PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE
It was not long before a white-pelted woman stepped forwards, inquiring about how they were to prove themselves. In all honesty Medusa hadn?t thought that far, but improvisation motherfuckers. The serpent was quick on her feet with a silver tongue, and she would hopefully find a suitable answer. ?In simple ways; if I see you taking interest at the borders, hunting, protecting the pack, or just generally being involved in pack life,? she noted, before dipping her head to Deteste in respect. His speech about Valhalla was also respected; if he thought they could be a good alliance, then she would not protest. Medusa was not the best communicator, but she did respect the male as a leader, as the sort of man whom Jupiter had chosen to rule by her side. A black woman stepped forward, the first at the meeting to pledge herself to Medusa. ?Do you have a specialty, lovely? Are you a healer or a scout or hunter or a warrior? You do not have to be anything if you don?t want,? she purred, her voice deceptively gentle. She wanted to know what this woman could do. Next stepped forward another, pledging her services. A crooked grin rose upon Medusa?s face as she listened, unable to contain herself as she spoke. ?Oh I desire them alright, but what services do you offer?? the question fell like honey from her lips, innocent perhaps to those who did not hear the filthy tone of her voice. It was a double entendre; firstly an attempt to seduce the earthen beauty, and secondly an attempt to see what sort of duties this woman might take hold of. After each speech she would make sure to allow time for Deteste to speak, if he would like to. So far she had a pack drowning in women, although the next two males who decided to join would even out the numbers a bit. Good.. ?You are welcome my dear, but what can you do?? she asked. It was not an attempt to insult, but rather a question of where she would sort him. She had a general rank, and she had ranks for those who would be assigned to a specific duty. The next male to speak was three-legged, and she wondered what use he could serve. Nonetheless, she supposed there was something that could prove worthy about him. ?The saem question to you, love,? she hummed, before speaking. ?If there are no more questions, I would like to ask that those wishing to join speak up and tell me what duty they are best at. You do not have to be good at anything at all, if you are not certain what you wish to specialize in,? she informed them. |