disloyal thoughts.
07-28-2013, 09:37 PM
It was painfully easy to lie. So many wolves just ate up anything Tyberius told them, without stopping to question if it was truth. Perhaps they wanted to think the best of him. If that was the case, they were dead wrong. Lying efficiently was both a game and a way of life for the three-legged wolf, although he wasn't always that concerned when someone saw through him. He'd always had the deformity to use as a crutch. Most wolves wouldn't dare hurt a cripple, especially if he told them he was born that way. Sometimes he'd say he was addled. That was even more fun for him.
Today, however, he'd found a quiet place in the Red Forest, somewhere he could spend time alone. On days he wasn't being a pest, he needed to be alone so that he could recharge. He wasn't particularly fond of the company of others (unless he was making the exception to bother them) and sought solitary walks whenever he felt the need. Medusa hadn't yet realized that he wasn't as reliable as he acted and that was relief in itself. He wasn't ready to manufacture more lies. He was already hock-deep in enough.
Newt appeared to trust him, as did Medusa. Knowing that his cover had not yet been blown was reassuring. He had taken the opportunity to lay underneath a rather large tree, resting his head on his paws. Sleep was threatening to take him under her wing but he wouldn't allow that in such an open place. Only his den was acceptable, even for napping. The wolves that he didn't want to deal with wouldn't dare enter his den. Most of the time, they didn't want to be near him anyway.
The thing that bothered Tyberius was that he hadn't had the chance to prove his worthiness to his alpha. He could do so much for her, if he wanted. If he didn't, he could tear down her newly-built palace with no remorse. His loyalty lay on a fine line. He could go either way and be happy. Trustworthiness and loyalty were not in his nature. The white female with the purple eyes had earned the rank of lead scout and, although he'd never admit it, he was bothered by it. I could do so much better. This is her job, but this is my lifestyle. He blew air out of his nose, annoyed by the thought. Maybe he could do better. Maybe he could lie.
The thought was enticing. Very enticing. He would have pondered the questions a little further if he hadn't heard a noise from somewhere nearby. The faint scent told him that it was lupine. Unfortunately. It was unfair to think such a thing; living on packlands meant that he'd eventually run into other wolves that lived there.
07-28-2013, 10:52 PM
Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
Of course it would be the one wolf he wasn't looking forward to seeing. She'd snatched away his position, and if she hadn't already, she certainly would soon. The female didn't look as if she'd meant to interrupt his leisure time and said as much. Tyberius noted that she had a limp as well, a slight one that was just barely noticeable. He lifted his head from its resting place but didn't attempt to rise to his feet, his green gaze trained on the white fea.
He was amused that she'd actually sought him out. Earlier, he had taken great care to hide himself from passersby, so he knew that she wanted something before she'd even spoken. Her words irritated him. In a way, her manner of speaking reminded him of his brother's. Spare me, he thought, suppressing the growl of displeasure that threatened to rumble in his chest. She was hoping that they could share information and get to know one another. He kept himself from rolling his eyes as he contemplated how to answer. Maybe he could use her to get information. Maybe he'd feed her all the wrong things. It all depended on how he felt at that very moment. "Alena, he said, dipping his head in acknowledgement of her much-unwanted presence. Feigning politeness, he said, "I wouldn't mind that at all. What do you need to know?" His imitation of his brother fell flat in his eyes, although he wasn't really trying all that hard. He didn't care if she could see through him. He'd just try again later.
Feeling as if he were at a disadvantage by remaining lying down, he shuffled himself into a sitting position. His tail was wrapped loosely around his haunches, revealing the scarred stump. He didn't care much at all, really. She would leave soon enough. He'd just have to try to keep his sarcastic tongue in check until then. She could be useful. I don't think I can sway her to my 'side' of things but I can plant ideas in her head, maybe. Or, maybe she'll just hear my information and find the job too trying... but that would be too easy.
07-29-2013, 01:13 AM
Once her questions were asked, he wrestled with the idea of telling her the truth. It wouldn't harm much of anything at this point, plus he was sure that she'd know not to trust him due to his duty. Smart girl, he thought idly before making his reply. "I have been a spy for a good part of my life, a little over a year now. I cannot run well, nor can I hunt large game with ease. This was the best choice for me," he said calmly, all trace of his irritation gone. He bounced between emotions so quickly, it was difficult for him to keep track of what he was currently doing.
"I could ask you the same thing," he said, watching her carefully for her reaction. He had not chosen to become a spy, although in the end, fate had made the right decision. Tyberius knew that Medusa had bestowed the rank upon the female, that she had not chosen this for herself either, but he would wait for her response. He didn't need a reason to ask. He would ask questions as he pleased.
08-02-2013, 07:55 AM
An assassin? That wasn't something a regular wolf saw every day, especially disguised as an innocent white female. Instantly, he was intrigued. He'd given some thought to the act of killing other wolves and had come to the conclusion that he would have no trouble doing so if given the chance. It hadn't messed with her brain, so far as he could tell. She could be interesting, that much was a given. "Interesting. You don't seem the type, by far, although I suppose it helps with the job at hand." He wasn't the socializing type but it would probably do him well to have at least one wolf on his side, if something should happen.