I Hold Your Deliverance

Clearly this new arrival, redder than the last, smaller and yet carrying more authority in her steps, was talking to the other female in the scene, but Frayer did not have the patience to wait for her response, nor was it strategically sound to let her speak her side of the story first. He would butt ahead of her with a long and graceful stride, look the newcomer in the eyes and pronounce,


"The alpha of this pack, I presume?"


And without letting her respond either, he nudged his head and lips higher, and stated, "Good."


The inky imp from the dark woods mused for a moment, that here was yet another female pack leader like the one brute of Lentajin that he never had the full opportunity to dupe. What a strange land Alacritis was, that any wolf with an attitude could mock up a "pack" and prance around like a real dignitary. Oh, how he wanted to mock their foolish ways, and make this rose dame redder with anger! He held his urges back, though, leaving not a visible trace so little as a glint in his eyes. These nonsensical wolves he needed on his good side, for now. And this show must go on, so his full attention returned to the so-called alpha and he spoke again, moving the whole time, weaving courteousness and slightly more than the necessary dose of drama into each line.


"I have traveled here with benevolent, selfless intent, and though I have been greeted with suspicion and rudeness by your scout... I will continue my charge."


And continue, with feeling! "Judge me not by my grotesque and grim visage, for I have suffered through much. You know that the sick amongst you are getting worse, but trust my word that their condition will become abominable - and deadly!"


The last word came out much like a hiss! With Frayer's mouth still open from sounding it's syllables, it hung, for a moment. He found himself having been carried closer to his intended audience, a mad and intense expression holding his face resulting of the striking declaration he had made. He recovered over seconds, standing tall and looking down at her with optimism upon his features, and spoke finally his intentions.


"But take heart! The malignity in their veins can be stopped! There is a cure - of my invent!"


A theatrical pause followed, of course, as the lightless creature drew closer again,


"Will you allow me to heal your packmates?"