It's Impolite to Stare
She had asked the man to step aside so they could talk, giving a wave of her tail before moving away from the gathered wolves. Paws would carry her out of the oasis, not really to the side of them but it would give them some privacy to speak. In a way, she kind of wanted somebody to notice, her father in particular or maybe her brothers. More for shits and giggles rather than seriously annoy them, after all, she was their only sister, the newest litter being all boys.
In the plains the snow white wolf would sit beside a thin stream, head held high and tail neatly laying over her paws, awaiting Xephyris to join her.
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He followed her to the stream, joining her as she seated herself by the water. He placed himself a few feet away from her, staring into the water's surface. "Congratulations on your new position, Paradox" he said, glancing upon her reflection in the slowly moving water, "Heir to Hellstrom... you're a very important wolf now. You won't have time to mingle with the commoners after this." He chuckled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. Still not looking at her directly, he spoke again. "I'm Xephyris," he mentioned - he knew she had seen him around since Sonticus, but they had never spoken directly to one another, "Pleasure to finally meet you."
Xephyris. At last she had a name to match with the man’s face, and for amusement purposes, her creeper. ”A pleasure.” She replied back simply, giving a small dip of her head before looking straight ahead and into the plains. Silence would fall upon the two wolves, the young woman thinking of how she would share her information with the man and what she would begin to share with him. "As you heard, my father has plans for this place." She begin, voice low so this conversation would stay between the two. "But, I have plans of my own. Which brings me to you." Blue gaze turned to the man, narrowing, growing hard. "I can't share what my plans are just yet, but I would like for you to join me, first as a loyal and hard-working Hellstrom member, then later... something greater." She would give a pause. "Interested, Xephyris?"
"Well of course I'll join you," he rumbled in a low voice, "Just tell me what you'd have me do... I'll let you use me however you like." He offered her a devious wink, tail flicking behind him. He was very curious to find out what she had in mind, but he supposed he would have to wait until the time came. Until then, he'd have to get to know her a little more. "So, what can you tell me?" he asked, quirking a brow as he tilted his head.
When it came to what she could share with him for now, Paradox chuckled in a light manner. ”Prepare yourself. Spars, and don't be shy in asking me for some.” Dark blue eyes was redirected towards his own gaze, tongue running over her fangs. ”Clean I may be, but I do enjoy getting dirty.” Tone held a light growl to it, her words meaning one thing or another, depending on how he took it. ”Refrain from giving information about yourself, give a false name and lie about your intentions with others.” It was asking a lot, things she wasn't fully sure he would be able to do completely. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. ”Observe without being seen, take notes of sights and smells, nit pick your abilities and weaknesses.” She paused, smiling uncomfortably sweet. It was all important to follow. "I do not take kindly to being crossed, do you understand?"
There were more important things to think about first - he'd have to make himself useful and prove his worth before he came close to getting what he wanted. He needed to get stronger, he needed to rise in the ranks. He needed to make a name for himself. Taking a breath, he focused his attention on Paradox's words, quirking a brow with interest as she asked him to keep his identity a secret. To seek information, sneak around and lie. This vixen would have him wrapped around her paw in no time. "Sounds like you know how to have fun," he said with amusement, then trying to be a little more serious, he rumbled, "Are we talking secrecy with outsiders, or should I remain reserved with the pack as well?" He had no trouble keeping quiet and to himself, and he had always been a keen observer.
Then she would smile, a sickeningly sweet smile that just didn't seem right. Her next words would be a warning to him that she would not tolerate a traitor. Xephyris grinned back at her, meeting her eyes with his cold silver gaze. "Neither do I, my dear," he responded with a slight edge, his tone low and gravelly, "So you needn't worry about me crossing you. I may be cruel to my enemies, but to my pack, loyalty is everything." Silence followed his words as he stared at her, the grin never leaving his face. How far could he push her? What would she tolerate, and at what point did she swipe her claws across his muzzle?