Simple & Clean [Pack Meeting]
05-26-2016, 07:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2016, 07:56 PM by Lykos I.)
His brother's responce didn't disappoint him in the least.First a grin, which Lykos met willingly and even tried bumping shoulders with his smaller brother, and then a realization. Lykos' own smile dropped as he nodded slowly. "Yes." He left it at that; choosing instead to start focusing on their mother. He felt no anger towards Gryphon in the least for his question; it was, after all, quite reasonable. It did, however, cause a peculiar sadness to well up inside of him. Truly, he wished Imperium's fall had not happened.
Avalon started simply; she introduced a black and white male to them as an uncle, and Lykos eyed the male curiously. An uncle, eh? That was quite interesting. He followed his brother's suite, dipping his head in a wordless greeting, though a lopsided grin formed on his face as shock appeared on his other siblings' faces. Ah yes, let them be surprised. Lykos resisted chuckling, instead grinning at them. Avalon had done quite well at keeping his presence a secret, though it was scarce a day since he joined.
It was then Avalon went on to elaborate on the rules she briefly touched on - and one in particular. His brow furrowed - what? Why was there a rule stating that no names were to be spoken? Why was she emphasizing repeatedly that they weren't hiding. His thoughts ran along the same lines as Gryphon's: did someone think they were? why was she elaborating on it? A deep suspicion took root. Was someone after someone in the pack? Was that why? Was someone hiding, and his mother protecting them? If so, why were they hiding? And just who were they, if it was indeed the case, to his mother that she would protect the other wolf instead of demanding to know why?
He huffed softly, and turned his attention back to his mother, for she started speaking again, this time about ranks. Here he listened avidly - so many paths! But he already knew what he wanted to be; he wanted to be a warrior, of course. Not that... he really wanted anyone but Mercy to train him. But Imperium was gone, as well as Mercy, and all the other competant wolves of Imperium whom he knew without a doubt he could rely on. All the wolves here - all the adults, anyways - he did not know if he could rely on them. That made him deeply uneasy as well.
Either way, he'd not have a choice. Better to think on it later, and consider it then as opposed to now, for Avalon was alreayd moving on - a festival! Ooh, interesting. Lykos could see the dangers - unknown wolves, wolves of other packs, in their lands - but he could also see the advantages. One could learn of the other packs, how they opperated and functioned. One can also learn the strength of their numbers and the skill of their wolves. It was quite the opportunity, and Lykos could quite look forward to it. The goals of the celebration were indeed admirable as well. One thought did prick his mind: if she was having a celebration that was also open to other packs, albeit allies, then why the no-speaking rule?
His thoughts were interupted as something akin to shock froze him in place. Wait. What did he just hear? His eyes widened as he tried not to let his jaw drop. Him? Heir? Why? He only just arrived! He didn't even arrive with the others! His eyes flew to each of his brothers; Gryphon looked neutral, as if thankful it wasn't him... but his other two brothers looked distinctly angry and jealous. Lykos winced slightly. Why had she chosen him? He had not proved his loyalty in any way, and his brothers knew that. Why would she make a new member... this?
He stayed quiet, though, for almost the second Avalon finished speaking, an eyeless male rose... and demanded to be equal with his mother? Lykos stared hard at the stranger, eyes narrowing in a glare and a growl starting to rise in his throat. He was about to rise and say something when Kharnage obviously had the same thought, bouncing up and snapping quite loudly and violently at the stranger. While... his brother's outburst was the opposite of controlled, Lykos completely agreed with it. So did, it appeared, Dragon, who quickly rose after Kharnage to defend the pack and their mothers. Lykos himself was about to rise, again, when a cold, cool, female voice cut through.
Who was this creature to command them as if she was their mother? And... smitten? His fur bristled at the suggestion, and through his periphreal vision he could see the biting comment also had Gryphon up in arms about it. Gryphon rose then, and his words had Lykos nodding along. His brother was quite eloquent with words, even if he was growling them. Lykos didn't blame him in the least, and when Gryphon finished speaking, Lykos rose as well, glancing at his brother, his own annoyance and frustration reflected in his brown brother's eyes. He nodded imperceptably to his words, and then turned to face the gathering.
"If I may," he bagan, tone quite mild. "Mother. If that is truly what you desire, then I will accept your wishes. Now. For the rest of you." His gaze swept hthe gathering and included everyone in it. "My brother Gryphon is right. However, you," here he glanced at Abelinda, "are also right... to a degree. It is quite true that you cannot prove the loyalty and trustworthiness of a wolf without giving him a chance. However... You do not give a wolf who has not proven him or herself one of the highest positions of authority. That is not being given a 'chance'. You start small, and work your way up. You don't start at the top... well, not usually, anyways." Because he apparently was? It was confusing to him as well. "In addition to that... all of you. Respect will be had. We are all members of the pack, and currently, I'm pretty sure only my Mother and I are the only two wolves of any rank at this point. That means that you have no authority to order around someone of an equal rank to you, regardless of age. Mind that. It also means that you refer to us by our names, as opposed to 'the alpha's young'. I do believe my mother so kindly introduced us. I also do not care how 'smitten' they are. I know plenty of proof that just because you are 'smitten' with someone does not mean they are loyal... or trustworthy. Nor, for that matter, is family a good judge of that. The only way this man can prove himself is through his own deeds. Not through the words of others. You would do well to remember that. None of you have earned trust. It will not, at least in my eyes, be handed out without action proving yourself worthy. I do not care who you are. I care for what you've done, and how you act. For those and what is said can be two entirely different things."
With that, he sighed, falling silent. He regarded the pack with a heavy heart, a heavy mind. Was this what his mother's pack was? An arrogant man, thinking himself worthy of the highest of honors without proving himself? A woman who believes herself superior simply because of her age? Another, who would deliver a biting comment in such a way that others would not notice? These wolves... these wolves were not respectable. These wolves made him uneasy, and he trusted his instincts. He did not trust any of them - and he would keep an eye on all of them, as well as figure out where they came from and what they've done in the past. Starting with that damned man who thought himself worthy of secondary alpha, whom apparently was 'smitten' with his mother. Besides, once he found out about that man, he should be able to find out about his accursed aunt... and then he would know truly whether or not to trust either of them.
"Lykos"
Avalon started simply; she introduced a black and white male to them as an uncle, and Lykos eyed the male curiously. An uncle, eh? That was quite interesting. He followed his brother's suite, dipping his head in a wordless greeting, though a lopsided grin formed on his face as shock appeared on his other siblings' faces. Ah yes, let them be surprised. Lykos resisted chuckling, instead grinning at them. Avalon had done quite well at keeping his presence a secret, though it was scarce a day since he joined.
It was then Avalon went on to elaborate on the rules she briefly touched on - and one in particular. His brow furrowed - what? Why was there a rule stating that no names were to be spoken? Why was she emphasizing repeatedly that they weren't hiding. His thoughts ran along the same lines as Gryphon's: did someone think they were? why was she elaborating on it? A deep suspicion took root. Was someone after someone in the pack? Was that why? Was someone hiding, and his mother protecting them? If so, why were they hiding? And just who were they, if it was indeed the case, to his mother that she would protect the other wolf instead of demanding to know why?
He huffed softly, and turned his attention back to his mother, for she started speaking again, this time about ranks. Here he listened avidly - so many paths! But he already knew what he wanted to be; he wanted to be a warrior, of course. Not that... he really wanted anyone but Mercy to train him. But Imperium was gone, as well as Mercy, and all the other competant wolves of Imperium whom he knew without a doubt he could rely on. All the wolves here - all the adults, anyways - he did not know if he could rely on them. That made him deeply uneasy as well.
Either way, he'd not have a choice. Better to think on it later, and consider it then as opposed to now, for Avalon was alreayd moving on - a festival! Ooh, interesting. Lykos could see the dangers - unknown wolves, wolves of other packs, in their lands - but he could also see the advantages. One could learn of the other packs, how they opperated and functioned. One can also learn the strength of their numbers and the skill of their wolves. It was quite the opportunity, and Lykos could quite look forward to it. The goals of the celebration were indeed admirable as well. One thought did prick his mind: if she was having a celebration that was also open to other packs, albeit allies, then why the no-speaking rule?
His thoughts were interupted as something akin to shock froze him in place. Wait. What did he just hear? His eyes widened as he tried not to let his jaw drop. Him? Heir? Why? He only just arrived! He didn't even arrive with the others! His eyes flew to each of his brothers; Gryphon looked neutral, as if thankful it wasn't him... but his other two brothers looked distinctly angry and jealous. Lykos winced slightly. Why had she chosen him? He had not proved his loyalty in any way, and his brothers knew that. Why would she make a new member... this?
He stayed quiet, though, for almost the second Avalon finished speaking, an eyeless male rose... and demanded to be equal with his mother? Lykos stared hard at the stranger, eyes narrowing in a glare and a growl starting to rise in his throat. He was about to rise and say something when Kharnage obviously had the same thought, bouncing up and snapping quite loudly and violently at the stranger. While... his brother's outburst was the opposite of controlled, Lykos completely agreed with it. So did, it appeared, Dragon, who quickly rose after Kharnage to defend the pack and their mothers. Lykos himself was about to rise, again, when a cold, cool, female voice cut through.
Who was this creature to command them as if she was their mother? And... smitten? His fur bristled at the suggestion, and through his periphreal vision he could see the biting comment also had Gryphon up in arms about it. Gryphon rose then, and his words had Lykos nodding along. His brother was quite eloquent with words, even if he was growling them. Lykos didn't blame him in the least, and when Gryphon finished speaking, Lykos rose as well, glancing at his brother, his own annoyance and frustration reflected in his brown brother's eyes. He nodded imperceptably to his words, and then turned to face the gathering.
"If I may," he bagan, tone quite mild. "Mother. If that is truly what you desire, then I will accept your wishes. Now. For the rest of you." His gaze swept hthe gathering and included everyone in it. "My brother Gryphon is right. However, you," here he glanced at Abelinda, "are also right... to a degree. It is quite true that you cannot prove the loyalty and trustworthiness of a wolf without giving him a chance. However... You do not give a wolf who has not proven him or herself one of the highest positions of authority. That is not being given a 'chance'. You start small, and work your way up. You don't start at the top... well, not usually, anyways." Because he apparently was? It was confusing to him as well. "In addition to that... all of you. Respect will be had. We are all members of the pack, and currently, I'm pretty sure only my Mother and I are the only two wolves of any rank at this point. That means that you have no authority to order around someone of an equal rank to you, regardless of age. Mind that. It also means that you refer to us by our names, as opposed to 'the alpha's young'. I do believe my mother so kindly introduced us. I also do not care how 'smitten' they are. I know plenty of proof that just because you are 'smitten' with someone does not mean they are loyal... or trustworthy. Nor, for that matter, is family a good judge of that. The only way this man can prove himself is through his own deeds. Not through the words of others. You would do well to remember that. None of you have earned trust. It will not, at least in my eyes, be handed out without action proving yourself worthy. I do not care who you are. I care for what you've done, and how you act. For those and what is said can be two entirely different things."
With that, he sighed, falling silent. He regarded the pack with a heavy heart, a heavy mind. Was this what his mother's pack was? An arrogant man, thinking himself worthy of the highest of honors without proving himself? A woman who believes herself superior simply because of her age? Another, who would deliver a biting comment in such a way that others would not notice? These wolves... these wolves were not respectable. These wolves made him uneasy, and he trusted his instincts. He did not trust any of them - and he would keep an eye on all of them, as well as figure out where they came from and what they've done in the past. Starting with that damned man who thought himself worthy of secondary alpha, whom apparently was 'smitten' with his mother. Besides, once he found out about that man, he should be able to find out about his accursed aunt... and then he would know truly whether or not to trust either of them.
"Lykos"