ALL THE SINNERS CRAWL
Cormalin |
Cormalin had been enjoying a pleasant, strolling patrol along the borders of Valhalla when he heard the call of the unfamiliar wolf. It didn?t have the tones of a wolf seeking entrance as a member, now the rankling challenge of a fool out for trouble. Merely a summons. His path averted and he took off at a light trot, thick black fur rippling over muscles that were still hard and strong, despite Spring?s arrival that brought his eighth year of life to come. His fine condition was due in part to Erani?s constant badgering t stay active and eat herbs that would boost his health. And when Surreal and the other two girls that were his nieces added to it, how could anyone say no, or maybe later. It was a part of Valhalla that he loved. His family. Valhalla was strong with Love, and united in Loyalty. He was proud to be a Beta here. He just wished Akana and their children could have come to this family sooner. He forced his mind away from his thoughts as he came upon the dark female, and immediately he was reserved about the female. He had a strong sense of perception, and was second best only to Erani when it came to reading someone. This female could be trouble, or she could be an asset. He studied her. She held herself as though in pain, and she bore marks of recent battle. None of the injury he could see seemed serious to the point of needing to call the nearest healer, however. The lass mostly looked exhausted. The large black Beta dipped his head in a polite nod, then spoke, baritone voice neutral, but interested, the mild Irish hints and British accent rolling some words. ?Good day, Madam. What brings you to Valhalla?s borders?? The formal greeting to a stranger. He knew that Chrysanthe, or Aislyn would be here soon enough. |
She had heard her, smelled her coming, was curious as to what had brought her. If she was smart about this, felt the tension in the air after she had managed to win - she would be coming for protection. An alliance. And honestly Chrysanthe was on the fence about doing so. She respected Medusa, but that did not mean that taking her side in this made for the most intelligent of choices. How many would side with the old queen and her followers? How many enemies had she made in claiming Amenti? Yet at the same time, there was no better pack to seek solace in than Valhalla - they were huge, and they held treaties with nearly every pack within these lands.
Treaties in war though, were easily broken. Did she want to break the dam that kept this pack on top?
"And so the new Queen makes time for us. Far sooner than I expected... Congratulations on winning Amenti - that was a spectacular battle." Her congratulations were laced with amusement, but she dipped her head in respect. With that she would wait for the female to explain what exactly was on her mind to bring her to the borders.
Cormalin |
Cormalin didn?t think much of this female. She appeared to be one of those who enjoyed toying with others, from the purr she uttered at him as she spoke. One horizontal point of the four point white star quirked upward at the words, though that was his only discernable reaction. Inwardly, he grinned as he thought of what Akana would have said in response. For a dainty, tiny lady, she had a spicy sense of humor. Green eyes glittering in mirth, she could have cut a wolf down with a few cutting words, and stood them back up again with a playful joke. The black female spoke again, and he nodded. She wasn?t long at all in waiting. Chrysanthe came into the scene at that moment, and he gave the young alpha a wave of his tail in welcome and stepped off to the side, watching the following conversation. It seemed males weren?t the only gender that this female purred at. Chrysanthe seemed to have seen this lass fighting, and complimented her thus, and then the female got to the point of her visit. Her words caught his curiosity, and he listened. So Amenti?s alpha had been overthrown by this Medusa. The wondered if she would be any better. From what he?d heard of Amenti, it had gone by another name, had once been a female dominated pack, and then had been taken over and been renamed. Its morals seemed to have darkened over time, and he?d heard that it considered itself a legion of assassins. He?d heard a great deal of tales about the male Alpha, Kaios, and non of them were good.
He looked to Chrysanthe, wondering what she was thinking. The choice of an Alliance with Medusa was hers, though if she wanted to speak to the Council about it first, he?d happily give his own guidance. His mismatched blue and gold gaze turned to the black Madame. ?As for myself, I haven?t heard many bad things about Newt, however, her mate has been spoken of at length. I?ve heard tell that he is a rapist, and a cannibal, readily gets into fights, and that half the packs have a price on his pelt. My opinion of him, obviously, is very low, and may he find a swift demise for his wrongdoings. |
Once again Deteste found himself trotting heavily in the trail of Medusa's diplomacy. He almost hoped that her lack of consultation would end in something detrimental. But he didn't. He was patient and he was tolerant. At least he was not extremely late to the show this time. This was the first time Deteste had entered Valhallan lands, though he had met many respectable Valhallan members. There was one in particular that had he liked best. It was the beta, Cormalin and Deteste wondered whether or not he would see him in his time here. It wasn't long until he could hear conversation a short distance from himself. As usual Deteste paused to collect himself and steadied his rushed gait. He could hear his name being spoken. It was funny how alike this experience was with the Amenti meeting.
Slightly distracted by the need to rush Deteste did not distinguish the speaker but only what was spoke and he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Cormalin who spoke them. Hello he greeted curtly, desiring not to interrupt any planned words between them. Having just arrived Deteste was unsure what Medusa had said so far and judging by Cormalin's affect he could tell that first impressions had not gone favorably. He took his position beside Medusa, taking a stance that explained his role in the meeting and his position in Amenti together in one gesture. His glance fell to Chyrsanthe and upon catching her gaze he dipped his crown lowly in proper respects. My lady. he spoke, continuing to keep his greetings short. But before reclining Deteste made sure to offer Cormalin a friendly grin and show his respects in a casual nod. He would surely be confused. Many changes had occurred since their last meeting. But Deteste was glad that they would have something to talk about.
"speech"
"If you are closely tied with Ludicael, Valhalla will have no problem with you. You have our ear should you want it, and the right to be escorted into our lands as guests." Jupiter wouldn't send enemies knocking at their borders. The last to arrive was a dark male, one that she did not recognize, but smelled to be a mixture of Amenti and Ludicael. She greeted him with a nod of her own, before looking back to Medusa. "As for our standing beside you in battle, I would like to know more about your pack first. It has remained a mystery for some time now." She was curious as to how large it was, and what it stood for, if it had any sort of moral standpoint at all. Chrysanthe needed more than being a friend's friend to risk her pack's lives and well being. The alpha assumed that she knew a bit about Valhalla, they were somewhat well known - but if there was anything she or the dark male wanted to know, then she would answer her. "Do you have enemies that we should know about?"
Hearing the dark female speak of her bond with Jupiter, she didn't question just how close that the two were. Their relationship wasn't her business, but the bond between their packs was. Chrysanthe wouldn't take the amount of followers that the dark woman had under speculation just yet, Amenti was new, they would need time, and the young woman was willing to give them that. "If she went after Ludicael, Valhalla would assist as well." It was something that she had in common with the dark woman, and honestly it was enough to forge something of a bond between their packs on.
The way that she ran her pack was interesting. It wasn't something that the Adravendi was expecting, and a part of her wondered how a place so neutral would manage to stand on it's own. A pack needed morals, viewpoints, in order to become a unit - at least, that was what she understood about Valhalla. Perhaps Amenti would succeed in this, having a place for wolves of all walks of life to settle so long as they pulled their weight and didn't stir up unneccesary trouble.
Thinking it over a final moment, she knew that she had a decision in mind. She wanted to be connected to the packs of Alacritia. Perhaps true friendship could not be offered to every single pack here - but she would respond positively to the olive branch extended to her by the leaders of Amenti. "Your pack sounds interesting, it is nothing at all like Valhalla, but to some I am sure that it has its charms. I wish you well in your new position of leadership Medusa, Deteste." He was not new to leading, but he was new to being Amenti's leader.
"Consider Amenti and Valhalla allies - should you ever need us just call at the borders. Our warriors will aide you and our healers will assist your wounded. I look forward to our alliance." Perhaps a joint meeting was in order? Or perhaps the high ranking members of the two groups could get acquainted? Either way, the future looked pleasant for interactions between the two packs. "I will keep an eye out for Newt and her followers." If she heard anything, she would keep Medusa in mind.
If that was all, this meeting could be adjourned.
Cormalin |
Speak of the wolf, and here he comes. Cormalin greeted Deteste with a wag, a smile and a nod, then turned his attention to Chrysanthe?s next words. He listened with interest, pleased when she asked good questions, and interested to hear the Madame of Amenti?s answers. Full tail curled about his haunches as he listened to her replies. A curious glance was cast to Deteste at the news that he was the Master of Amenti. Stability for Amenti, but what about Ludicael. Last he had heard, Jupiter had been pregnant. She would have had the children long before now, according to how pregnant he?d heard she was when she came to secure an alliance with Valhalla. Medusa went on, and an brow point arched as she emphasized the word bond in relation to Jupiter. The lady sounded possessive. Interesting. One ear flicked back as she offered that same bond to them. He didn?t think he wanted that sort of bond. Finally, Medusa came down to the list of enemies. It wasn?t large, only two points, but how many of those who had been under Newt?s rule were still openly loyal, and how many were biding their time? The old story Bear the Elder had told him and his siblings when they were pups came to mind. Next, Medusa was naming the new nature of Amenti. A faint frown pulled at his brow. What was to stop a member of such a pack from trying to steal the status of Alpha? He would just have to wait and see what would come of this pack. Mismatched eyes slid to watch Chrysanthe take in the information. She did well. Her second alliance made in her rule and she hadn?t been and Alpha for more than two seasons. He nodded in agreement. And Alliance would be good. He rose. ?If I may be excused, Ladies, Deteste, my sister wanted me to watch her children for the night. She wanted to get some air. I get to be the doting uncle tonight.? He chuckled, winking to Deteste, then bowed his head and padded away to continue his patrol before going to relieve his sister from rambunctious pups. -EXIT CORMALIN- |