MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
07-01-2013, 08:09 PM
Patrolling the borders once again, the Seracian esquire felt ill at ease, restless. He couldn't find himself to stay still. He couldn't just idly sit around in his den, waiting for something to happen. He had to move, to do something. And so he was patrolling the border, watching out for any want to be intruders or rogues looking to see if they could join. And it was while on this patrol that Pontifex caught the call of a stranger at the borders. By the tone, he could tell it was a woman, but she didn't sound like someone who was looking to try and join Seracia. It sounded like she had news. Surely Gerhardt had heard the call and was already there? Wanting to offer any service that he could, the dual-hued brute spurred himself into action, powerful limbs carrying him to the border, where his golden gaze spotted the smaller figure of an obsidian woman, his king no where in sight. May I help you ma'am? Ever respectful, the esquire approached the dark woman, wondering what exactly it was that she was here for.
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07-09-2013, 10:26 AM
The arrival of another wolf, a sandy colored female who seemed to be a newer member, was met by a slight flick of Kamala's tail as she inclined her head in greeting. "My name is Kamala, Grand Duchess of Seracia." She introduced herself to this Switchback. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Kamala inclined her head slightly in the other's direction before turning her attention towards the black female who had summoned them there. Medusa. Medusa. No, the name didn't ring any bells, but Kamala inclined her head slightly. "Congratulations on winning Amenti," Kamala began blandly enough, keeping her voice polite, "As my father and brother aren't around, I suppose that I am the highest ranked wolf who can answer your call." Kamala paused, glancing at the other Seracians who had arrived. She knew that she could not speak for her father; he might very well disagree with whatever decision that she made, but she would handle this to the best of her abilities. "I am sure that an agreement can be reached, but I do have a question for you first; what ideals do you plan to give to the Amenti that you will lead? And what do you know of Seracia?" Well, okay, that was two questions, but Kamala was curious, in her own way. Names. Ah, yes, of course. Kamala twitched her tail slightly, "My apologies, lady Medusa. My name is Kamala." Where had her manners gone? |
07-12-2013, 06:09 PM
Not long after his approach, two other wolves had come to answer the midnight woman's call as well. Switchback, the young she-wolf he had met a few weeks ago during his call to his king about the deceased seracian woman, came to the call, offering him a greeting. Hello Switchback, it's nice to see you again. His attention turned to the second female, the ivory, russet stained one. Kamala. He remembered his sister Loccian telling him a little about the Grand Duchess and he was pleased that she recognize him despite it being his first time ever meeting the young woman. Greeting Ms. Kamala. A bow of respect was presented to the ivory dame before the esquire turned his attention back to the midnight woman, onyx ears tipping forward with attention as she began to speak.
My name is Medusa, and perhaps none of you knew me before, but you will know me now. I have beaten Newt of Amenti in a challenge for the pack and taken it for my own. I think it is therefore obvious as to why I am here. I am closely allied with Ludicael, and I have met your King before. I wish to know if our packs can come to an agreement of sorts. He ignored her first bit, noting the suggestive nature of her question, instead focusing on her next set of words. Medusa was her name and she apparently had challenged for the pack Amenti, and beaten the queen named Newt. And now she was here requesting some sort of agreement. Agreement for what? Pontifex looked towards Kamala, knowing that the younger dame was higher ranked than him, therefore these matters had to be handled by her. Haunches folded beneath the dark man as he watched his duchess question the new queen Medusa, vocals kept silent, simply content with offering up his support.
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07-17-2013, 07:22 PM
Switchback
...and the home of the wolf will be my home.
Switchback dipped her head to Kamala and then to Pontifex, it was good to be around other wolves from Seracia. Then, trying not to step out of line, she sat down and began to listen to the conversation between the mysterious Amenti leader and her fellow pack members. As she listened she tried to figure out what Medusa was trying ask for. She had mentioned some kind of agreement, but that hardly narrowed it down. Their was endless possibilities of what she was talking about, and Switchback was completely oblivious of what the midnight woman was trying to hint at. For all she knew the she-wolf wanted to trade prey or pack members. Anything could be a possibility. The blue eyed she-wolf also seemed to be skirting around the topic of an agreement, and had started to compliment Seracia. Was she buttering up the situation for some awful surprise? Or was this agreement she had spoken of something that was a huge thing to ask for? Either way, Switchback was beginning to get suspicious and wary of this Amenti leader. Why was she being so elusive? The actual suggestion of an agreement should have already been cleared up for the Sercian wolves to understand. Narrowing her eyes Switchback stared at Medusa, quietly flicking her tail back and forth. She wanted to ask why the black wolf was complimenting Seracia so much, but the honey and cream she-wolf held her tongue. She had never actualy dealt with pack politics, and had no clue if this was normal. So with a final tilt of her head, Switchback stretched her paws out onto the ground in front of her and waited for the conversation to advance.
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