It was done. The pale Northerner was now an official member of the brotherhood and bore the mark with pleasure. What was to come though, it was uncertain for the pale northerner, for he hadn't only joined the Night Mother in her world, but he had made her a mother.. Like.. For real.. And he wasn't sure how to react to that yet.

But that wasn't something to think about now. He was being summoned, by the Shadow King himself. The Nightmare of the raccoons. His good friend, Slay.

It was a call he couldn't ignore, he was going to show Bane the ways of the nightmares. He was going to be his mentor, something Bane himself asked for. So he came out of his hole to meet the dark beast who, not too far from his own location, stood tall and regal under the pale moonlight. What? the pale one said annoyed.. As a joke obviously.. And lightly moved his feral self towards his coach.

Not many were as accepting and careless about Bane's cold sense of humor, thank Sithis Slade was cool with it, because if he wasn't the young Gamma's life would've probably ended quite a while ago.

Arriving finally the clear where Slade had summoned him, Bane sat airily in front of his savage mentor, looking at him in the eyes with the authority he had as a higher ranking male. It would be confusing to some how their relationship worked, Bane admires Slade, Slade admires Bane, Slade is bigger and more imposing but still remains in a lower rank... It could be tricky sometimes, but it just worked for them, and Bane was comfortable with it. He did however expect that one day Slade would take a higher place than himself in the ranks, but so far it didn't bother him being his superior, it was fun to be on top of everything.

Finally? I was starting to think that you had forgotten about me, Brother Slade. Bane joked, and then offered a bow of respect and a smile. He was ready for the action.

Time after time Bane heard his good friend compliment his well known deadliness, and every time he felt flattered by the words. Bane was a vain being without a doubt, but when it was someone else boosting up his gigantic ego it was like a million times more invigorating. Only a smile was his reaction this time, a smile thst if anything, only reinforced how good he felt with being the dominant one.

Being the first lesson, Bane didn't know what to expect, but he hoped that the nightmare's methodologies were physically heavy. He was prepared for that. But what Slade explained to be the first exercise was just too ridiculous for the silver savage.

You gotta be kiddin me... Bane said taking a step back. He couldn't decide wether this was one of the silly child's play ones or if it was plain insane. He wasn't a pup for god's sake! And that "exercise" was not the kind of stuff the Ice Slayer did. I'm not going to do that shit. Do I look like a fucking pup to you? steam starting to erupt from his nostrils.

Bane's face had become a frown verging the edges of a snarl. How could Slade think that Bane would degrade himself to performing such a childish nonsense? He was starting to curse him inside, disappointed of having trusted him while he only wanted to laugh down at him. But then, as he heard the explanation for the exercise, Bane stopped to think for a moment.

"Do you trust me, Bane?"

Trust him? Was there even any trust left in him? Maybe there was some for Slade, if he earned it. They got along pretty well, that wasn't a secret, and he had to admit that he did see Slade as a friend, maybe the first one ever, but in Bane's world that didn't necessarily translate to putting his trust on the man.

Cold white eyes inspected the nightmare's face for a minute, looking for any trail of flippancy Bane feared he was being a victim of. But there wasn't any. His face was stoic, serene; if Slade was trying to fool him he was hiding it flawlessly.

Did he trust the man in front of him?

Listen to me, Slade. If this is a joke, if you're trying to fool me and I find out, I, personally, will make sure you spend your last days rotting in a whole deep inside the web... Now, do you trust those words, Brother? the man finally growled meaning every word that he said, but knowing deep inside that it was trust what pushed him to agree on taking the lessons. They were friends after all..