Wolf RPG

She was off towards the northeast a bit. Why, she had no fucking idea as she'd already figured out these northern lands were fucking useless. Bully to them. She'd seen something in the distance. A puff of smoke or fog or something and she figured it was some kind of health hazard she was foolish enough to check out for herself. Whatever. Let it kill her and put her out of her misery on this fool's errand her prince was up to in claiming a ridge for himself. Ha. Males didn't lead. Women did. Good luck to him.

Gathering what was left of her pride, Citali took off with heavy paw. She trampled, stormed, and otherwise made a nuisance of herself as her big boned bodice moved like a giant on a mission. She stalked and waded across the earth until she found herself in an area that seemed completely transformed. No longer with the ground beneath her feet cold and hard, but now it was softer and warmer to the touch. The grass seemed alive. Heck, the plants were starting to thrive. She pressed onward. This had to be more than just a dream.

A voice shot out through the air. Citali came to an immediate halt, freezing her step to turn her icy stare towards a woman she'd not seen in far too long. "Ha," she shouted back. "I'd rather be a bull moose. I bet they don't chase snot nosed princes halfway around the world only to discover he wants to sulk and fuss and chase after some foolish dream." Nochta'd mentioned something about running into this one. No doubt the two had shared enough words of their current predicament that they now had no need to repeat the same information once more. It would save them both the time they'd lost chasing after Tezcacoatl himself.

"Xiuh," she returned, taking a few steps towards the woman so she did not have to throw her voice so far. "The queen give up on us and send you too?" She could think of few other reasons as to why the second in command would leave the Rise. Unless she'd given up on Tezca's guard and felt the need for reinforcements. Citali was on the fence as to whether or not she liked her capabilities questioned, but as their prince had run off and so thoroughly avoided his discovery for so long, she felt inept enough as was. But who was she to care? She just offered medical support.

And did not run. "Pfft." The sound escaped her and was followed by a clipped laugh at such a preposterous thought. "I do not run." Unless she had to. She did well enough when forced into the exercise, but it was not her cardio of choice. She had enough miles covered with roaming and hunting out remedies for those who might happen upon medical trouble. Here in this place? She was having to travel farther. Her options were few and far apart given the icy nature of the local terrain. She need not run when she spent everyday walking until her paws were numb.

"Essentially." It wasn't a full jab at the group, but it was a jab nonetheless. Xiuhcoatl's amused expression became a smirk, then. The guard had lost their charge, found their charge (damaged though he was), and had failed to return. Three very big slights against them. It made sense that the Beta would be sent out next; she desired results, and the only way to acquire them was to do the work herself.

"I do not run." The healer responded swiftly, her laughter briefly ringing out.

"Perhaps if you did, you would have caught my nephew sooner." Ah, but she was here to play nice. For a little while. She chuckled to herself - a painful sound, and one she did not make often - and relented. "But at least you did find him. It makes my job far easier."

Yes.. Because convincing a dimwitted boy that he belongs in a matriarchal pack of man-haters is an easy thing to do.

Her ears fell. Of course they'd failed, big time. Tezcacoatl had run rampant and had enough lallygagging to go around for everyone who'd wandered and ended up lost in these wilds. Their only blessing was that they'd eventually found him, but there were still days when Citali wondered if that was enough. She was all for bringing him home, but he wouldn't budge. Mani said she'd tried everything. Citali wasn't so sure.

"Ha. Doubt it." Running wouldn't have helped her any better. "The things I chase are rooted and do not move." Even injured patients were loathe to make any sudden movements. She saw no point in running unless it was in the case of an emergency. Tezca has been shrewd in his escape. Running may not have helped anyway.

It was of some good fortune that Xiuh was in somewhat of a humorous mood. It was rare on her, but appreciated given their less than kind circumstances. "Good luck to you. I've tackled him. Nosed every inch of his body. Threatened to kill him. Etc. He's very adamant about staying here." She likely knew this already. Why else would they all be putting up with his charade?

"The sisters and I were discussing it. Mani said she'd tried everything. I suggested drugging him and hauling his ass back home, but that was veto'd..." Her voice drifted. She still thought it was a good idea. "We can still make that happen," she added. "If all else fails..." Some twisted part inside of her wished to try it. "No doubt your methods will be more effective." Possibly more violent. "If you do decide to torture him I would like to be present to monitor his vitals."

Having finished joking around for the time being, Xiuhcoatl was somewhat dismissive of Citali's continued commentary; she listened, but did not respond to further that part of the conversation. Instead she latched upon the mention of Manaiua - this was not the first time someone had mentioned this plan to drug the Prince, and it was something Xiuh could get behind.

"I am surprised that you did not follow through with that plan." Citali was an herbalist of some sort, correct? From what the Beta could remember, she was a skilled healer and knew her way around plants. It would be easy to dose something and get him to eat it. But, the thought of actually beating him down and dragging him home was far more appealing to her.

Xiuhcoatl took a step, stretching her rear legs, and then shook to rid her shoulders of a phantom ache. While she did this, she outlined a potential plan of attack. "The Queen knows of my dislike for her son, so she no doubt has sent me here as a last resort. I would happily beat the fool and drag him home," A smile spread across her features at the very thought; treating the Prince as a man ought to be treated - that was the only reward she needed for his return - it made her fill to the brim with glee. "But I believe my sister would be... Agitated if I took things too far."

And oh, how she wanted to. How hard would it be for Quetzalcoatl to replace her beloved boy?
"Perhaps we can combine our efforts. You with your herbs, and myself.. With whatever else is required."

"It is with great self control that I do not." It was all she would say on the matter. She'd been veto'd. Her methods shot down for the moment. They'd agreed on a time period in which they would humor his memory loss before alternative methods could be tried. With Xiuh's appearance everything changed. Whatever she was up to, Citali had very few personal qualms and was generally inclined to be supportive of her efforts.

The blonde wolf spoke. Citali listened, shifting on her paws as she seated herself upon the ground and made herself at home. This discussion had much merit to it and it deserved her full attention. Her ears swept the area once, listening for any sign of disruption before tuning in to every word this female had to say. Too far. She grinned. Depended on one's definition of too far.

A nod fell upon her as she tipped her crown in agreement. "Whatever it takes," she murmured as a shadow seemed to fall upon her. With this errand, they were degraded to humoring a male. Females left whimsy to his every wish and desire. That was not that way of their world. "Would death be... too far?" she contemplated out loud. "He wears enough scars upon his form that it would not be such an impossible fate." Then they could all go home.

"Whatever it takes." The woman muttered, seemingly with an understanding to what Xiuhcoatl was alluding. She gave a small nod, but froze in the middle of the action when Citali mentioned murdering the boy outright.

"If he were so adamant as to refuse, that would be an option. If the boy is so thoroughly confused about his origins, I will try to remind him - or perhaps give you and his guard some time to remind him," But not too long, she thought, and a slight smirk twisted her features. "Or I will issue a recall. And all of you will return with me to the Rise. We can explain to Quetzalcoatl that her son is lost and she will have to move on."

Really, that was the ideal plan. The boy would remain alive and will have things his way - but they would be able to return to the Rise, and everything could continue as it had for generations. "Or I will confront him, and he will die." A small shrug accompanied this comment, as if she were discussing the fine summer day around them. "It will be his decision, ultimately. If he thinks he can be some sort of leader, we'll give him a choice fit for one."

But a part of Xiuhcoatl would always want to rip his throat out; not only was he a man, but his return to the Rise would threaten their way of life. Even her devotion to her beloved sister could not thwart her obsession with tradition. Tradition was what made the Amazons strong - and Tezcacoatl, or Tyrr, or whatever name he chose to rule by, would be the end of them.

She listened as the golden wolf spoke. Her eyes were focused and thoughtful as she took each word upon her ears and noted it well. A recall of this mission would be lovely. Her lips curled slightly along the edges as this possibility if only because then she would be allowed to return to the Rise and her services would re-open for a more worthy endeavor than babysitting an amnesiac. This was below her. She'd rather treat another woman than humor a male. Noble titles aside, this fool's errand was a bit of a disgrace.

"He's self-diagnosed with amnesia. The psyche is not so logical nor straightforward. Persuasion and reminders of his origins have been in vain and have seen no results thus far." Certainly she'd been told of these things already, but Citali'd not shared this much of her personal, professional opinion. "A likely scenario is that he suffered some kind of tragedy of which his mind could not cope. In extreme circumstances, it's possible for the mind to burry traumatic memories and suppress them in order to continue existing. If that is the case, anything at all could unlock them once more. A scent. A sound. An event. Hypnosis may help, but the mind is a far more fickle thing than physical ailments."

She spoke as much. The women before her was a creature of force. Beating the memories out of the boy would likely be more harm than help, but deep down, Citali was not opposed to such means. Her primary goal was to return to the Rise and if beating him up and crippling him would get him their faster..? Whatever they decided to do, she'd assist to the best of her ability.

Her tail twitched as a thought rolled across her mind. "He wishes to be king here," she uttered, thinking on it. "Do we humor him in this? Or remind him of the true Amazon way?" Where women reigned. Where men would never rise to the position Tezcacoatl now sought. Again. That left question. Humor the boy? Or would Xiuhcoatl remind him of their customs and steal his long desired crown?

For the resident Diplomatic Leader during times of great upset, Xiuhcoatl seemed to be unsuited to her position. She did not want to be diplomatic in any sense, at any time. If brute force could win the day, why use words? So when Citali went on to explain the psyche and its many mysteries, Xiuh gave a bored huff and pointedly ignored a lot of what she heard. From her own perspective (limited though it was), Tezcacoatl was doing this on purpose; that, or the gods were punishing him for disobedience, which was also a good reason for her to punish him. But the medical and psychological explanation wasn't sinking in for her. She wanted results, not excuses.

As for Citali's final question, Xiuh was pensive for a moment prior to answering.

"I will speak to him, and give him a choice. Following that, we wait and see. But I will not be waiting long." Xiuhcoatl glanced at their surroundings briefly, as if to see if they had been overheard, and then settled. "If we were to continue entertaining this falsehood I don't believe I could live with myself. He is no ruler - he is a man - and stroking his ego will only make things harder for us." However. "But if we cannot control him, perhaps... Perhaps we can control his kingdom, somehow." A new gleam caught in her eyes at this sudden thought.

"Does he fancy any of the foreign women here? Every king needs a queen, after all - and we can easily place one in his life that is loyal to us, and not to him." But that would mean they'd stick around; this was a tricky, last-resort maneuver. If fighting Tezcacoatl physically did not succeed, and if all other plans failed, perhaps this Amazonian ruse would conquer him.

This. This was what she had been missing. Xiuh was significantly more decisive than the rest of her amazonian sisters in these parts. It was all forward thinking and all action. This, she could eagerly get on board with. Willingly even. The get in and get out mentality was very much appreciated after a series of what felt like eternal wishy-washyness.

The woman spoke. Citali listened as the female revealed her immediate intentions and began to scheme. Her ears flipped forward as she followed the golden wolf's train of thought all the way down to the suggestion that if Tezcacoatl was infatuated with some female, they might be able to manipulate her into convincing him to do their bidding.

"It's possible." She considered the wolf for a moment. "If so, I've never met her, but it would explain why he is so drawn to these lands." She was pensive once more before continuing down her trail of thought. "However if it's true, and he's so taken by a woman not of Amazonian blood, what use is he to us? If he's let his heart get in the way?" Had he gone soft?

'Gone soft' was a term she wouldn't have ascribed to Tezcacoatl. He was meant to be a gladiator in the pits, and even the men of the Amazons were not meant to be weak in any manner. But he did seem to have a weakness to him, which made Xiuhcoatl wonder why her sister wanted him back at all - he wasn't worthy to replace their finest warriors, let alone a proven Amazon woman upon the throne. But she would obey her sister. As for the conversation at hand, Xiuh gave a small chuckle at Citali's comment, despite it not being a joking matter.

"If he is to continue Quetzalcoatl's - and my - bloodline, it will be through the womb of an Amazon. Not some foreigner he has taken a brief fancy to. You know men," Xiuh leveled a cool glare at Citali, although the sentiments held within her expression weren't directed at her, "They live to be ruled, otherwise they'd succumb to their deepest desires and have all manner of bastards running about. Inbred, useless, and rotten. They think with their balls instead of their brains."

There was a time, maybe only recently, that Xiuhcoatl would have been less harsh upon those of the male persuasion - but she seemed hardened against them, even for an Amazon. Tezcacoatl was no different from any unruly cur from their lower ranks. "I want you to learn as much as you can about Tezcacoatl's business in this place. Find out what he's been up to, anyone he's been in contact with. If your sisters will help -" And the sharp look in Xiuh's eyes suggested that they'd better, "- then fill them in on what I want. Details, names, events. I'll do my own investigation in the meantime."

If she could figure this out, then she'd know who to go after. It was only a matter of time before Tezcacoatl would be forced back to Coatl's Rise, and she'd make it as painful as necessary.

Actually... she didn't know males, but she knew how they were to be treated. Lowly. As if they couldn't think for themselves. And yet here they were, spinning their wheels and letting one prance around as if he were a king setting up some nation for himself. And they were going to let him. They were going to let him lord over them as they continued to talk about how they'd never submit to a male of any kind. Worst part? She was going to let it happen too...

On the condition that she was allowed to bitch and moan and groan about how sucky it was.

"Fine fine," she said dismissively. "I'll see what I can't dig up, but he's not speaking a lick of anything to me. Hell, I don't even register on the wolf's radar even though I should considering the HELL he's damned me too." She growled at the thought and quieted her voice that had lifted as she'd continued on her miniature rant. "When you're ready to kill him, let me know. His body can fertilize my garden."

With that, their conversation was over. They parted then and Citali continued her futile efforts at encouraging this earth to grow something. Anything.