delicate new grass beneath his paws. He grinned down at the crushed blades between nips at his own fur, the poor growing things hadn't a chance. Back and forth, back and forth, never losing a beat. Night and day was remembering his past, sinking deeper inwards as his insanity showed more and more outwards. He spun so fast he fell to the ground, prone on his side, and laughed up at darkening wispy clouds. It was a mad cackle that echoed through the treetops, pierced the last light of sunset spilling through the canopy over him. Where was he? Tiberius had forgotten. All that he could see now, and all he could hear was a distant voice, Don't worry, I won't tell. Its okay Tib, you didn't mean it.

A shy smile. Oh how he loved finally tearing into her. It had killed his quiet nature as well, made the light and the sunrise shut his eyes and refuse to look. But that was useless now, here he was in the present. Here here, lying dizzy on the forest floor, atop crushed leaves and grass. The sky stopped spinning. He sat up and shook the broken leaves out of his fur, grinning a crazed, almost frothy grin. His neck bristled and lay down as a matter of course before the sadistic expression faded. Tiberius paused to look up at the coming night and the clear, crisp stars and moon. He liked it, nighttime. It was when he fit in when all else failed. After all, no one understood him. Night and day, sunset and sunrise, he was bound to be alone and hated forever. He deserved no better, after what he had done, and he reveled in it, for the most part.

Sudden noise through the dark. Tiberius sprang to his feet and bristled head to toe, wary. None were supposed to interrupt his night of thought! And he couldn't see anyone, but he could smell another wolf. Male. Close. Deep blue eyes scanned for movement, and came to rest on stars weaving through the trees. What? But of course stars walk on the earth, some were on his own coat, were they not?

Silently he crept a little closer, stirring not a crackle from the forest floor. Indeed this was a wolf, and not some trick beyond his reckoning. He may have taken a moment to muse on the coat coloration, and its similarity to his own muzzle and chest, if he had not been so stirred into unneeded anger.

A deep, menacing snarl announced Tiberius' presence. His head and tail rose, and the mane around his neck and the patch down his back looked as though it were charged with unending static, completely upright. The night and day had not wanted to be found, and certainly not by a male. A female perhaps he could have had fun with, but this, this was uncalled for and rude. Boldly the hostile wolf took a few stiff steps toward the stars moving along a grown-over path, his teeth flashing like a beacon in the night.

Deep blue claws trenched themselves into the earth softened by melting snow, and Tiber gave Equus a full view of every millimeter of his canines. He was here first, and had no reason to let an intrusive young male be at ease in his presence. His ears moved full forward as a second low, gutteral, grinding snarl escaped his throat and carried through the night. Eyes narrowed to slits as he glared daggers at his supposed intruder. "Flee, lest thou have much sorow to gete thine pieces together agayne." The crazed wolf's voice was rumbling and deep, like his snarl, and for the moment carried a strange, heavy accent. The threat in the words was heavy to those who could discern it, Tiberius would tear Equus to shreds and leave him in agony if given the chance, and at no provocation whatsoever.

Bunching himself, Tiber prepared to lunge. He was of stocky build, and his legs were long, two bounds could carry him the full distance.

Done no wrong he says! He hadn't even the courtesy to announce himself! We should run him down now. A quiet whisper followed this loud demand on his mind, but it was lost. Never loud enough to catch his attention was that second one, he had given up long ago. Tiberius launched himself at Equus, his teeth itching to snap around the muzzle of the night wolf.

Tiberius snapped down on the throat of the other wolf, sinking not quite as deep as he would have wanted, but fair enough nonetheless. Almost simultaneously, he felt a good tuft of fur being tugged from his own shoulder. Paws grappled with the ground for footing as he was knocked a little sideways from the impact of the two bodies. It was enough for him to be sent into a blind rage, tinges of red flared on the edges of his vision. He took a moment to calm himself just a little. Fighting blindly would get him seriously hurt by a young, completely inexeperienced wolf. Tiberius bared his crimson canines, and lavishly licked the blood from his teeth with a satisfied growl. The motion and his expression well accomplished what they were intended to, the night and day male looked utterly mad and horrifying, and he reveled in it. Slyly he watched the glint of crimson grow against the black wolf's coat, trickling down to his chest.

"How does it feel?" Strangely, his voice had changed, or changed back, to a more normal accent. Which was the real speech pattern was difficult to know. "You run blindly into battle, instead of following a smart suggestion and fleeing. So tell me, how does it feel? Do you like the pain?" A sick, twisted grin curled along Tiberius' lips, an expression that spoke volumes to his state of mind. The fur on his neck and back was rising again as he gauged the younger, smaller wolf for a second charge. Yes, this would be easy. He took a pair of heavy, threatening steps forward.

((I won't. xD There's a failsafe for that in here somewhere.))

Night threw back its head and howled with scalding laughter. Oh how wrong they all were! A wound, a sickness they called it! The loss of a mind! The mind itself was a changing force like the wind or the ocean tide, fluid and free to take whatever course it desired. And here, a young little whip of boldness had an inkling to insult what assailed Tiberius like he understood, or even began to fathom what was wrong or what he desired. There was only one such wolf who'd truely known, and he was fairly certain that he'd killed her.

Teal swirled forepaws moved menacingly after Equul in the dark, a bright pink tail arched up and bristled in a show of power. He was ignoring the starred wolf's feeble attempt at being tough. This other had been shown to be weak, and had best flee before Tiber was upon him again. "You are wrong, young wolf." He stalked forward as though stalking prey, his will slowly bending towards wanting to see Equul raked out on the forest floor, begging for aid which would not come. No, he would not be a good conversationalist much longer, such a shame, such a shame. Watching the fear quiver behind the intruder's eyes had been lovely entertaining. "If the young wulf is not careful, he will find himself broken at the feet of madness and left for crows." Vision was becoming narrowed, Equul was filling up his eyes. Tiberius' pupils contracted and he bristled like a hunter who was about to take down a sure meal. A mad snarl started in the back of his throat again, yes, it was like he could see it and taste it already. Something to fulfill his lust again finally. "And so young and foolish may get his wish, all for not taking the advice of a mad wolf. Run, and pray to every star you dash under that I cannot catch thee, for one stumble or loss of pace will leave thine life strung by a hair."

One threatening lunge closed half the distance between them. Glistening teeth still tinged crimson reflected the moon above. Drowning pools of deep blue glared hatefully over Equul, and yet the same time he was given a chance, as though a string ready to snap was holding something in Tiberius back.

Cackling evilly Tiber stepped aside both to dodge snapping teeth and allow Equus passage. A runner a runner, round and round and back to mother, yes, flee you fool. Run like a flying night cloud. Keep your pace or die!

Tiberius gave his prey a few bounds head start before chasing after his tail with snapping teeth and wild sounds. He was a flurry at the starred wolf's heels right up to the edge of Phib's grounds. The wolf was mad, not stupid. A spin this way, and a spin that way, and he called chillingly after the escaping wolf, "I'll be sure to see you again!" Laughing more, Tiber took a few bounds away from the packland border and let an icy howl erupt from his throat, a call that carried for some miles, echoing back off of distant forests. He would remember to where the other had fled, but for now it was back to a night of solitude. There was no use chasing onto the grounds of a large pack, oh no, not for Tiberius. One wolf in a sea of wolves had no hope, none at all. He trotted back, crushing the new grass under his paws as he went.