@Slade
Everything seemed to be going downhill for this mother. Her sons, her precious boys, were out there. Possibly dead. Lusa refused to think of the truth.
"
They're out there, know they are!" she yelled to herself while pacing on the outside of the Blackfeather borders. She had asked Grimnir to watch over Peridot so she could have time alone. She needed to get her mind straight. The storm had made her go a little crazy.
She paced faster, her left hind leg lifted. "
Il est correct Lusa. Tout ira bien!" she muttered in her native tongue. "
Damien et Cicero seront bientôt de retour et quelqu'un trouveront Chevalier," she muttered. But something in her the back of her mind told her to just give up.
No! Not that easy!
Slade had been keeping a close on the land after he had come back from his little trip. Especially after the talk with Burk. Several wolves enter, and most never leave.
What had become of his once cozy little lunatic home?
Speaking of which,
Another soul had appeared.
From the recesses of shadows he had watched the pacing, but dismissed it as a wolf that has gone rabid. But this dark female stank not of the sickness of foaming death, but a death of a different kind. Grief. Lunacy.
Beautiful.
From his perch atop a barely high but mysteriously thriving willow tree, Slade observed this female on distress, before he leapt from the 6 foot limb. Purposefully angling himself to drop onto a mound of dead grass, he cushioned the blow to his joints, and muffled the sound of his fall.
He was nearly invisible to the naked eye, his luscious power striking twin comparison with the shadows of BlackFeathers night time, but he strode into the moonlight purposefully, his regal mane-like ruff dancing in the light wind.
Slade strode to the fae as she neared the edge of the circuit she placed around the pack land. The very border he once walked. He did not over step it, but close enough, he stayed.
"Hello."
A voice was heard in the distance, making her jump. She didn't expect anyone to be near. Her blue eyes rested on a dark wolf, his pelt glowing against the moonlight. At first she thought it was Ohen, but the scent said otherwise. A loner. "Hello," she answered blankly. She would have attacked him then, but she just had her pups a few weeks ago. Also with her foor broken, she was in no shape to fight.
She stepped closer to the loner, studying him. He looked like he was as old as Grimnir. He seemed much bigger than the female. Her eyes trailed over to his shoulder. There was a faint red paw marking. The mark of the Brotherhood. She looked up at the stranger. "You are a Dark Brother I see."
Already his option was beginning to form of the female. And unfortunately for her, it wasn't one of positive aspects. Burke had this female who not only had an obvious injury, but a recently labored mother who's teats had not yet abandoned her for reasons of modesty, patrolling an area he called himself an Alpha of.
Savage.
"Indeed. And you are a mother. Why do you not rest with your spawn, fellow dark one?"
His gaze of fire drifted to her wounded foot, then climbed back to her face. As he examined her, he caught the event he had remembered as his last memory in the family.
The one he had fought and had detained in the swamp for his lunacy and treason.
Grimnir.
"Why does your mate let you walk injured and alone through desolate pack lands? It would be a shame if someone of my stature and strength had a vendetta against the pack, and began whittling you all off, one by one...And the first would be the weakest."
The Dark Kings hellish stare stayed in her own luminescent azure gemstones.
His gravelly baritone serenade lowered and softened as he spoke to the distant mother.
"Tell me, lady of BlackFeather...And speak to me the truth..."
The Nightmare gave another second of silence for her then asked,
"Would they start their killing spree with you?"
She didn't like the way he looked at her. It was a gaze she had given many times. Thirst for blood. He asked why she was not with her children and then glanced down at her crooked paw. She snarled internally, but still she stood calm in front of this wolf. She could not afford a fight now.
"That is none of your concern." That was her simple answer. She would not share anything personal to any lone wolf. Even if it was a Dark Brother. His next words sent a cold shiver down her spine, making the tip of her tail twitch. If he showed any signs of attack she would have to call the Pack to get him out. She couldn't fight for a long period of time. "He did not let me. I chose to do so. And if your intending to do harm on me, I will still slay you. Make no mistake of that." Her words seemed powerful and feirce, but her eyes were calm still. "If they are not stupid like most of these wolves, then yes. But they will have more than they asked for. I'm not like most wolves you see."
Slade rewarded the obsidian beauty with a sliver of a smile. Then she commenced to screw it up, and he took it back. She was showing a bit of promise, then crashed into the ground, below.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You were doing well. I had a bit of faith in you, lass. Just a bit. "
The massive wolf shook his crown, dark locks of silken fur too shaking.
"Then you gave me a reason. Never give your reason. You also explained. Never explain yourself, unless to a superior. Keep the cards in your favor."
The man was sitting here giving the hellion advice on being a proper member of the pack he had once had mental mastery in.
A gesture of friendship, he considered it.
"The threat was within range of brilliant, but use a bit more logic in it. I do believe you would not have the capability to slay me in your current condition."
The brute took a small step back and did a full circle of himself, showing the ebony his scars.
A sinister chuckle jigged from his maw and he mused,
"I would know, would I not?"
Volcanic orbs locked into the female.
"Speaking of slay, my calling is Slade. Third member in existence to the original Dark Brotherhood. "
She wanted to attack him for his words. The fact he was still here. Her claws dug in the ground and dug in deeper as he began to circle her. She met his orbs with a slight glare. She didn't want him to be here, but there was nothing she could really do about it.
The male introduced himself as Slade, a third member to the original Dark Brotherhood. Original? What was that supposed to mean. "Mine is Moon." She didn't enjoy giving her birth name to others. She'd rather keep that safe and give them her Moon name. Ironically her Moon name was actually Moon.
"Pleased to make the acquaintance, miss Moon."
Slade saw her flex her paws daggers in the loam she stood on, and decided that either she was getting paw cramps, or she wanted to attempt to shred him. Most likely the latter.
The Dark King sat wrapping his thickly silked serpentine like tail over the top of his paws.
Now he has to figure how to converse with this Moon.
"I feel it is strange, with Burke leading this pack, Moon. As much as I had come to appreciate his existence, I can not quite fancy him as an Alpha."
The man tilted his head to the obsidian female for her opinion.
Her ears flattened on her skull when the male said his opinion of Bruke. Why would he even care who was the Alpha anyways? He obviously wasn't part of this Pack anymore. He should be worrying about his own wellbeing.
"I think Bruke is worthy of being Alpha of this Pack. He always knows what to do and when to do it. He cares about everyone in this Pack greatly, even if they give him a hard time."