Wolf RPG

Tyrande climbed into her den away from the thundering afternoon, which turned into a pleasant muffle in the background. The toxicologist spent the time noting her pots and stock before setting down the bucket filled with moist clay. She spent the next few minutes in the back of the chamber, molding the clay with her paws, pressing it hollow while using her nose and her mouth to pull the sides up, taking a considerably long time to do so.

She was... unsure. She felt like she belonged here. She wanted to belong... But how could she belong if very few actually wanted her company? Sitri was happy, but what about the others? Jinx found her untrustworthy(probably), Lecter either had a distaste for her or couldn't care less, Kaname and Cara most likely hated her guts, and something told her she hadn't struck any points with Vectra. So, what about all the others? Would they find her unfriendly and untrustworthy as well?

The thoughts dug holes in her mood, and only made her doubt grow. The toxicologist wondered if she would even be welcome much longer, with a even bigger question on the she-wolf ten days into heat, a little more than a third way through the cycle, and she had tried to stay out of sight, and maybe out of mind. The raven-colored female closed her eyes as she messaged the clay as an uncertain question came to mind.

Do these wolves even want me here?

The dark furred priestess was caught in the rain. While she didn't mind the droplets, the thunder worried her. She had not procured a den. She had no shelter and the flashes of light in the dark sky were threatening. Having motivation to get up and move, she scoured the land for any sign of a safe haven.

She found it in the form of one of her packmate's dens. The actual person was unknown to her, but she hoped that the wolf would be kind enough to share for the moment. The wolf was female, she could tell by the strong, musky scent that told male's that a female was in heat and fertile. The priestess wondered if there were any other mated pairs besides the alpha and her beta, or if the boys just went wild and restrained themselves at the smell of her.

Meldresi poked her head into the den, gazing at the wolf tucked in the back of the den. She breathed in the scent, noting the herbs in the den. It was hard to smell under her heat. "Hello....do you kind sharing a den with me?"

Tyrande looked up from her pottery, her muzzle caked in wet clay. A small glimmer of surprise flashed in her violet eyes as a dark-furred she wolf stumbled in. She nodded at her question, " 'Course you can stay, I just wished you had given me fair warning, it's a little dusty down here." She tipped her head to the pile of furs and pelts to the side of the den, where a bit of a dent had been dug into the have the bed a bit sunken into the ground. "There's some pelts if you want to get comfy. Let me finish this and I'll get some rabbit I've been saving."

She turned back and continued to work with her clay some more. Fixing up a bowl-like shape with her paws. "Rain's coming in, eh?"

She was given the go-ahead. Meldresi slipped inside the den to where the she-wolf gestured towards a scoop in the soil. Finding one of the pelts the violet-eyed she-wolf mentioned, the priestess dragged it over to the dent and laid on it. She shook herself gently to rid herself of the dampness, but not wild enough to get water all over the female's den.

Her indigo eyes scoured the den, focusing on the strange object that her host was molding out of clay. "So it is. Hopefully the lightning doesn't strike the pines...." Summer thunderstorms were always the most dangerous, since the heat dried out the soil and tress, and the sudden lightning that came with the storm could always cause trouble. "What's that you are making?" She queried, voicing her question on the wolf's hobby.

"Yes, let's hope not!" Tyrande exclaimed looking back at the entrance with mild concern now. She had heard the thunder, but had yet to see lightning in this sudden storm... hopefully it would pass by without much trouble.

She turned back to her shapeless form of a bowl. "It's called a 'pot'. Humans make them to store things. It's where I got the idea from... When I came to Teekon Wilds, it surprised me how little these wolves know of humans, considering that the rest of the world is almost full of 'em..."

She turned to the crag in her den. "I use my pots to store my toxins, considering some of them, if you even smell them it can have nasty effects. So, I keep them in clay pots to protect visitors from the fumes. I, however, have grown immune to their effects..."

She moved closer and examined the "pot" closely. It looked like an ingenious device! To hold materials in a small container? It would most likely keep the herbs and toxins from decaying to quickly as well as protecting other visitors from the fumes. How interesting.

"You're a toxicologist?" she looked at the female, already surmising that she was a herbalist of some sort. While Meldresi was a priestess of all trades, she was most interested in poisons and other plants. Maybe she could learn something from this one.

Tyrande smiled broadly and nodded. "Correct. I am a toxicologist, to put it scientifically. But I have been known as many other, rather vile and unnecessary names, be it witch, alchemist, or just a strange wolf in general. Either way, I take pride in what I do. I find it very useful if you know how to use them correctly."

She looked at the visitor, rather bashfully. "Ah! My apologies. My name is Tyrande, Tyrande Nightshade. And whom to I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Meldresi sympathized a bit with Tyrande. Like her, she was called witch, but also harlot, slut, whore, assassin. She was a courtesan by nature, the type of wolf to be a married man's mistress, then kill him after a night of love-making. The priestess was only following her religion and nothing more. No hard feelings.. was something she remembered saying to her first kill. She didn't really want to kill him, but her goddess demanded the blood of deceit.

"Meldresi Melonii. I dabble in toxicology myself." she said. At the moment she was reluctant to say to others that she was a priestess, because they would always ask of what religion. That, she would keep as a secret. But maybe, she could see if this toxicologist would be willing to be interested in her goddess. She would have to wait and see.

She puffed out her chest, both surprised and pleased. "Finally, someone I can actually speak to without them looking at me like I'm some kind of abomination..." She, of course, excluded Sitri in this. Otherwise, there are very few wolves she has actually grown acquainted to.

She turned to her mass of pots, to the right of it was a fresh earth mound. She padded over and began to dig furiously.

"All I have is rabbit and vole. What would you like? I, personally, would like you to stay a while and chat, if you don't mind."

"Likewise." she gave a small smile to the strangely-furred female. It wouldn't hurt to make a few friends while she remained here. Though her goddess would probably make her betray them, it was fun to savor the moments while they lasted.

Tyrande offered her vole or a rabbit. She wasn't feeling all that hungry, but she did not want to decline. "Vole, please." she responded. "And I do not mind either, it would be nice to get to know my packmates better."

Tyrande had dealt with this before. A "Spider-sense" that told her something was... off. It was the same sensation she had when she first met Kaname, only slightly different. With Kaname, she felt that any question he asked was something that could be used against her. This sensation told her something was being hidden, like a shadow following this wolf around. It was so similar, that it made her stop and cringe for a second as a shiver ran up her spine. However, it was different enough to be overlooked by the toxicologist, who merely tilted her head for a few seconds while a flash of concern spread across her face before she quickly stuffed it out into a greeting smile.

"Indeed," she slowly but surely began to continue, "I would like to, as well, but usually most don't like me simply because of how I act towards them. I have disdain to a point, but I guess they just don't like my careless behavior. Cara, another wolf in our pack, figured that she would simply look at me as if I was beneath her- well, technically, I am- but I don't run that way. You want to treat me like scat, I'll return the favor. simple as that."

The priestess noticed a shudder in Tyrande's spine and a look of concern in her face. What did she know? What was concerning her so much? Meldresi grew slightly suspicious of the toxicologist, but kept it in the back of her mind when the concern was replaced by a smile.

Tyrande was shunned, even disliked by some of her packmates because of her disdainful behaviour. One of whom was a female called Cara. She thought back to the pack howl, remembering a young white female. It had to be her, since she already knew Jinx, Vectra, and now the identity of Tyrande. "I try my best to be courteous to those I meet, though there are some I simply dislike on sight." She thought back to the crude foreign man who was trying to give her information in exchange for a go with her. "So you don't have any friends here?"

"Oh, I do try to be courteous as well. But why should I show courtesy to one who does not return the favor?" She shook her head in disdain. "If you want to be friends with me, BE friendly.

"Oh, I didn't say I didn't have friends. There is Sitri... There were two I used to call friends, but they abandoned the pack, and now I no longer have the will to call them as such. The female, Vectra, seems to be getting along with me fine. There is potential there."

She pulled out the vole, which was protected from dirt by leaves, and also seemed to be ringed in salt crystals. She uncovered the leaves and placed the skinned vole in front of the priestess.

Tyrande said she had a few friends and acquantices here in Ouroboros. One was Sitri, a male she probably saw, but hadn't met. She said that she was friends with two wolves who abandoned the pack. Meldresi thought back to something Vectra said about people betraying the pack. "Oh, so you are close with Vectra as well?" The white-masked female was a pleasant one to be around, she wouldn't be surprised to hear that she was making nice with everyone.

"Vectra told me about wolves betraying the pack not too long ago. What happened exactly?" She was still intrigued by the event, but was longing to hear the details. The toxicologist pulled out a vole wrapped in leaves. After unwrapping it, she offered it to Meldresi, who took it, murmuring a thank you before eating.

Tyrande was touchy on the subject, and she showed guilty signs.

"In all honesty, I was seduced into following Majesty for a couple of days before a realized the true horror of my mistake, and so I left Teekon Wilds for a few weeks to get my head back on and return to Jinx.

"Majesty is the wolf that betrayed us. From what I've heard along the vine, he apparently decided to jump into another pack's territory and think it was okay. So he left and formed a new pack, taking a small bite out of this pack. He took Erika. A wolf I considered a friend, since she as well had been known to be called a monster. She had a very decisive scar, right on her head. They were burn marks from human-made acid. She not only betrayed the pack, but she betrayed my sympathy for her. She and Jinx seemed like good comrades. It was Wheeling Gull Isle, I believe that is the pack, if I remember correctly."

She had a full face of guilt now. "I regret every moment between then and the time I was accepted back into Silvertip- Now known as Ouroboros. I pray to Lupus that one day I will redeem myself, but with the enemies I've made, and how many of them above me... I doubt that'll ever happen."

She looked away, her shame almost palpable. "I am... truly sorry."

Two wolves betrayed Silvertip, and Tyrande was dragged along with them. Majesty had left after breaking the rules, starting a new pack, taking Erika, a friend of Tyrande's with her. After realizing her mistake, she fled, knowing Jinx's wrath would be immense, but somehow came back. Now she wanted to make amends, but found it nigh impossible. The toxicologist ended the story with a guilt filled face, looking away. Meldresi was silent for a moment, letting Tyrande have a moment before speaking.

"As long as you let your guilt hold you down, you will not redeem yourself." she said, swallowing the last of the vole she was eating. "You must forgive yourself first before anyone else can forgive you. You do not need to climb the ranks to redeem your reputation. You can work hard and help your packmates. You might not go up in ranking, but you will be valued among your packmates."

She listened quietly. Her heart rose as the priestess continued, but it also tore her insides apart. Would she ever forgive herself for what she had done? Even as a lone wolf, she knew that those who had abandoned packs were outlaws, cast to the edge of society. She had done the unthinkable. She had abandoned the pack, and had the audacity to return. She was silent for a few more moments before she spoke.

"Your words are kind. I... I will, try, to forgive myself, but it may take time." She choked a bit.

She turned back to Meldresi, visibly crying. The tears seemed to shock her, and she laughed half-heartedly.

"How in Lupus' name did you just get me emotional?" she smiled.

"I don't know what you said in those words of yours, Meldresi, but they worked... You're right, I need to let go of what I have done, and work towards being part of the pack once more. I will work hard for my packmates, no matter what happens, and no matter how many enemies I make."

She flashed a toothy, Cheshire Cat grin, and focused on clearing her eyes back out. "I... Thank you, Meldresi. You seem to have taken a load off of me, as if by magic..."

Meldresi smiled and Tyrande broke into a half laugh, relieved from her misery. It was rare that she had to use her voice in order to help a person. She was trained in the art of manipulation, becoming the perfect infiltrators, but she had never used that skill to help a person. It made her feel good for a moment, though her goddess would prefer that she used her skills for it's intended purpose. "I guess I just have that effect on people." she chuckled softly when Tyrande thought that she was using magic to sooth her soul. "Magic? I guess I am a witch after all."

Her smile broadened at the priestess' joke about being a witch. "Ah, aren't we both?..."

She sighed, feeling as if the weight of the world had been shed from her skin. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, basking in the moment, before opening them again.

"Meldresi, I am truly grateful. I officially owe you a favor... Please, if there is anything you need, my den is always open." Tyrande's mind suddenly gave her a shouldn't have said that flip. She showed none of the sudden thought, though she didn't realize what contract she could have possibly just signed her soul to...

There it was, what she was looking for. I officially owe you a favor... Please, if there is anything you need, my den is always open. The magic words in her case. She had an ally on her hands now, but she was not going to use Tyrande yet. After all, they were both very similar people: outcasts who dabble in the fine arts of poisons. Maybe one day she could convert her? Who knows? Meldresi nodded gently to Tyrande, saying "Thank you." before she turned her ear towards the outside.

From out of the den, she could hear birds chirping. The rain had come and gone, with nary a fire in sight. She could make her way back to her den now. Turning back to Tyrande, she excused herself from her temporary sanctuary. "Thanks for lending me shelter, Tyrande. The rain's stopped now, so I'd best be going." The dark-furred priestess rose and bowed her head in thanks. "Farewell." She slipped out of the den, heading out to her home.

Tyrande nodded and watched the priestess exit. "It's no problem."

She turned back to her pot-in-making and continued to mold it. After a few minutes of silence, she stopped and looked out the exit.

"What in Lupus' name makes her so... different?"