Glaciem Meeting
07-02-2013, 05:48 AM
~*~ They'd all heard the challengers call. They all knew Gargoyle went to fight, and by now it had sunk in that somehow the titan had lost. A few of the pack members had gone to help with his healing and had spoken with him. At least he was alive. Crusade had had to resist the temptation to ask where he was; if she knew she would go to him, her baby brother. But no. Her place was where she was needed, picking up the pieces and holding things together. She was helping to watch over the pups, not just her own, but Gargoyle's too. She'd seen the ways of many a tyrant. Often they would use the weak of the pack against the rest. And heaven knew they'd already been through enough. Cross and Kairos in particular - they'd just seen their pupsitter's eyes ripped out and throat mauled by the now dead rogue Sixx. Her poor, sweet little Cross hadn't spoken since. But at least Ithurial was healing. She knew that Gargoyle had taken a liking to the little girl he'd brought into the shelter of Glaciem. Just one of the many lives that Gargoyle had helped since Crusade had handed over the reins to him. Of course Crusade was ticked. But frankly, she was withholding full judgement until she got to meet this challenger. Not that there was any hope of a peaceful meeting. Whoever this girl was who thought she'd won Glaciem. She'd won the name, certainly, but that was about it. She was yet to win over any of the packmates and Crusade wasn't putting good odds on such a thing. "Now, you stay back a bit, pups," she murmured to the little ones in her train as she entered the chosen clearing. Sparse Pines wasn't a far cry from the borders of true Glaciem, in fact it had been the place where they'd camped out before the territory was decided on. Crusade's interest centered immediately on the rust colored fae waiting neath the boughs of the conifers. This young thing had beaten her brother? Surely it must've been due to complications, or some twisting of her brother's conscious... Then again, from the way this creature held herself, Crusade's keen old eye could pick up the signs of a talented mover. "Congratulations," The once-queen's voice rang out dryly. "You've managed to tick off over two dozen wolves in the matter one day." She stepped forward through the snow on cream colored paws, until the distance between them was a matter of yards. There wasn't really any true malice in her tones, more just... cold disbelief. "Then again," she added, "You didn't kill my brother, which is probably more than he would've done for you." With that Crusade sat down. If her steps forward had seemed at all of a threatening nature, they ended there. She wasn't about to thank the upstart, but she wasn't going to order her execution either. "So tell me," she said in her half crooning old voice. "What are your 'plans' from here on out?" Crusade had had plenty of experience as a diplomat to leaders of packs, clans, mobs, rogue bands, - you name it. And though this one cut a little close to home, she could still retain her calm. She leaned back her head and twisted up a hind leg to scratch her ear. She had time. She wanted to see what the usurper had to say. IS THE ONLY HOPE YOU'VE EVER KNOWN |