Wolf RPG

Thatch had been traveling for too long. His feet ached and he was growing bitter. But the sweet thought of revenge and hatred spurred him onward. Someday he would return to Goldenreach and kill his father. Could be years from now, but that was certain. He grinned to himself at the thought of ripping his father's fur out and tearing him to pieces. His fault, his fault! Mom is dead because of him, he killed her. Don't worry Thatch, you'll kill him back. Niiiiice and slooooooow.

He soon came to the borders of the pack he'd been seeking. The sweet smell of blood marked it, and he was sure this was it. He sat down, very pleased with how soon he'd come to find this place. It was very dark, mysterious, and creepy. I love this. He grinned and licked his lips, his new life would begin here or so he hoped. He howled out, a long howl for the alpha. The red brown male sat down and waited patiently, staring blatantly into the dark forest. He could wait, just like any decent killer, he could wait.

Burke was patrolling the borders when the loner arrived at their borders. The alpha wasn't far gone from the wolf. Still the scent marking male was surrounded by his own scent. The wind not revealing the loner just yet. It was his howl that alerted Burke. The alpha male trotted forward. They did not have loners in awhil and he as curious what this one had to tell him.

Burke looked at th arrival from the shadows. The male then stepped forward. His expression stoic. He did not reveal anything on his features. His pale eyes looked at the other giving the loner permission to state his business.

Lucky for him, Thatch didn't have to be patient. Soon a very large dark colored male stepped from the shadow, staring down at the little devil. Thatch gave him one of his signature wicked grins as he bowed his head submissively. After a moment of his respectful gesture, he look back up to the alpha, a gleam in his amber gold eyes. Hello, I'm Thatcher. I'm looking for a pack, and this one seemed to be a good fit. With the blood markers and whatnot. So I would be honored to join your ranks. 

He tried to be as polite as his crazy little mind would let him, for at this point he was kind of desperate for a pack. He remained in his respectful posture, wanting in no way to offend the alpha.

Burke looked at the male before him who briefly showed him a bit of respect before looking at him. The alpha looked at him with disproval. His body remaining calm but he did look annoyed. The male explained quickly what he was here for. Burke didn't say anything, on the first hand this male didn't look like he would fit their requirements. "Blood markers and what not," he repeated, sounding grumpy. This wolf sounded like a child. Blood markers and what not?! Like it was some form of a joke. "You will be added to be a border marker if you aren't respectful," Burke started, his docked tail raising higher.

Burke snorted, his pale eyes on the other. "What makes you think you are qualified?," he questioned. Someone's answer always told Burke more than enough. Burke did not want the standard joining. He wanted to be surprised, like with Quiet, ones that could make his pack greater not filled with leeches.

Thatcher's smile dropped as a wave of fear rolled over to him. This guy meant business, and definitely wasn't one to mess with. If he wanted to join them, he'd have to really sell himself, and be really respectful about it. He was clever, and didn't want to risk anything. Well I can fight, I've killed before, but my sister really deserved it. I'm clever, I can help with strategies and I can hunt. I want a pack that can help me become a true killer though, a real first class murderer. He smiled, hoping he was selling enough.

Im not scared either. I'll fight any battles you need me to, kill anyone you ask me to kill. I'll do my best to prove myself to you.  He added in, giving Burke a respectful nod. His smile had faded to something more serious now. This was a serious matter, and he had to prove himself to this alpha. Hopefully Burke could think more of him than his father ever did. Oh how he longed to kill his father, someday soon. Though he was a patient killer, and would strike when the time was right.

Burke looked at him skeptically for a moment. Then he started to talk why he belonged in this pack. They did not only house assassins. They also had spies and other cunning creatures. They mostly liked to accomplish mystery. The alpha was interested in hearing he killed his sister. Cold. But that could be only talk. The wolf was not a fan of words, he preferred deeds. Then came the mention that the wolf was clever. A smart wolf would not mention that. Burke was starting to believe that this wolf was all bullshit talk.

"And what if we already have enough mercenaries?," he returned. Burke was not confirming anything or rejecting him. He was just giving the male something to think about it he was so clever. Seeing that in his answer it didn't sound like he thought about it. He was not coming over as very clever. But hey who was he to judge maybe is next answer would make him a tad more interesting.

Thatch thought about the alpha's question. He indeed hadn't thought about it before, but he always had a comeback ready to fire. Enough or too many? Because if you only have enough you could still have more. I'm small, and I can seem friendly. My sister didn't see it coming. I took her out one night and told her that there was a carcass waiting just for her. As soon as she turned her back I went right for her neck. He relished in the memory, proud of his accomplishments. Sir, honestly I could be anything you want me to. I'll do brute force, stealthy assassin, ruthless hunter or one of my personal favorites, tactician. I have a little experience healing, my mother was a healer.

All he said was true, but hopefully Burke would believe him. Sometimes his sly grin came off as he was hiding something, that was why in this instance, his face was serious. He wouldn't take any chances. He kept close to the ground, making sure he didn't seem challenging in any way. His tail was slightly tucked, but in all he showed confidence.

Burke quietly looked at the loner at his border as he was thinking out loud. The large male found that the other was mostly all talk. He had that before with Hecate. The he started telling how he killed his sister and Burke was not even remotely interested how the male apparently killed his sister. The alpha let out a sigh. The male had no grain of discretion or mystery about him. Burke was not convinced at all, in fact he might even look a bit bored.

The Mr. Perfect started to go on and on what he could do so well. "What is it you can't do well?,' he asked. Just to amuse himself. Maybe this male was so deluded that he couldn't even see a flaw in himself. Burke might even be in a crappy mood, not really interested. "Why this pack then? Why did we spark the interest of such a multi talent like you," he returned sounding quite sarcastic.

Thatch was starting to get a bit annoyed with this alpha's complete un-interest. Of course he wouldn't show it though. It wasn't that he thought himself to be great, he really just like to talk. Burke mocked him a little, but Thatch didn't crack a smile. He wanted to prove himself. He started to feel the same sensation he used to feel about his own father. Before he hated his dad, he felt like he wasn't worth the time to his own father. His whole life trying to impress him but nothing ever worked. He wanted, no had to show Burke what he could do.

Because no other pack could help me like you could. If I went to another pack and said, 'hi I'm Thatch, I'm an assassin training to kill my father and I'd love to join you' they wouldn't be so open to the idea. He nodded seriously, staring up at Burke though still avoiding eye contact.

Burke was annoyed by the fact that this wolf didn't even reply to his question if he was bad at anything. It had gone ignored and instead he talked about what he could learn here. Burke was skeptical once more. He had the feeling enough packs would be willing to take in a young assassin. "What makes you so sure we are the spot to train assassins then." Sure they had some carcasses at their borders but that could also mean they were terribly hostile. Of course they actually did have an assassin training but he was not going to shout it from the rooftops that this particular forest holds the dark brotherhood.

Burke looked at him and then decided to be honest. "Look, kid. You seem to desperately want to prove yourself or want to tell me how good you are yet you come with no proof. I am just not convinced. You're all bark and I seriously doubt you can back it up." Burke looked at him with a more serious expression. He could take this wolf in, let him have the two week trail like others had before him but still Burke didn't want to take in a wolf that had no potential to become a dark brother. He was not surprised. Currently this wolf was just one of many with a good bark.

I don't know, I guess the fact that your pack was called the dark brotherhood kind of popped. Thatch couldn't help but make a little joke, this conversation was too serious for him. I don't mean that disrepectfully, of course. He added, after realizing that Burke might take that the wrong way. The alpha male didn't seem too fond of him, but he wouldn't give up yet.

I promise that if you give me a chance, I won't disappoint you. I'm not perfect, I'm no Mr. wonderful. But trust me, anything! Whatever you want, just let me prove it to you. Thatch wasn't pleading, he wouldn't do that. He could make it without this pack. But it would be great if he could at least have a chance. He wasn't one to disappoint. His theatricality usually did impress, but Burke might be different. His motivation now came from somewhere deeper than just wanting to join. His whole life he'd been told he couldn't. Well he had to prove that he could.

Burke looked at the loner skeptically. "And how would you know that this is our name?," he questioned. That was kind of interesting because outside of the woods they lived they still portrayed themselves as Black Feather Woods. So if he heard it from someone it was curious as to whom he heard it off. The male was almost pleading by now and seeing that they had the room Burke decided that he would accept him for a two week trail at least.

Burke nodded slowly. "Alright. Two weeks. If I haven't seen you by that time or you have been leeching from our resources you will be kicked out instantly," he spoke. "I'm Burke and you alpha. This is indeed the Dark Brotherhood. Don't go into the Red Grove, the clearing with the red bushes, and I also advise you to not go into the swamps yet or into Weeping meadow. The gasses in this meadow can in fact kill you," he explained. "You will work towards a trade and i better see some progress. Welcome to the Brotherhood."

I met a wolf a bit ago named Cicero. Thatch replied quickly, hopefully that would be enough of an explanation. He waited, and waited, and then finally Burke nodded. A smile lit up his face as Burke agreed. He listened to Burke's advice, don't eat the yellow snow, that kind of stuff. Thatch nodded in understanding, completely thrilled. He had done it, proved himself. Yeah dad, he thought before replying to the alpha male. Thank you, I won't disappoint.  

Welcome to the Brotherhood. Burke finished, and it was official. He was a Blackfeather wolf now. What would he do first? Work towards his trade, enjoy the rest of his day, get acquainted with other members? So much to do, but Thatch would take it slow. Two weeks was plenty of time.