The female appeared to the meeting since she was new to the pack. Her emerald orbs scanned the area to see many wolves she didn't know, but she did know a few faces that were before her. She lied down by herself and listened to the talking of the pack amongst each other as she tried to keep herself from interfering.

Her ebony claws dug into the earth as she left a paw print, her orbs shimmered a small, green light as the talking of the pack continued to ring in her ears. In fact, she didn't even know she was supposed to be here. But she was part of the pack, and if she got punished then so be it.

Her boys were off, she did not know where but she trusted that they would be fine, or at least hoped so. She could feel something big coming, pressure building in the air and the slight breeze that had been blowing seemed to be picking up some. The vixen did her best to bury her worries though as she continued her stroll about the pack lands, a call from her king echoed serenely off the pines and she stopped, head lifting. With a shrug she would head off in the direction of the call, earthy paws carrying her across the pack lands at an easy lope. Upon arriving she scanned the crowd a small smile gracing ebony lips at the sight of her son. Kyung had not arrived yet is seemed but she doubted he would take long. She made her way around the gathered wolves before stopping to give the royal pair a respectful dip of the head and seating herself off to the side, though closer to the center of the gathered wolves. Speech,

The race was on, the white rodent darting away in a zigzag, the young boy chasing after it as best as he could. Kyung's mother had promised to teach them how to hunt soon but it the black boy was eager to learn it soon, he had spotted the rabbit and figured he might as well try his paw at it. As it turned out it was more work than he had thought and the rabbit was quickly leaving him in the dust, matters would not go any better for the boy as a call priced his concentration, causing him to trip on a raised root and go tumbling forwards. He lifted himself from the ground with a sigh and shook out his pelt. Duty called it seemed, he trotted off towards the call knowing that there would be trouble if he didn't show up, if not from his father directly it would be from his mother. He arrived shortly seeing his mother seat herself but loping over to his brother and looking up to his father and aunt, two pups standing with them. "Two more brothers?" He asked to no one in particular, unaware that his own full-blooded brother had asked that question not that much earlier. He stood for a moment longer, looking over to his mother and wagging his tail at her before seating himself next to Rin. Talk like this

Irune Ezra Armada

She would wait awhile for Vereux to respond before looking around. In no time her mother joined the meeting and her tail wagged. She was about to go over when some other female came up to her mother. The stranger looked like she had had a rough couple of days, actually make that months. She watched the exchange between them, amber eyes confused. Eris seemed pleased to see this stranger but why? She stood up and raced over she run under her mother's belly and peek up between her front legs. She leaned into Eris's left leg and stared at the woman. She looked like she was in bad shape and Irune couldn't help but want to fix that.Momma can she have some lavender to help ease her stress and worries? She can have some of my special stash. She said softly, twisting her head to look up. Since the day she had gotten into the herb she had went to get her own pile so as not to mess with her mother's stock. She stepped forwards with ears slightly back and tail wagging in greeting.My names Irune, whats your name?Something about this female compelled her. She wanted to know her, lend a helping paw. Her firey amber eyes stared up at the once Queen kindly. Could this female train her to be a warrior? Well that was after momma and her took care of her and she was all better. She sat down between them, eyes looking at the others, noting Ky. She yipped a greeting towards him, tail wagging before her attention return to her mother nd the stranger.

She would stare at her friend, feeling her daughter press into her leg. She was silent for moments, staring at Argent, taking in the words of the former Queen. Glancing at Vereux, she nodded absentmindedly. "Of course, I'll tend to him after the meeting, and I'll tend to you." She spoke pointedly, glancing at the woman. Glancing at Vereux, she would speak louder, "Vereux, please see me after the meeting." Her careful golden eyes wouldn't miss the arrival of Genesis, another of Argent's children and his display of emotion, though her attention would shift primarily to her daughter. Lowering her head, she would speak to Irune, "That's a good idea, sweetie. We'll let Isardis speak, then we'll take care of everyone. Will you help me?" She was glad her daughter had taken an interest in herbs, it was nice to have someone to teach, and when pups were hurt and injured, Irune was very helpful in calming them down and providing good company. She was immensely proud of her young daughter. Terribly proud, and she couldn't wait until Argent could officially meet her. Glancing back at Argent, as her daughter introduced herself, she would smile slightly, glad that the queen had returned to her lands, though she wondered if Argent would again claim her crown. Turning her golden eyes to the royal pair, she vaguely wondered if there could be two queens. Sendoa was a proud and strong woman, as Argent was, it was no question why Isardis saw them both fit to be queens. Speech...

When the summons of the albino king rang through the land, he abandoned the trail of hares that he had been tracking with a sigh. His stomach rumbled loudly, he was hungry, but he wouldn't keep the pack waiting. Turning, the lean boy moved quickly towards the meeting place, his pace eating at the ground- strides covering it quickly, heart thrumming in his chest. When he would get there, he would see many other wolves, but he would not know most of them. Slipping between the trees, he would take a seat at the edge of the crowd, his rump would find the ground with a soft thump as he attentively watched the crowd, his eye coming to rest on the royal pair. Wagging his tail, where it rested on the ground rustling in the debris, he would let out a woof of greeting and wait. Speech,

Dexter

Things had been slow since his arrival, at least on his end of this dark little world. This place was full of strange wolves, all full of drive and life, but tainted with a darkness far more uncontrolled then his own, the king he hadn't met yet, but he knew he would have to sooner or later, he just didn't think it would be on terms un-other then his own, a silly thought no? Harrison was sleeping soundly buried in the depth of Dexter's fur, the red ball a stain of blood on the black strip that coursed down his spine. The razorback bristled against the pressure that was rising, he could feel it, he knew the red panda could, and he knew everything else could as well, the heavy hand of the weather was pushing on them all, but what it was gathering to be he didn't know. A sound ripped through his consciousness that could only have come from the King himself and he sighed, really? Now? How unfortunate. At this moment the speckled beast had been staring at a rabbit, not fat, but not starving either. Today was one of those days he needed to eat, it wasn't often that he felt this urge, but it was with a roaring belly that he couldn't disagree, and when the cry ripped through the lands of Glaciem he rose, no point in bothering with surprise anymore, disappointed Deter stared at the startled creature before him. Fear was strong as the creature debated on how many ways she could be eaten, today was her lucky day, the king she should fear had just saved her life. Their eyes locked for seconds as neither moved, The silence was broken by the blue eyed beast as he woofed a irritated Boo... At her and she skittered away without hesitation. He turned his large head at the panda who stirred with unease at the sound that floated overhead, re-positioning himself to face the rump of the beast, eyes in the front, eyes in the back. Another sigh, it was time to face the masses. He turned about face and made an easy trot off the to meeting, whatever it was, he hoped it was important, he was fucking hungry. The constant pushing from the sky was rather annoying, making the fur bristle, giving his darkness an extra edge to it that was difficult to ignore. Doing the best he could to ignore it he pushed on and wondered who would be at this meeting, he knew only few of these wolves here in this pack, and soon he would need to push himself to 'make friends', he hated connections, they were necessary, but rather burdensome. He knew none other then Sin as he entered, wolves swarmed the gathering and he secretly grimaced at the stench of all around him. He nodded that the male who seemed nearly as displeased as he was to be here, and he noticed that the one who welcomed him here was absent, and so was the other one. This rose an alarm in his brain, but he stuffed it down as he kept his cool. He walked to the King and queen, the monster's tail limp behind him and a heavy nod at them both as he gave them both a warm you royal peoples My king, My queen... with a smile faked, though genuine and convincing for the time being, before he took a step back and sat on the inner outskirts of the group. he heard a mention of Lavender and calming properties, noting this as well he tucked it away with a hidden smile, another femme had approached as he was entering, and was disgusted by her obvious attempt at flattery with the king, shaking his head at the stupidity of some. Harrison was uneasy, surrounded by strangers who could eat him in less then four gulps, constantly shifting and trying to make himself smaller and smaller. Hopefully this would be over soon, he wanted something to eat...

Esperanza walked around the pack, surprised with how many wolves the king had in his pack. Not just any wolves, but most violent and menacing. She, on the other hand, could be gruesome and tainted with darkness if the reason needed it. "Wow," she thought to herself as she saw some she-wolves flattering with some of the males, especially the king himself. "Such love struck wolves who care more about the king than themselves," she thought. She would do anything for her pack, but sometimes she wished she could have someone that loved her for her, not just because she was a brood that the king could use whenever, and however he pleased.

Snow ran down the contours of her back, causing the little droplets of frozen water to seep into the confinements of her ebony colored pelt. Her dark claws dug deeply into the sheet of white that seemed to be like a large blanket that covered almost the entire territory. Many barks and howls could be heard as the king and his family and pack began to speak amongst themselves about plans and what needed to be done. She was part of the pack too, but she wanted to stay farther away before she got herself in trouble if she ever interfered in any of her pack's business. Especially the king's business and he could have her killed on the spot.

She placed her globe on top of her snow covered ebony paws and watched the land with it's life. Some crows cawed in the distance, which annoyed her because they were right on top of her head. A low growl emanated from the region of her chest, but not loud enough for the pack to hear for she didn't want to distract their meetings. Her emerald orbs shimmered from the sun that peaked out from behind the grey clouds that covered the sky. As her snarl didn't succeed in scaring the crows off, she huffed in annoyance, carbon dioxide forming a small mist cloud before evaporating into the atmosphere. She continued to watch her pack talk about the meeting as she thought about what her life might be like, no matter how much she wished to have a mate someday, knowing very well it might not happen to her.

Petite russet frame was carried over the slightly melted snows of the main territory of the Kingdom, hurrying to the meeting. She was late, but she hoped her father would not be mad. She had been distracted by the lightning flashing as it attacked the lands to the South and West, strictly avoiding the lands she lived in. So now she was rushing towards the place where father had summoned her and the rest of the pack, hoping nothing had happened without her. As she stepped into the crowd, she near marvelled at the gathered wolves around her. It was no doubt that her father was an expert at collecting the best of them, even if many of these lupines were related to her. Orchid toned optics flicked over the assembly, taking her into the midst of it where she could be quite invisible among the larger canines. That was how she liked it right now, able to watch without being seen. As she settled upon the snow, rusty brown banner would wrap about her tea cupped paws as she fixed her gaze, albeit it took a bit of jostling, upon the visage of her father and aunt. What would her father have to say? Hopefully it was good news, she was not in the mood to be hearing bad things at this point in time. Sighing as she relaxed on her haunches, she waited calmly for the meeting to start. Thank goodness she wasn't late, Isardis would have her hide for that. "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY!

The island had been cold... but it seemed these lands in the North were even colder. The woman was, without a doubt, even more scared by her new surroundings. Since coming to the land with Sin she hardly dared venture outside in case she ran into another wolf. Arietta was on edge... uncertain in her new position of pack life. The poor girl hadn't spoken much either since coming here. When Sin was with her she would press against him, even if it was only lightly, to draw some sort of comfort. She knew, however, that she couldn't keep this up. Eventually she was going to have to push past her fears. The opportunity for that would come with a howl. Sin had been absent from the den at the time, leaving the russet female to slowly rise to her paws on her own. The female would take just a moment, taking a few breaths, before she shook her head. 'This needs to stop... You can't be afraid forever.' She would tell herself. So, into lands she barely knew, the female would stalk off to join a meeting of fellow wolves. There were so many unfamiliar faces and scents... but Arietta tried her best to keep from cowering down as she came up to them. Her light blue gaze would find Sin and, without a word, or letting her gaze wander too much, the small female would make her way to his side and sit down. She would look to the albino, the one she was certain was leader, and give a nod of her head in respect. Other than that she stayed silent, brushing her fur ever so slightly against Sin's. Speech, Thought

ooc' important stuff starts at the '**' 2nd last paragraph.

One by one his empire would filter from the surroundings, but first would be his Queen; swollen with the suggestions of recently birthed life, but ever-powerful and beautiful to her core. Their two pups loose in tow, sweet and juvenile, and yet writhing with the distant screaming of future magnificence. Sendoa would press herself to him, and he would lean, craning his neck to her touch, listening with curiosity to her words of concern. Ruby gaze studied her before glancing up at the sky, it seemed hazy if anything, but Sendoa had always been more sensitive to those things than he. He would take her word, ?What can we do to be ready?? his voice was low, not wanting to announce to his people that he was looking to his secondary for answers; perhaps Sendoa was truly the only one who had seen his weaker sides and didn?t think any less of him. An unfamiliar would present herself, The King slightly wary of her overly-confident nature, but alas she was an impressive beast; ?Welcome to Glaciem, belle,? he would greet her, ?Six?, with the faintest of smirks. The sudden cry of Vereux would send the King?s coral towers snapping backwards in alarm, features fading to mild shock as he gazed upon the seemingly wounded boy, ?What did this, Vereux?? for a split second Isardis was almost fuming with the potential of his son having been harmed by another, a twitch growing within his spine as his muscles would tense. But something suggested otherwise. Surely the storm that had passed had not been quite so severe? Rincavornon made his way closer, Isardis still sparing the thought of an extra eye to the boys actions, but in the moment he was seemingly distracted by the wounded son of Argent, sparing Rin no more than a firm nod. He would offer Liberty the greeting of a nod, sparing her a few moments of eye contact between his expecting cast to Vereux. Kyarst would step forth, announcing a brittle attempt at dominance and claim towards Narsha?s son, Isardis would chuckle weakly, interested to see the events that unfolded. Kyarst would have to be careful pushing pups that more than matched him in size and age, alas Isardis would do nothing to intervene; boys would be boys. Irune, Artemis and Lova would join the gathering, followed by Eris; ?Of course,? he replied to her with the slightest of amusement, when wasn?t he? Nose dipped to Roman upon her arrival, so satisfied to see her; perhaps the only babe within Glaciem that had managed to pull her weight and make up for those that didn?t. Sin was soon to arrive, aloof and careless as usual. Then Argent? his stomach twinged, sparing her barely a moment of eye contact his vision would come to rest against Genesis, who seemed awe-struck to see his mother. Had she not since reunited with him? It bothered him, greatly so. What was more was the fact the silver woman felt it wise to start conversation with Eris, and the King would watch in shallow distaste as the duo bickered amongst themselves. Apart of him was glad Argent was back, and yet her disloyalty would still burn holes through his ribs. Where were the spawn of Taurig, anyway? ?And you, silver,? he replied pleasurably, lips tweaking at the sight of Pepper. She wasn?t around often but she was never to miss a meeting, and that was enough. S?alkyrie was soon to arrive, the albino babe with a reservation beneath the folds of his sentiment. Drashiel came stumbling in also, apparently in some kind of hurry as the pup presented himself. Soon followed was a woman who was as yet unfamiliar, but scented to have been accepted by somebody, ?What is the name of such an ebony darling?? he would enquire, taunting at the young woman with a pleasured sway (Esperanza). Narsha and Kyung soon followed, the mysterious ebony boy who suggested nothing of Armada blood, but was impressive and a son all the same. Seth, Dexter and Eulari would arrive; dipping a cherry nose to his pretty daughter as she would steal the scene unknowingly. ** Last, Arietta; the woman he claimed purely to prove a point to his straying son, Sin. She was writhing with an apparent fear, and he made a mental note to watch her closely. Settling, he took a breath, squaring his stance as he would gaze between each of their numbered faces, ?The empire grows stronger, Glaciem, and larger. And with size comes responsibility and the eagerness for support; food, water, safety and skill.? He was right to the point, ?If we plan to hold our reputation as limitless, and we plan to thrive as we have done so effortlessly before, then each of you are going to start pulling your weight. You?ve all gathered today to welcome the addition of ?Tasks?, individual assignments and requirements for every rank. Failure to prove your worth will pose threat for demotion or punishment; understood?? he was being firm, but he was not threatening, he was far too proud of his people to talk down to them. ?Tasks are effective immediately, and you follow them according to rank unless I speak with you personally. Listen and remember- Brood?s who are not with child or lactating are to pose as hunters for those who are, and those who aren?t. They will combine forces with the Hunter Rank, and are expected to present portions of fresh kills to those who are on patrol duty, and all Tier Two?s. LOVA, in order to maintain your rank you will lead group-hunts, of which hunters and broods are expected to join unless otherwise preoccupied. Juvenile?s are to begin training in the area?s they show interest, fighting, healing or hunting. They are to request training from a self-selected mentor and said wolf is expected to oblige. Blood?s who are of age are to form pairs, of which you will all be expected to train and spar together regularly; ARGENT, you are to be their head instructor and are expected to be present during training in order to offer advice. ROMAN, is to continue her satisfactory efforts in accepting members, and may choose to accompany Argent during training, or be present during patrols. ARTEMIS, for you?? he trailed lightly, ?I have a task that I need to speak with you about. In the mean time you may also choose to offer your fighting knowledge to The Blood?s and assist with training or patrolling. IMPRA, continue meeting newcomers at the borders, otherwise you are to offer Guidance to those who need your advice; assist with pairing Blood?s for training, and offer aid in any area that needs you present, as Sentinel this is your choice. Assailants, you are all to patrol the Northern lands directly outside of Glaciem and watch for straying rogues that venture too close to our borders or any suspicious activities. You may pair up. ERIS I want you to continue as you are, your services are appreciated; but take on at least one apprentice to learn the skill of your ways; also be present in the case of Blood-training wounds, check on the young, and you?re likely aware Vereux needs immediate attention. Do you all understand? ?

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He was not late as much as he was hidden, present but barely; hoping to remain concealed beneath the trunk of a pine, his face loitering scarcely against its textured edge as he would allow himself only to gaze with one, silver eye at his speaking father. He didn?t understand it all, in fact most of what The King spoke he was unfamiliar with and found his skull cocking side to side with a struggling curiosity. His bold brother loitered amidst the group, demanding attention with his heavy voice, but for now Kuvio was simply too young to be so brash; perhaps his maturity would be reversed. So carefully and silently would he risk blowing his cover, tip-toeing with inherited elegance as he would attempt to crouch behind Kyarst and use him as a barrier for prying eyes. He was not shy, or afraid of being seen, but rather would be seen only when he decided they were allowed to look at him. Alas, usually his puppish efforts went amiss, he didn?t quite have it down pat yet. What did ?tasks? mean anyway? ?Speaking,?

The woman watched as the various members piled into the clearing. Her eyes flicked to each on of them. Mostly females, as she expected. Six was excited to see so many had come, but it was a lot of competition. Her purple orbs watched the pale King as he greeted his Queen then Six. The black and white monster dipped her head in respect once more. "Thank you, my King." Her voice was thick and stitched with a haunting darkness. Six rolled her shoulders and let that thick tail curl up on her side. The brute eyed each member closely, there were not many men. It came with being in a harem but she did want some variety. Though the bitch could survive.

Six listened to her King with anxious eyes. He spoke to them as a group, he was firm, the woman liked that. Those black front paws kneaded the earth as he explained each task. The woman was currently a brood, basically a machine to pop out babies. The woman did not like that to much but she knew she would get a new rank soon. Her eyes flicked to each of the higher ranked ladies with a smirk. She wanted to be with them one day, but she would work to get there. As she told Sen, the girl would not just be a pretty face. She was bold as she spoke, "I understand, my King. But, I would like to inform you that I know some healing, though my skills reside in fighting due to years of training. I do not mind demonstrating. Though, I will do my current task as you please. Thank you." She spoke without a second thought, the woman knew what she was doing. Six knew her place though, she always did.


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Genesis?s voice breaks her heart, and her crimson gaze settles upon the boy, her heart breaking for him as she observes. She wants to go to him, to embrace him, for she has missed him so. Nonetheless, she waits for Eris?s response. It is then that a child approaches, beautiful and clearly of Eris?s blood. Argent?s gaze settles upon her and gentles, grinning silently. ?Irune is a pretty name, and I am sure you will be an excellent helper for your mother. My name is Argent. If you would excuse me, little Queen, I have someone to whom I must speak,? she says, playfully dipping her head to the child as her gaze looks towards Genesis. She would greet Vereux as well, but she has already reunited with him, and this is the first announcement of her presence. Alas, the silver knight limps for him, seeking to pull herself close enough so that she can be quiet. ?My son,? she says hushed, and there is a tremor in her voice. ?I am so sorry,? there is no denying the genuine sound to her quiet apology. ?I will explain later,? she says softly. She knows not if it will be enough, if her son will respond with anger and hatred, but it is an olive branch. If anything she wishes to carve a path upon which her younger children and older children can carve a relationship. Her gaze settles upon the albino King, and as he asks about Vereux, her gaze flickers to him. She makes a small noise, so that he might recognize her presence. It is an invitation, a hello, and she hopes he understands her reasoning for not going straight to him. Alas, the King announces tasks. Ears prick forwards as he describes tasks, as he assigns goals to each of them. ?I will call a session for all the children soon,? she says. It makes her heart ache to feel the distance between them; once she would have pressed into his side, once she would have felt his love, and now she feels like nothing but a subject to command. Has she lost him forever, she wonders? Can he forget all the sacrifice, and only remember her one instance of disloyalty? How can he forgive the failure of Sendoa, and not hers? She can only imagine that her wrongdoings may take more time, and she will need to have patience. ?I would also like to suggest that any and all, regardless of duty, learn the basics of self-defense. Danger will come to all at some point, and the world cares not if you are healer or fighter,? she says with wisdom, logic. Maybe it is not her place to propose such a thing, but she feels it is. This is her pack. She must protect it, at all costs, broken leg or not, broken heart or not.

Esperanza saw the albino king walk beside her, but she bowed her head and soon backed away, not wanting to seem someone that is annoying to him. She trailed off and lied down beside a tree, listening to the sounds of the wind and the branches smacking against the bark of the trees. Her emerald eyes shone slightly as the sun peered out from the grey clouds.

The femme saw the crowd around her, sighing when the group began to chat, laying her globe onto her claws as she huffed, mist showing from her warm mouth. Her ears perked from the large group of wolves' talking about the many things that they would need to help the pack.

Seeing how she was just a brood and not much of it applied to her, she stood out of the conversation, but keeping her eyes open, and hearing the sounds of the pack speak again, not wanting to miss anything that might need to be said about her.

He has demons to fight every day, and above all else he desires to piece together his broken childhood. He only remembers a glimpse of it, a brief image of home. Maybe it will seem odd, that he connects home to a place he has only been so briefly, but it is home. Everywhere else is filled with pain; the scars on his throat attest to the times that a pair of jaws clamped down until the point of passing out, a threat to ensure his obedience. The ones on his belly display the scars that were to ensure his submission. He has so many scars, white and blended into his pure, powder fur.
When he sees her he wants to run. He wants to hide beneath his mother like he is nothing but a babe, he wants her to scare the nightmares away, but he controls himself. That is all he is; he is a controlled mess, every ounce of him pieced together with glue and tape. Alas, when his eyes see her, he moves quickly. He presses against her side, and for a moment his face contorts in pain, because he is home. ?Mama,? he says quietly, so that only she can hear, and then his eyes flicker up to his father and the false queen.

??Sup, Pops?? he greets, toothy grin present on his face. He wants his father to be proud; he wants his father to see the broad-shouldered boy and see the promise he holds. Voltaire wants to feel accepted and love, and he wants to feel more than a tool, he wants to feel like he is a being and that he is worthy of existence.

His warmth, his presence would be enough to to quell the nerves she had managed to rattle with her worrying. Her fears had told her he would mock her nervousness, but instead he seemed to agree with her - even in theory. He would ask what they could do to be ready and she would ponder for a mere moment. ?Stay alert, in tune to the environment.? She wished there was more she could offer, but alas - she knew not what the root of her uncertainty was. Perhaps it was just that, a fear, or perhaps it was something far worse. Her boys, she would watch them closely - keep them safe above all else. She couldn't afford to fail them. Others would arrive, greeting he and her in turn. She would nod her head to each of them, occasionally letting a vocal response pass through her lips. Kyarst would quickly claim Isardis as his father, and she would chide him with a guttural noise of disapproval. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to show that she was an active mother - if nothing else. Isardis would go on to dispel tasks to each tier, something she agreed with and would work hard to enforce. Laziness could not be tolerated. She would listen to all of the tasks, noting them in her mind for future reference - and knowing her primary task was to raise the two magnificent boys they had brought into this world. Argent's presence would not go unnoticed, and she would offer a glance in the silver's direction, intent upon meeting with her privately in the near future. When it seemed focus was directed elsewhere, Sendoa would dip her head down to note Kuvio crouching behind Kyarst. Her muzzle would find the coolness of his ear, tickling at the fibers within as her voice slipped from her lips. ?You are beautiful, my son. Never forget that.? She knew his reclusive behavior was not directly related to his lack of confidence, but it never hurt to remind him how marvelous he was. She had a feeling Kyarst had already established such knowledge. ?speech,?

Sin Armada

More would come, and they would seat themselves around the gathered party. Sin recognized many, whilst others were still unknown to the crimson stained beast. And soon his father would speak, at last something of importance. Some kind of order at last, and hopefully the pack that began to seem weak would pull itself together and do what was needed. And he of course, would continue to do what he had been doing since arrival. He was always patrolling, and doing other tasks as well. He never let an unknown cur stray into the lands unnoticed, it was unprofessional to do so regardless of whether or not he was allowed to. This was his current residence, and until he left to create his own empire then he would do as he so desired intermixed within his duties. He sat quiet, not a word escaping his lips. It seemed his father still disapproved and for what? He was doing what was needed, not going against the pack nor endangering them. He protected and ensured the safety of all much more so then all others in his rank combined. But alas he would not complain. Once his own empire was made he would not have to put up with trying to please someone who clearly didn't care about his efforts. Soon...and then who would be begging for loyalties and allegiances? Sin would not give it so easily if this is how it worked.

Her thick eyelashes would press gently into one another, her acute triangular ears listening carefully towards the king. It never did bother the babe at just how big the empire was, but it baffled her greatly how much the women yearned for the kings affection. Perhaps s'alkrie was to young to understand the desire for a kings touch, but there was no doubt how over estimated it appeared to be in her eyes. A sigh would flicker at her lips before feeling another approach closely to her side with his warmth radiating gently towards her. " Drash!" A small giggle was greet his precense, there was no denying that they'd be best friends forever and ever. She almost felt as though they where close sibling.

As Isardis began to speak her ruby orbs would glance directly at him; even from afar and as he mentioned blood, she would presume he'd let her choose a partner to. Adopted she was, her eyes would quickly cast towards drashiel, a grin forming on her rosy lips. A paw would raise to tap him gently on the nose before beckoning. " Do you want to be my partner? i bet we can beat them all!" Kuvio would slowly pry behind his older brother, it didnt seem out of shyness, but perhaps he just want ready for others to be in his precense, yet.

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Drashiel's tail was wagging lightly in excitement as he listened to his fathers words. For the most part they didn't really apply to him. He was neither old enough or strong enough to take any sort of leadership role within the pack but the new tasks still affected him. For instance, the training. Hunting and fighting were what he was interested in, definitely not herbs, but he was as of yet unsure which field to focus on. Drashiel assumed he probably wouldn't know which was the right fit for him until he dipped his paws in both. It seemed the femme called Argent would be teaching the fighting. He was a bit disappointed at first as he was hoping to ask Roman for lessons but then Isardis said Roman was welcome to help. His ears flicked forward. Lova it seemed would be in charge of the hunting lessons. Drashiel followed his father's gaze intently, trying to match name to face for later. And maybe, rather than having to try and train himself on his own he'd be in a group. Drashy wondered for a moment if S'alkrie liked to spar at all or hunt? A paw gently tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see the object of his thoughts address him with her melodic voice. S'alkrie had been a true blessing to him in the absence of his mother and sister. She'd filled a void and made him feel stronger just by her presence and there was no greater friend to him in all of Glaciem. Drashiel grinned. "I was just about to ask you that! You bet I'll be your partner. So are you thinking of becoming a fighter then? I can't decide if I want to pursue hunting or fighting but I figure both are critical to know. I hope Roman can join us to."