Pain and Healing[joining]

Master. It was a title that Deteste had not yet become accustomed to but his duties and privileges were the same. They were defined by his actions and will to do them. It was quite strange that the Amenti and Ludicael codes were so similar when the packs were completely polar from one another. One could not say Deteste was unhappy as the Amenti lifestyle but it was a great change and his mood among members was never much more pleasant that languid. Amenti now claimed to be neutral but it's lingering members had dark histories. It was only a matter of time until he would have to quench some fire of chaos among Medusa's followers. His heart yearned for the mangroves but he was dutiful to the Madame and applied himself ceaselessly to his duties. Especially the one he was most fond of. Patrols.


The red forest was tall and in this moment Deteste found himself staring up, seeking the canopy which seemed to touch the sky and disappear in the morning fog. The forest littered the territory with broken shadow so the canopy evidently existed only it was hardly visible on days where the sunlight was not direct. Springtime had melted the snow and though the sod below him sloshed in some of his steps it was certainly sturdier ground than the mangroves. A return to a more natural habitat for the wolf. A nearby howl broke Deteste's observation, his crown tilting slowly back into it's common place before he thoughtlessly began his trek towards the summon. It was not long before the red woods fell behind him to reveal the man whose call had filled the air. Deteste was brief in his introduction, "Deteste. Amenti Master." giving a curt nod at the end of his sentence with tight lips and stoic expression.

"speech"