Wolf RPG

Crescendo sat akwardly near the entrance to one of the caves, unsure of what to do. He had been accepted, but his shoulder and neck still bothered him. The handsome black brute looked behind him into the caves, he was almost sure he had heard a voice from there mere seconds ago. But that was absurd. He shook his head, then stopped when his neck hurt all the more. He hated being weak like this, he hated weakness in general.

Her pups were nearly a week old, and though she was loath to leave them, her limbs were stiff from being wrapped around her pups. They were in a mishmash, her eldest and largest sprawled on top of her other son and her daughter. They were sleeping soundly and had just been fed, but that would only last for so long.

The priestess roamed the Web for a while, feeling the stiffness of her limbs slowly dissipating as she walked through her home. The mother stopped when she smelled a new wolf in her halls, another spider in Mephala's web, or a simple fly? She watched him for a while, noting the way he shook his head. Was something bothering him? The priestess melted away from the shadows and greeted him. "Welcome.."

His heart skipped a beat as the beautiful female approached. Half from surprise, and half from...something else. She seemed to be a liquid shadow, dark and graceful.
Crescendo lowered himself into a painful submissive position. "Greetings, honorable Alpha." His peircing gaze moved across her body before coming to rest just below her eyes. "It is truly a honor to be part of the most powerful pack in the Wilds." He hated to rush their first meeting, but the pain of his wounds urged him to ask for help. "A member of your pack told me of a healer here...?"

He hated asking for help. Hated being helpless. Luckily his shoulder wound was not as bad as it had seemed, and was healing quite nicely. Hopefully it would not be long until he could resume being his normal, strong, cruel self.

The male lowered himself in a submissive posture, though it was not as fluid as her other members, with a stiff, almost painful demeanor. The priestess walked over to the man, looking over at his shoulder, noting both the injury and the quick look the initiate gave her. She ignored the latter; she got plenty of those and they did not mean much to her anymore, especially not now, when she had children to worry about.

He flattered her first - buttering her up - before asking his question. He would be perfect here, perhaps even as an assassin or spy, but only if he leaned that she did not require flattery to disclose information. "I am the healer," she said, her voice soft after not being used in a few days. "Can I get a better look at that shoulder wound, hm?"

Crescendo nodded, and fluidly twisted his body so both the neck and shoulder wound were visible. He snuck a glance at the Alpha, who was smooth spoken and graceful. No wonder she was Alpha. "I am grateful for your help." he said, careful not to let no much expression enter his voice. "What do you use the caves for?" He asked, curios. He was hoping for an answer that would explain the voice he thought he had heard.

She examined the wound, noting that it was pretty well healed. It must be the tightness one feels as a wound scabs over and the skin pulls together. The Night Queen would have to put a soothing salve on it, and give him some poppy seeds too.

"Most of the pack lives in the caves, and our main meeting place is in the center. We also have caches down here, and a fresh water supply," She hadn't named the river yet, but she had a few names in mind. "Now follow me, I'll show you to my herb store." Meldresi headed towards the cave, where the priestess held her tools of the trade, one ear cocked in the direction of her den for any sounds of her pups' hunger.

Crescendo dutifully rose and followed the living shadow. He was liking the pack more and more. The idea of living in caves appealed to him in a way, perhaps because he had spent much of his puppyhood in a pack like this one. He not seen many wolves as of yet, and guessed that they were in the caves. Caves he liked, they had a sort of darkness and coldness about them that was much like himself.

(Sorry for supershortness, I am being kicked off this computer.)

Her new initiate followed her diligently, and she wove her way through the tunnels, until she caught the familiar smell of her herbs sequestered away in the cave. She sniffed through it, looking for a poppy flower. She had gotten a lot in the late summer, when they were still in full blossom. They were dried, allowing the seeds to be easily shaken from the head. The priestess took one withered stem, and then bergamot and stinging nettle for the wound.

She paused a few moments, chewing the two herbs into a poultice before turning back to the male and motioning for him to lie down. "I have a poultice to put on your back, and some poppy seeds for the pain."

The huge shadow slipped into a lying position, his eyes still on the Alpha. "Thank you" he added gruffly as he shifted his weight. He peered at his wounds again, they were looking much better. They would look even better if he had not met that meddlsome female.

"Is it true there is a hostage in these cave?" he blurted out. He had heard talk of one moments ago. He did not care if there was or wasn't one, but he wanted to know as much about his pack as possible.

(Arggghhhh, so short. I will get better at this, I promise.)

She placed the poultice on his back before answering, pressing it down and allowing the juices to seep in. Then, the priestess grabbed a swath of cobwebs and wrapped it around his shoulders to bind the herbs to his wound. "There is one. She was trespassing and attacked one of my wolves. The current Gamma, Bane, captured her and has been her warden and torturer ever since."

The priestess shook some poppy seeds, only three, from the poppy head, placing them by him. "Her name is Star, and she is from a pack called Swiftcurrent Creek. Have you ever heard of that pack before?"

Crescendo nodded as the she wolf spoke. So the fae was from Swiftwater. He sneered. He had seen them. They were weak. But he had another question about the pack, one that had always remain on the fringes of her dark mind.

"Why," he asked carefully, lest it be a bad topic. "Are some wolves marked?" Bane, the pale one, had been marked. What did it mean?
(Sorry this is so short, just wanted to reply quickly)

She sat down by him after she finished administering her treatment to him. He had sneered at the words Swiftcurrent Creek, which posed a question. Did he know who they were? Had he met them before?

But the priestess chose to answer his question before asking one of her own. "They are marked because they are part of the Dark Brotherhood, an assassin's guild I am forming as part of the pack." She answered, her voice gentle. "They have shown interest in joining, and also met the criteria, therefore they a part of the Brotherhood and they earn that mark." She wondered if he had any interest in joining her elite but she had yet to really know him as well as she knew the others. Would he be truly willing to kill for her? To respect her gods and worship them as his own? "Do you know of this Swiftcurrent Creek the hostage was a member of?"

Crescendo smiled, his ears perked."Assassins" he said. It was not a question, but a statement. Was he considered an assassin? Perhaps, as he had killed a whole group of coyotes. That day was holy to him, the fire that coursed through his veins, the instinct that told him to take the lives of everything that moved. The dark queen moved on, however.

"I have watched as a wolf trespassed upon their lands. They simply talked it out. A powerful pack would have no such dealing with a trespasser."
He was slightly annoyed at the change of topic, but kept his features cool and collected.

He appeared slightly aggravated at the change in topic. Why, was he interested in becoming an assassin himself? Meldresi would truly be happy with such a thing, the more the merrier, as the saying went.

But she paid more attention to the scenario Crescendo described to her, how they talked an intruder out of their territory instead of killing them or chasing them out. The priestess thought for a moment, were they simply one of those packs that were diplomatic when needed. Perhaps they talked the intruder out because they knew it was a simple misunderstanding, but were capable of forcefully getting rid of an intruder.

The priestess sighed, sensing that Crescendo was more interested about her assassins than anything else she could ever bring up. She went back to this topic, hoping she could get a potential candidate out of him. "You truly are interested in the Dark Brotherhood, hm? There's only four in the pack, not including me, but I'm always up for adding more."

Crescendo dipped his head. "Yes, ma'am, i am interested. You spoke of requirements, criteria. What may they be?" Crescendo's cool gaze took in the mark on the fae's shoulder. This pack was perfect for him, and he was almost ready to devote himself to it, whatever that took. This pack seemed to be like paradise for a killer like Crescendo, and he grinned coldly. He was loving this pack. And the alpha...

The priestess hummed, as if deep in thought. Her indigo eyes went skyward for a brief moment, before she flicked them back to the hopeful initiate. "Loyalty above all else. To me, the guild leader, and our Mistress and Goddess, the Night Mother, also known as Mephala." Loyalty was more important to her than knowing how to kill, or even being willing to kill without a second thought. That could come later.

"Then there is knowing how to kill, spy, track and the like. Those are the tools of our trade." She had yet to assign the different trades of being a Dark Brother (or Sister): that of the Spy, Assassin, or Necromancer. She was more of a Necromancer, but she was just as good a spy. Perhaps when more of her Brothers showed more promise in those areas, then she could start assigning it. "There is a small ceremony before I can give you the mark, but before that I have to see if you are truly ready for it. You won't get in just because you are interested, of course."

"Mephala" Crescendo breathed softly. The name was haunting, and strangely oddly familiar. Crescendo sat a little straighter as she spoke. "Ma'am, I will prove to you that I worthy of your time. I promise it on the grave of my father." he said ceremonially. His silver eyes glinted in hunger for a moment, but as he always had he hid his expresssions under a cold mask.

Nevermind that he had killed his own father. That was unimportant right now. All that mattered was that he was dead.

Meldresi took a moment to observe the determination in his silver eyes. That is what she needed more of. Warriors who would do anything just to join her elite group. She smiled briefly at the man, pleased by his determination. "We shall see." the priestess turned then, and slipped off into the shadows, leaning the young man alone. They would indeed se did he was worthy of becoming a Dark Brotherhood member. And even if he wasn't, she was sure he would be a fine addition to Blackfeather Woods.