Wolf RPG

Throughout the lair a howl had echoed, one of unfamiliar origins, but with a message that was clear enough. Someone was requesting an audience, whether it be with her in particular or any member of the tribe, the meaning still stood. Interested was she in witnessing whoever had approached their land, and so it was with a purpose in mind that the girl had set out towards the border nearest the cavern's opening. Her pace lacked panic, continuing at a moderate speed the entire way. It had been some time since they'd a visitor, but Asterr was not in any rush to greet them. In life, patience was perhaps the greatest virtue to possess, and so the yearling would test the summoner's limits.

Once the stranger was visible, her pace had further slowed until she was walking, before finally coming to a stop a little ways off. Ezimette was there already, and she seemed to exhibit a demeanor of familiarity towards the outsider. Naturally, she was interested by whatever connection they shared. It was a ways back she'd stood from them, close enough to hear their conversation, but far enough away so as not to disturb them. Given that they seemed to know one another, Asterr chose to not intervene just yet, opting instead to see how things were to play out between them.

It was not Ezimette that had noticed her presence initially, but the stranger instead. With her being there having been acknowledged, the girl stepped forward, drawing nearer to the pair before coming to a stop once more. A smile was offered, possessing no reason to harbour any ill will towards the unknown female, but soon her gaze had been directed towards the wolf she did know. Greeted was she, and so the sentiment had been returned with a soft nod of her head. The words spoken were not what she'd been expecting, though. An old friend, perhaps, but a sister? It was strange how siblings could find one another, even with so much time having been placed between them. "I knew not that she was your sister," the chieftess returned, looking upon the pallid woman as she spoke, only to then direct her attention towards the other. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Texiceia." Soothing was her voice, like honey as it slid down along a sore throat, even as she hit a few bumps in the road whilst attempting to pronounce the unfamiliar name.

"I am sure the two of you have plenty of catching up to do," she began, situating herself in a manner that allowed her to look to them each with ease. "So I will be frank in my asking of what you wish to do next?" As peaceful as they were, Asterr would not allow an outsider to step one foot within the boundaries of her claim, even if that outsider happened to be a relative of someone from within the tribe. Of course, the duo would always be more than welcomed to meet beyond Ryūjin's land, but the dragoness could not leave them without knowing first of which option might be chosen.

The other seemed friendly thus far, and undisturbed the clear butchering of her name. Good points, but a pleasant personality simply wasn't enough anymore. Asterr had to allow members in based on whether or not their presence would be beneficial for the tribe as a whole. "You may call me Asterr," she'd said then. "Asterr Draconid." It was rare that she ever asked her official title to be used, for the basis of her tribe did not call for such formalities. They were a family, after all. While the outsider was not quite one of them, she would be granted the same respect as if she were, for the sole reason that she wished to join them and had done naught a single thing to offend either the leader or the land—yet, and hopefully never.

Asterr looked the other female over, taking in her appearance and visual health. She seemed fit, which could prove useful when combined with the trades she wished to acquire. "We have no shortage of the former, but I feel as if we could never have too many medics within our home," the yearling noted. "As for the latter, would you mind giving a demonstration of your skills? Few that arrive here ever list the role of a hunter as one of their aspirations, so I am curious of your current abilities." As was her nature, she would not force the other to carry out her wishes if traveling had led to weariness. Still, she felt as if she should at least make a point about it, that way she'd have a chance at learning something more of the potential member.

Formal was the other still, behaving in a manner that the yearling had not viewed as common since her departure from home. It felt strange to her now, but she made no move to correct the other. After all, it was normal to some that they speak in a traditional way, so she felt as if it was not her place to coach another being on their patterns in speech. To some, perhaps her own way of presenting herself was strange or lacking a casual air to it. It was merely a matter of one's childhood, their culture and familial background. Thus, the proper mannerisms were accepted, a small smile making itself at home across her lips. In a way, the conversation served as a reminded of the place from which she'd originated, soothing her mind and easing her body. It would be pleasant to have the other around, and yet, immediate acceptance could not be given. Already had a task been proposed, and then seemingly accepted in turn.

Asked was she of how a demonstration might be given, though an answer was not offered so soon after. Rather, a thoughtful expression had taken over her features, considering a number of tasks. Finally, once she'd decided, Asterr had answered with, "By bringing to me an offering, of course." Simple as that, really. "Are your plans to specialize with earth, water, or air?" To hunt for animals that called the land their home, to fish for various creatures, or to claim the sky as her own personal hunting grounds—each path would offer a separate task, for each required a different set of skills. "If you are to choose the earth, then bring to me a rabbit. If you would rather specialize with water, a fish. However, if you are capable enough to kill those that claim the sky as their own, then bring to me any species of bird," she'd stated, her words clear and her wishes direct. There was a selection to chose from, a variety that would offer the other a chance at showcasing that which she could truly do, but the end goal would always remain the same: locate, kill, and return with some animal of prey.

Earth was chosen, the most common skill when it came to hunting. Of course, Asterr cared little for which element the other most fancied, just as long as she excelled with her chosen medium. Whether or not the outcome of her hunt would influence whether or not she was permitted to join had yet to be decided, the situation being taken one step at a time. While the yearling did wish to strengthen her family, she knew not if the other could be welcomed, for her loyalties seemed to lie solely with her sister. It could prove to be problematic, though she certainly hoped that it might not. For the time being, she'd disposed of any negative notions, nodding in response to Texi's words and then watching as she'd headed off to complete the task. For the time that it took her to complete it, the dragoness had stationed herself on the border, sitting back on her haunches in silence and awaiting the outsider's return.

When the pale coat was spotted once more, the chieftess had returned to standing upright, silver gaze following the steps taken until she had once again grown close enough to be spoken to. From her jaws there hung a rabbit, it's body limp and motionless, a clear sign that its soul had since left the earthly plane. A smile fixed itself across her maw, a faint nod of approval then being directed towards the female. "You did well," she'd complimented, looking the hare over for a moment before returning her attention to the being that held it. "You have proven yourself as an able body, but that is not all that you must do in order to gain acceptance into my tribe." Skills alone never gave to anyone a free pass into her land, for no matter how beneficial one's presence might be, they were considered, still, as nothing if they were lacking in loyalty.

"Within this tribe there lives a family," she began. "Not of blood, per se, but of bonds. To one another we are most loyal, as are we to the land itself. Without either a family or land, one cannot survive, and so we honour these gifts bestowed upon us." Even if they were to be tested or tempted, to the tribe each would remain faithful, as that was the way of the dragon. "If you will offer to each of us your loyalty, then I will grant you access into this home of ours. However, if it is only your sister that binds you here, I will be forced to turn you away." Now it was up to Texi to decide her fate.

What she was to expect from the other, she could not tell. The sisters seemed comfortable with one another, even after having spent quite some time apart, and so a part of her had assumed it would—could—only be Ezimette capable of attracting her loyalty. On the other hand, however, she wished not to judge based upon appearances alone, for many actions held not a single meaning behind them, but several. To assumed anything would only cause confusion to arise, as well as informal judgement calls that placed emotions ahead of that which was most important. The type of being that resorted to such behavior was something she would never allow for herself to become, as even the briefest of thoughts falling under their reign caused her stomach to churn. Sickened was she by such inappropriate notions, for emotions often clouded one's better judgement. To honour her family, herself, and the dragon that resided within her, she could never decide another creature's fate based solely off of her own feelings towards the matter. Thus, it was with a recently cleared mind that she'd awaited the other female's response, leaving the decision as Texi's to make.

Finally, when the woman had answered, there came a wave of relief crashing down upon the yearling's very essence. It had been foolish to think for even a moment that one sister's life would directly influence the other's, for as close as they might appear to be, they still existed as individuals. Upon the younger's maw a smile had appeared, silently noting the words shared. "I will trust your word on this, but know that if you betray this faith I have placed onto you, there will be consequences," Asterr stated, steadfast in her ways. "Though for now I welcome you, Texiceia, into this home of ours." Swiftly, she'd moved forward, nearing her side and touching to the wolf's shoulder her muzzle. For a moment or two it'd lingered against her, before being pulled back and the chieftess' previous position returned to. "I will leave you and your sister to catch up." With that, the girl had turned, flashing one last smile in the duo's direction before heading off and returning to the comfort of the lair.