It had taken Keahi more time than she had expected to set things in order before taking off to meet the newest pack, as she had been tasked by Sirius. With her polar bear armor in place and a thick woolen cloak tied tightly around her frame, the red woman had set off to where the frozen ship is. The trip is short and the tropical woman is thankful for that small comfort since it means that she will be able to sleep in the heated caves of the Armada that night.

Paws crunch through the snow as she approaches the borders of the newest pack. While she had not been at the pack challenge, the news of shifting of packs always reaches her ears and she is excited to meet the winner. A cold wind tugs at her cloak as Keahi comes to a stop a respectful distance from the scent marked border. Taking a moment to collect herself, the red woman then tips her head back and sings a song, requesting to meet the alphas of this land.

Steam pours from her mouth as the howl rings out for a few moments before she closes her mouth. With that done, she comes to sit lightly on the cold ground, tail curling around her hip as she waits to meet the wolves that live here.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

Lurid Amarix

She was on the deck of her ship when the call rang out for the alphas of Mirovis, a sigh frosted the air as she moved to go get Requiem if he wasn't already in motion. The visitors were becoming more frequent now, it wouldn't be long before they were going to need diplomats themselves. Perhaps one of her siblings would rise to that particular challenge if they ever showed themselves. Lurid knew they were here, but so far they seemed focused on settling in the northern climate of Boreas. Their homeland was cold too, colder still in the caves. When she reached Requiem, she only looked at him with a smirk, watching him for a moment before speaking. "Did you hear her, love? She calls for us." The woman who called would not have long to wait before meeting Blodreina and Haihefa.

Moving in unison with her red devil, Lurid made her way below decks to the exit, then towards the caller. The call had come from the southwest, making Lurid curious as to where the woman had come from. So far she had been lax in discovering the lands around her, the sole focus she had was raising Mirovis up from scratch. Maybe it was time to find out where the other packs were. Upon approaching the woman, Lurid noticed three things: her fur, her cloak, and her armor. Should she have worn her own armor? Would this come to aggression? "Hello." Her dual vocals rang out in a friendly but guarded tone, holographic eyes looking the red woman over. "You rang?" A small smile graced her ethereal features, Lurid being on her best behavior for the stranger. She smelled strongly of pack wolves, perhaps she was here to represent her pack.

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ART by BRIENA

I n recent days, it seemed the visitors from all over the continent had made their pilgrimages to see the splendor that was the new Mirovis. Not that he could blame a single one of them. They should all be so smart as to come bask in the glory that would become an empire before their very eyes! Even still, the incessant calls from strangers was something Requiem was having to get used to. In his line of work, a call for him was not usually a good thing, so having to retrain his brain was an interesting requirement for his new role alongside Lurid. The crimson wolf dropped everything that he was working on and began making his way through the labyrinth of old corrugated steel corridors until he came across Lurid, who was also making her way to collect him to meet their new visitor. "So it would seem, darling," he replied and gestured with a wave of his paw for the Empress to take charge and lead the way.

O nce outside the ship, Requiem would walk alongside Lurid's right side, as he had done all his life. Being the right hand to the leader of the Amarix family was no new position for the fixer wolf, but to do so in such an official capacity as the Blodreina's betrothed was. Requiem held his head high as they approached, regarding the wolf that sat at their borders waiting for them. She was a small thing clad in blacks and browns—utterly unassuming, but appearances were often deceiving. She carried with her the scent of their neighboring pack. The Armada as his recon had informed him. That was the extent of his knowledge of the pack, however. All he knew was that their alphas were said to be fearsome giants. This woman was anything but. Were the Armada leaders too good to come greet them themselves? Every other pack had sent their own alphas as a show of respect. Requiem frowned a bit; not a good first showing.

L ike Lurid, Requiem had not brought his armor, although he did always have his dagger strapped to his foreleg. If this came to violence, he would put the stranger down before she came within three paces of his queen. Lurid led the introductions and for now Req would hold his tongue. She was far more magnanimous to the Armadan lapdog sent to see them than he would have been.


"Requiem" | "Latin"

Keahi does not have to wait long for two wolves to appear; a pale woman is accompanied by a blood red male. Raising from her seated position as they near, the woman offers them a deep, respectful bow before straightening up as the woman greets her. With a friendly smile and well-practiced words, the red woman says, “Hello! I am Keahi Mogotsi, Diplomat of the Armada. We are your neighbors here in the north.”

She can feel the man’s heavy gaze on her and the tropical born wolf turns her ocean blue eyes toward him. Offering him a polite dip of head, Keahi works to keep her attention spilt between the woman who had won the pack challenge and the red male as she explains, “Sirius, the Warlord of the Armada, asked me to introduce our pack to you. He would have come himself but there were a few matters he had to see to first.”

With that, Keahi once again seats herself on the ground, tail wrapping loosely around her hip. Her stance is relaxed, open and, if they wished to attack her, the woman would be unprepared. The only reason she wears her armor is because of the warmth the polar bear fur attached to it offers. A chilly wind tugs at her woolen cloak and a shiver races her spine. But Keahi keeps the smile on her lips and asks, “May I ask, what do you intend for your pack?”

Her words are light and filled with genuine curiosity as she gazes calmly at the pair, seemingly unaware of the man’s disdain for her appearance at their border.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

Lurid was already aware of the pack that was their neighbor, but she had not made contact with them just yet. It would seem that they would make first contact, but not alpha to alpha. Lurid saw it as a small insult that this Sirius would send an emissary rather than come meet her himself. Should she be insulted? Did they not think she was worth an actual meeting? The woman sat down, seemingly comfortable in front of the demons, and Lurid gave a look to Requiem. What did he think of the situation? The look on his face said he was not happy, but he was hiding it well. Looking back to the woman - Keahi - Lurid made a show of smiling politely as she asked what the white devil had intended for her pack. "We are simply a family pack, we welcome those of like minds and seek to build on that. My family needed a place to live so I gave them one." The way the pale monster spoke was hypnotizing, her dual vocals matter-of-fact and effortless, as if there had been no thought given to taking over a pack.

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L urid was clearly none too pleased by the presence of an emissary rather than the alpha themselves as well, but like himself, she was good at wearing masks in front of strangers. She gave away nothing of her true dislike of the situation as she spoke with this diplomat from their neighbors. The wolf introduced herself as Keahi and a diplomat from the Armada, confirming his suspicions, as well as providing them the name of the alpha of the Armada. Sirius. Yes, he had heard the name before. A shame he wouldn't get to see the face to associate with it though. Despite being faced with two wolves significantly taller than she, Keahi remained calm and composed. He had to give her credit, she was very good at her job. But pleasantries only went so far, and Requiem was already planning on bringing their own visit to this Sirius' front door so they could meet the alpha that had been too busy to come himself that he sent this little girl to them instead.

K eahi asked what Mirovis was intended to be as a pack, and Requiem had to bite his tongue to keep from asking if she began all introductions with interrogations of others' personal matters, but Lurid was thankfully quick to step in and offer an innocuous, if not simple, explanation of her pack's purpose. Never one to disagree with his queen, Requiem added in, "Most of the pack is made up of wolves from the Amarix family, a noble line from a distant and long dead land. Our hopes are to rebuild this family here, with whoever survives and whatever's left. Pick up the pieces, so to speak." The dire brute tactfully left out the pack's ambitions of growing to become a longstanding empire and dynasty, of course. No need to burden a messenger with those sorts of details. "Your alpha, he likens himself as a Warlord, does he?" asked Requiem with a raise of a brow as he took his turn to ask Keahi about the pack she spoke for. "Does the Armada often march to war that their leader is called such? How afraid should we be living next to you?" It was all in falseness, of course. Requiem knew no fear, but if their neighbors were prone to raids or invasions, it would be nice to know ahead of time what to expect.


"Requiem" | "Latin"