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King's locker was mostly for two things. Snacks and spare supplies. He kept his books in his dorm most of the time, enjoying the ability to have them on hand at all house. Sadly, the other day he'd made this mistake of putting them in his locker and leaving them. Normally it wouldn't have been a mistake, it would have been fine.

Normally.

But then, arriving to see another student hissing, (the smell of cat making his tail jolt upright for a few seconds as he watched her. She looked familiar.. just a bit.) the wolfos looked to his own locker.

"....I am not a puppy." He growled under his breath opening it warily. There were no tuna cans in his, but.... water. From the looks of it the gnomes had packed his locker with snow, but not before stealing his food. All his books were soaked. Growling, he lifted one book out only to have it fall apart on the floor with a wet thump.

Glancing over to the ghoul with the... tuna, he sighed. "I don't suppose you know why they did this?" He was nice to gnomes. Well, as nice as one might normally be to gnomes. He paid them well enough didn't he?

She had a point. Gnomes were at the end of the day, gnomes. Couldn't trust em as far as you could throw them, (which King would reluctantly admit was pretty darn far. Gnome tossing was a sport after all... right?)

"I had hoped that I hadn't pissed them off as of late, but maybe it was an old grudge. They seem the time to be overly bitter about some things, no matter how many pumpkin seeds you put in their paws." He tried to pick up another book, but the cover slipped right off. Jack damn it. And school books were expensive too.

Looking to the cans he gave a sniff before huffing and pulling back. Cat hand and fish. Thankfully, fish was the more powerful scent. "Well, better an empty can than tuna all over your things? And no, durian is worse. Tasty fruit, natsy stink." He sniffed at the air with sigh.
"The scent isn't too old.. but the chances it's faded by now are high." Another look to the books. "But it'd be worth it."

A claw tapped on a book while King considered his options. Leave it, and let it rot possibly, or, try to take it. He looked at the soggy pile of mush on the floor, the fallen cover and figured that it was best to leave it for now. Let the locker air out and hope that it didn't get more violated.

What else they could do, he didn't know. He just wished they hadn't ruined his school books, he needed those. Plus so expensive to replace, (his uncle would throw a fit no doubt).

"Hrm, I'll let the air out a bit. If I'm lucky... maybe one will be spare." He didn't sound very confident. Sniffing the air as she opened on of her books, the wolfos shook his head. "I payed them well and then this happens. Suppose it was foolish to think they might not torment me so. Or could be revenge. Gnome tossing... days of my youth I should have spent studying."

A sniff to the air and he found the slightest trail. Crouching down he sniffed again. "Durian is fragrant. Some like, some do not. And tug of war... like.. a torture?" Ear twitched at that. "....Not sure if it would be allowed. I just would like them to replace the books really." Looking down the hall he motioned. "Shall we?"

He gave her a look as she talked about punting gnomes. Sure it felt good but- "I was raised to treat others how one wished to be treated. An alpha cannot hope to lead a pack by fear alone." He shrugged, leaning down again to catch the scent once more.

"Fear only works so long, and eventually turns into hate. I've seen another pack kill their alpha for how he treated them. It is simply not good in the long run." Ruling with fear worked only to a point. After that you were just asking for trouble.

Following the trail he ignored the whipped dog comment. "Revenge is useful at times, though not always helpful. Like ruling with fear it can have rather disastrous results." The sound of little feet in the distance. "Not that one shouldn't tempt fate, just be aware of it." He cracked his hand, itching to at least hammer home the point of not ruining his things.

She was pretty much on mark, they treated him rather poorly overall, thought there had been rare exceptions. "That is true, they did not do much to encourage kindness did they not?" Thankfully for Riyo, King just thought any attitude was due to the gnomes and lockers. He couldn't blame her for that after all.

Smiling, fangs showing, the wolfos pulled off his coat, beads held to not cause any noise. Nodding, he made no move to hide his presence. "Hello Gnomes." The small men froze, one holding a half eaten can of tuna in hand, another with a bucket of half melted snow. Other had paint, some with glitter.

Growling, the wolfos dove for them, claws trying to find them. That wasn't to say they made it easy. Glitter, tuna, slush, paint, it was thrown but King was determined to get one of them and make them regret it.

The gnomes were putting up a fight but slowly, they were catching onto the fact that neither Riyo nor King seemed to care about the weapons they were using. Glitter was sticking, paint was splashing, but nothing seemed to stop the pair of students in their attack.

King's claws found one gnome, glitter and snow in it's grubby little hands. Growling, the other gnomes had begun to flee. And King didn't give chase, rather focusing on the gnome in hand. Picking the kicking gnome, King carried it to one of the open lockers, smiling. "I do not ask for much from you and your kin. But I will not tolerate the destruction of my property." Gnome's head shoved on the rim, King slammed the locker door, knocking the gnome out, as well as leaving a nasty bruise.

Smiling, he looked at Riyo as he picked the gnomes pockets. A good number of silver seeds. A start to replace his books. "Think this is a good warning, or should we do more?"

A wedgie? That sounded... rather painful. But a fitting punishment. Following the instructions he reached to pull the gnome's underthings up... only to find it didn't have any. Making a slightly mortifed face, he put the gnome into the locker as left it for someone to find.

It was a start at least.

Turning just in time to see the gnome running off and Riyo with a face of plant matter. Unsure he took a step closer and- "Oh." That smell he knew. They had used it to lure wild cats from their territory. "Do you... need to lie down?" His tail flicked. Some cats were very content. Others?

They would rip your face off.