the afternoon sun dapples the land with its luminous blood-- as much as it can, as promising clouds roll overhead, promising potential storms. soltero led her to the borders of his pack-- the borders of the creek. the cloaked fae took a few considerate steps behind him-- after what had happened at the woods, she wasn't looking for another fight... not that she thought she'd get into one with one of the members by her side. her ears perked up as the grey man spoke to her, speaking of honesty, the skills she has... honestly was something she, admitedly, used sparingly-- though in her nature, she does whatever she can to get her way. velvet gave him an ernest nod, bearing witness as he raised his head into the sky-- a ghostly howl escaping the column of his throat.
There was a lilting voice that greeted Soltero and the she-wolf who now accompanied him. The swarthy male recognized the voice as Chusi’s—the young mother of their pack that remained a mystery to him still, and who had entered their ranks upon the good graces of Durnehviir. The male that had stolen her innocence had left, though it mattered little—both regals, at the time, had been certain should he try to make a reappearance, he would be met with harsh words, if not a haphazard fang.
His eyes grazed over Chusi’s slim form with mild appreciation—almost anything feminine seemed to catch his eye these days, as the wolf sought to fill the silence that trailed him upon Durnehviir’s departure and full break from him. As pretty as the girl was, she was naive, though, and he could not quite speak to her intelligence—he, unfortunately, had not gotten to know her yet. Something he would remedy.
Soltero, however, had proven to be a truly worthy asset to the pack, and one he rewarded as such. Swiftcurrent Creek had seen bleak days, and it was nigh time to rebuild their ranks. The silver Beta seemed to understand this. “Hello,” the shadowrunner greeted, his stocky form sliding up next to Chusi’s as his eyes focused upon the stranger. “Welcome to Swiftcurrent Creek borders.”
she stood silent as another emerged from the territory at soltero's call. a dark lady answers first, a rather relaxed disposition as she notices the pair at the borders. she greets them both before darting her eyes around-- likely looking for the creature that soltero meant to beckon in the first place. still, she remains silent, greeting the lady back with a nod of her head as the man at her side gave her a verbal greeting.
it wasn't long after the first's arrival that a great shadow emerged-- her gaze turned upwards at who she had presumed to be the reigning king of the claim. her head dps in greeting; trying to appear as respectful as she can although sucking in her pride to allow herself this was something the fae had minor issue with. a baritone greeting came from the dark wraith echoed through her senses as she answered back. ,,hello.'' her voice was kept low, replaying what the masked wolf by her side had said to her in her mind. ,,i am velvet. soltero had told me about your pack and i am here to humbly request you allow me to join your ranks. i am a skilled huntress and have years of specialized training in combat.'' uh, are you supposed to tell your possibly-alpha that you're an assassin? she figured it was something she would mention in private-- had the time ever needed to come.
Chusi remained silent by his side—he sensed the look cast to him at the siren’s smooth words, and he too wondered what ‘years’ could possibly indicate from one so young—but the Mayfair was not one to dwell upon what could have been a statement poorly worded. She was youthful, polite and thus far he saw no reason to turn her away, especially given his trust in Soltero’s recruitments.
But he was still curious. “Constantine,” he offered in turn, his own fiery eyes glancing to Chusi momentarily, wondering if she would choose to offer her own name. When he turned back to the she-wolf called Velvet, he studied her, his wolfish brows lifting upward. “What form of battle experience do you have?”
was waiting for soltero but i guess it's okay if i just... post? ^^;
his name was offered-- constatine. a smooth name rolled off of lips, lingering in the frigid air for a second before falling to the ground as all things eventually do. his fiery gaze darted towards the female at his side whilst his brows raised. a question came to her in the form of battle experience; perhaps 'years' was a poorly worded statement in her own regard. although young, her prowess in fighting was a gift-- she might as well have years of experience behind her. ,,i have experience in combat, specifically--'' her words started, trying to find a way to twirl her sentence. ,,i can fight, i'm an excellent defender. no one with ill intentions can ever escape my claws.''
Last post from me, unless he's stopped!
It was a big claim for one so young, but Constantine was less suspicious and instead held more intrigue to the inky raven’s proclaimed skills. He gave a small nod, his eyes drifting to Soltero before he drifted forward, his stocky form brushing against hers to rub his shoulder to hers—accepting her to their ranks with his scent.
“Welcome to Swiftcurrent Creek, Velvet,” he decided, and with that, the Mayfair turned, giving his present company a small nod of quiet farewell as he made his way to leave. His nose touched to Chusi’s cheek as he went past her—as if entreating a silent apology to how ignored the girl was within their home. Her loyalty had not been glazed over in his eyes.