Welcome to the Circus
[Pack Challenge]
08-15-2022, 01:06 AM
Sybil arrived with Beauregard, sticking close to Wren and the other Menagerie attendees similarly. As a member of a pack, it would be wise for her to attend, as the outcome may affect her and her comrades. As a diplomat, to observe and understand this situation would be crucial in the seasons to come, and as a diplomat in training this could be an incredibly formative learning experience. And finally, as a newcomer to this world, to understand it's mechanisms was to understand what it would take to survive. The girl arrived here not as a spokesperson, or as someone who their own self importance clear, but as a mage of the Menagerie. She was not here to strike out, to prove herself, and she represented her pack as much as anyone else attending (save Wren of course). She was here not to act, but to observe and study. She made sure to present herself as such, head lower than usual, uneager to make a show of herself. She was not cowering, her poise and her confidence where present still, but it was clear she was not here seeking to turn heads. The crowd was mixed to say the least. Sybil recognised a few of the faces, the adopted heir to The Hallows, the small Armada boy. She was most surprised to see Torben in the crowd, standing on his own. She'd expected their encounter in the redwoods to be a one-off, but it seemed they had been drawn to the same events, similar crowds. She had gotten the sense that they had been similar, almost fundementally, the same strings pulling at their subconscious self. She wondered how he'd been lately, but made no move to join him, or any kind of acknowledgement. The rest of them were alien to her, a cacophony of scents, some stronger than others. She noticed a couple of breakaway fights, short but violent. It seemed these kinds of gatherings tended to ignite tensions between many, maybe all. She was unused to such an environment and system, but she was not unprepared. The stakes were higher here, and with most packs functioning in these archaic ways of living, violence was a given. Better to understand it and control it, rather than force it out. She couldn't deny the thrill of adrenaline that came from the spilled blood, the flashing teeth. Even after untold eons of a canine majority, they still held those instincts, that aptitude for conflict. Still, the smaller scuffles drew less attention from her, little more than passing glances. The two wolves at the centre, that was where her focus was. From the chatter of the spectators, it was clear the skull faced woman was both the initiator and unpopular. A strange mix for someone challenging for a pack of all things. Support was the lifeblood of a developing party, and to begin without it was, well... A gamble would be an understatement. Where these gatherings always a shitshow? Beauregard got right to talking, which was surprising come from a fighter, but not so much considering his personality. He'd accepted Zephyr easily, quicker than Sybil at least. He seemed to have an apitude for making friends, and while she was slightly concerned for his choices and how quickly he seemed to trust, she did admire him for it. Speaking of likable characters. She turned to Wren, waited for a pause in the dialogue before speaking. "Who are the contestants?" Her voice was low, but loud enough to be audible to Wren against the background noise. She gave her no expectations, accepting anything she had to offer. Sybil knew that the chaos and her job would be stress enough, not wanting to echo or amplify the chaos in anyway. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |