MONEY. POWER. GLORY

*Qanik* · 07-29-2014, 12:04 PM

Qanik's brow knotted in worry and confusion at Roman's low-voiced words to her, but did not press further. More of their packmates appeared, some of whom Qanik had not yet met and she watched them with interest. But finally, Roman began the meeting.

She introduced some of the newer members, including welcoming back (back? Qanik wondered, for she had never yet seen this wolf) a wolf she introduced as her sister Satis... the new legionary. Qanik sent an intensely questioning glance at her alpha - this was certainly the first she was hearing of this, and while it was by no means necessary for her to sign off on rankings since she was only the secondary it still bothered her a little to know that she had not even been informed until now, a wolf being brought in from outside the pack to be put over the members. There was still some lingering worry from Roman's own installation as alpha despite her never having been in the pack, and it was sparked back to life by the possibility of nepotism. Still she would hold her tongue - she would not question the alpha in front of the pack, for leadership must appear undivided no matter the personal feelings of the lesser of the pair.

It was Roman's next words that would rock her back on her heels. Poison? Trespassing? War? Gossamir had definitively said that the disease was not poison, that the cure they had been brought had not been poison. They had needed to force the herbs on the paranoid Roman long after they'd already treated the other wolves. How could she still be convinced that the red woman had poisoned them? More, how could she take the pack to war on such paranoid ramblings?

Her shocked gaze swept over the other wolves as many offered their support for the war. How could they be so easily convinced? Her eyes stopped on Flamesong and her breath caught. Gods above, the man looked like he was barely alive. What... had it been her rejection of him that had brought him to such dire straits?

Distracted by the sight, by the pain that held her chest in a vise, she almost didn't realize Roman had howled until suddenly the area was filling with strangers. Rough looking, sneering types some of them. Some obviously related to Roman, probably from their allied pack. Her hackles rose in alarm as more crowded into Tortuga, these two packs come to pledge their support to this war. They offered words of blood and death and darkness and mixed emotions raced like electricity through her blood. Tears of frustration prickled at her eyes and she couldn't help the shudder that shook her. It wasn't supposed to be this way, your pack was supposed to mean everything, not be pushed into unjust wars and shunted aside in favor of... of hooligans.

It was one of their own wolves - Shay, the strange one-eyed healer - who broke into the rising tumult of emotion with his unusual vocal patterns. In that peculiar way he had of somehow showing none of the emotions his words and contrived motions suggested, he spoke of how Covari had been dissolved and how were they going to war with a pack that was not a pack? Qanik seized on his words with gratitude, relief nearly washing her eyes in true tears, particularly when Roman spoke, calling off the war... if rather angrily. Her words chilled Qanik, who had not seen her so vindictive before.

Roman spoke dismissively to them, and Qanik stood mechanically, dipping her head to the alpha without speaking before turning tail and fleeing the meeting. She was afraid that words would set off this torrent she was holding back by a bare claw. A woman her age, a warrior her whole life, barely keeping herself from bawling. Ridiculous, really. This whole thing... ridiculous.

Speech,

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