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when you're high on medicine - Shadow - February 04, 2015
Shadow had remarked the borders, he did it even more often than before. It was partly because of the attack by the weird lesser canines, some with floppy ears, some with short legs. They stole no prey, because he had been there in time to fight them off, but if they were so bold to cross well scented markers, what was to stop them from doing it again, even if the markers were stronger? Perhaps, if they came by again, the Roman would make sure to kill one of them, and use their carcasses to mark the Bypass's borders. Maybe only that would drive them off. But until then, increased border patrols would do, and hopefully the lesser canine's leaders would keep his word, because if he didn't, it would be his fault should any life be lost.
Recently they had a newcomer and although the silver wolf was a bit unsure about him, he had accepted him into the ranks. It was his responsibility to check that no one was slacking for if they did, they knew what he would do, merciless kicking out of the pack. Noctisardor Bypass was not a sanctuary for loners, it was not some place safe for them to rest and not commit. If you wanted to be part of the pack, you worked to keep it alive, you hunted and patrolled and protected your packmates. And in return, you would receive the safety of home, you would have kinship and you would carry the honor and glory.
Casting a glance back at the frozen wasteland, the Roman Praetor trotted through the woods and into the archway and back into the treasure which he and many others called home. He kept to the shadows of the woods as he sniffed the air, hoping to check on the newest wolf in their ranks. Jax.
RE: when you're high on medicine - Jax - February 04, 2015
Though Jax did not know what the alpha of his new home was thinking, Shadow was completely right about his misgivings towards the Saturnin. He was a lazy and selfish creature by nature; any positive qualities he had were completely and totally an act, though he certainly wasn't going to let that little tidbit about himself become known by his packmates. As much as he delighted in messing with the sanity of others, he was not stupid, and knew when to reel it in, if only a tad. Staying in a pack satisfied his sense of self-preservation, and staying alive and not starving during this winter was one of his most important priorities, thank you very much.
But of course, that didn't mean he couldn't have fun.
Having met him a day prior, as well as having smelled his piss all over the place, Jax recognized the scent of the alpha immediately, and bounced towards him. "Master!" he called happily, skidding to a halt a respectful distance away. "I was just looking for you. I wanted to say once again how thankful I am that you have adopted me into your group! If there is anything, anything at all, you need of me, you need only ask, and I will obey." A deep bow followed the words.
RE: when you're high on medicine - Shadow - February 05, 2015
Speak of the devil, Shadow thought dryly to himself as Jax bounded towards him like an excited puppy and wondered inwardly what caused him to be so happy. He was about to greet his subordinate when the fellow greyscale male beat him to it and called him 'Master'. If his stoically indifferent mask was not fixed firmly in place, a look of utter surprise and a raise of an eyebrow would cover his face. He had been called 'Master' a lot of times before, by Enya, his former slave, by the slaves of his natal pack and more. But this was his packmate, and calling their leader 'Master' was not appropriate.
I am your Alpha, your Praetor, your leader, not your master
Shadow retorted, though a small smirk graced his lips at Jax's next words and the bow that accompanied it. What were you doing before you saw me? Have you hunted for the pack today? Patrolled the borders?
the Roman asked softly. I make a habit of checking on all my wolves to see if they're slacking off, and let me just inform you, Jax, since you're new. But whoever who slacks off will be immediately kicked out of the pack, no arguments.
The same talk he told every single newbie.
RE: when you're high on medicine - Jax - February 05, 2015
An unbelievable quick thinker, Jax had his next words ready before Shadow finished his sentence. "Oh, I am dreadfully sorry, Praetor, just dreadfully sorry! You see, I...forgive me, this is hard to say...I come from the slave lands of Kalamazoo, where we were forced to call our masters, well, Master." A pathetic frown and pleading eyes accompanied these words, creating the saddest puppy face there ever was. For the next part of Shadow's speech, Jax decided to just run with it. Grimacing, he turned and pressed his face against a nearby tree.
His words were painful and shameful. "To tell you the truth, Praetor, the reason I was freed from the slave masters is because, well, I'm a coward. A big fat stupid coward who is afraid of his own shadow! What use was I being in the ranks of the warrior slaves?!" He sobbed and turned to face the greyscale alpha. "But I'm not useless, I promise I'm not! I am wonderful with others and would make an excellent diplomat! I can be a storyteller, or a healer, or a quartermaster! I am good at scouting, oh just so wonderful at scouting!" He recalled a tidbit of information he had picked up during his short time in the Bypass, and decided this would be a good opportunity to bring it up. "Why, just yesterday I caught wind of creatures. Feral strange creatures, who smelled like wolves but were different somehow. I could go warn everyone! Rally the troops!...heh, I have always wanted to say that...gather the forces! I will be of use, I swear, just give me a change, oh please ma...I mean Praetor, just give me a chance!"
He fell to his stomach and slinked closer to Shadow until he was practically under him, gazing up at the male with big, watery eyes.
RE: when you're high on medicine - Shadow - February 08, 2015
Shadow merely gazed at his subordinate with bored indifference as Jax spoke, saying he was dreadfully sorry but he came from the slave lands of Kalamazoo whatever that place was and they were forced to call their masters, master. His words were accompanied by a frown and pleading eyes. The Roman hated this pitiful behavior and he would have nothing of it from a packmate. However, when he was about to speak once more, Jaz broke into another shameful and sobbing speech which left him even more annoyed.
Well then stop being a pathetic sobbing cowardly mess,
snarled Shadow, silver eyes glittering emotionlessly although the Angelus Mortis maniatic and genius glint in his gaze was bright and vibrant, which usually only happened when he was irritated, annoyed or angry. The Praetor listened as his greyscale packmate continued to speak, saying he wasn't useless and would make an excellent diplomat, that he could be a storyteller, healer or quartermaster. A disbelieving snort escaped the leader's maw and he met Jax's bi colored gaze evenly, Words mean nothing to me, actions do. And I expect you to be able to perform all the skills you have mentioned before, in fact, I'll have a few jobs for you to do tomorrow.
Then the weirdo went and spoke about the creatures the Bypass fought sometime ago and he could not resist a roll of his eyes. When Jaz made to fall on his stomach and scoot towards him, Shadow stared at him with veiled contempt and amusement and snapped, Get up and make yourself useful then,