I Hold Your Deliverance

"No, damsel," spoke the black wolf weakly to the approached red one.



Frayer turned his head to her quickly and faced her in perfect direction to showcase his stark facial markings to her. So began the drama of the social artist Frayer to his only audience member. But a masterful performance it must be, for he essentially influences the entire pack the most in this first impression.



"I am afraid that naught can help me..."



He repressed the grin his spirit wanted to twist his face into, that expression he always took when the magnitude and vileness of his plan was realized again, instead through his agile thinking made it to look like an abrupt twitch, another of the more striking symptoms observed in the afflicted creatures. Displaying these symptoms out front were purposeful, however hard it would be for one to see the purpose in appearing as a carrier of deadly bacteria. All a part of the plot? even the state in which he let his appearance slip - long, stringy fur in knots, scabs from bramble scratches left uncovered, fur seemingly boiled off in spots on his front paws? though not all done for the plot so much as a result of that plot so far, still beneficial now. This unkempt crow would speak again, more upbeat:



"But here this withered beast is to help you! I can smell it, the apocalyptic disease is already upon you - someone close to you, at least."



Slender legs brought Frayer upon the stranger. He thought to cough, but such would be overkill. He let his visage portray the rest of that message, for it was time for the next. He crooked his skull at an angle, peering with one eye forward at his inquisitor, then questioned her:



"How much do you know of the blood-tear plague? Each of it's many symptoms, it's environmental factors, treatments, aggravants, it's genetic aspects... it's origins? Does your young pack even consist of a healer?"



He waited for no response. He strode high and slowly circled her, speaking with his tone subject to a gradual crescendo, each word more dramatic than the last!



"I have been made witness to much, and prowled in to witness much more that I was never meant to. Many secrets of these lands and worlds beyond I have discovered and made sworn to uphold..."



Just a moment to catch his breath; a scratchiness could be heard on that deep inhalation, and he continued as loud and climbing.



"But the truths of the epidemic I must reveal! I am by honor obligated to stop the annihilation of all wolves by this malady, as was foretold..." He halted his steps and looked straight at her face. "As became of the ancient humans!" added he, as the truth behind the death of humanity was a mystery to all - so why not use wolves' ignorance to upscale the tragedy?



And to end scene one of Frayer's play, he submitted to her the conclusion of his message:




"I must obtain the assistance of your pack to save Alacritis... to produce... the cure!"