Noctisardor Bypass the best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury

@Silvermane if you have time :)

Birthdays, holidays, festivals, elections. Responsibilities. He loved being the Imperator, the highest ranking wolf of the pack, the one that made all the final decisions. He loved leading and cared deeply for all his packmates, even his slaves. His newest arrival was an injured wolf and Shadow wondered if he was better now, Paarthurnax was an excellent healer and though the silver male hated wasting the precious healing supplies that was to be stored for winter, Silvermane was part of Noctisardor Bypass now. And once he proved himself, he would become family.

And to him, nothing was more important than family. Shadow missed his blood family (except for his father) in Noctem Vagus and constantly worried about their wellbeing, and then he had to worry about his family here's wellbeing. With winter coming and some of them being southern wolves, he worried about their safety. Prey needed to be stocked and stored, and the wolves needed to be healthy. So the silver outrider made his way towards Silvermane's quarters. Hello?

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Silvermane was dead asleep, it wasnt such a big suprise as he usually would never sleep, usually being several days, and when he did, he slept like a drunkard. The recent strainings for the wounds, and his aching bones did not let him be much of an active wolf, but he was much better than before, atleast physically, of course. Sadly, with a insomniac such as him, his dreams would not be very peaceful. He remembered in his dreams things that would unsettle him, or atleast, deteriorate his mood.. This time, he had dreamt of Sky, the snow-white wolf which had to leave, and never came back, yet it was one of the only ones he loved. He saw her in this dream, and she did not see him, and as he looked around all the other wolves that were around him, barking, growling, crying, trying to reach Silvermane's body, but yet were held back by something Silvermane could not understand. He saw faces in them, loved ones, enemies, lovers which he did not care for anymore, yet as the screaming dulled out, the one he truly loved infront of him finally turned around, tilted her head, and smiled, but did not recognize Silvermane.. Hello?

Silvermane woke up, his eyes darting around the room. It was a dream he told himself, panting "Fuck..." he exclaimed, before seeing that the Alpha was standing at his side, "I am extremely sorry, " he apologized, and bowed, "Have I missed something?.." he asked, hoping that in his first few weeks here did not already cause trouble. Once again, a buzzing headache worked its way into Silvermanes dull body, and he cringed, but tried to ignore the nauseating pain that had been caused by eating the nutmeg mix he had prepared to doze him off.

The Imperator gazed downwards at the white figure of the injured wolf as he swore before apologizing and asking if he had missed anything. The silver man let a brief, amused smirk drift over his features before shaking his head. No, I was just here to check on you. How are you, anyways? Are you healing fine? he questioned the white male. He would probably be all good and dandy when winter started, they would need all the best wolves working when the cold season came. And the southern wolves would have to be taken care of in case they froze or something.

It was all so annoying to think about, piles of responsibilities and the thoughts of his siblings at Noctem Vagus nagging at the back of his mind. Mass work overload. But even though it would be torture for other wolves, Shadow enjoyed it.

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Silvermane allowed himself to catch a small breath after the shocking nightmare of the bloodstained wolves trying to tear him into shreds, while his only love was gone. Even the thought of it made Silvermane shiver, She didnt forget me... right? he he hoped. He tried to regain his upper body's posture, and pulled himself to look at the Alpha, but not at his eyes, with the polite look away, "I am good, the healing is going very well, " as he said this, "I have begun to already to take strolls across the plains, " he mentioned, but not the true reason behind it, Silvermane doubted that Deadly Nightshade was common to just be holding around in this pack.

The weather had begun to become colder, the occasional rain, and the increasing drop of temperature. Of course, the cold had not bothered him, and the snow and freezing air that would come with the winter would not be a problem, but for Silvermane, the humid fog and rain that is still continuing in these ending fall days had really left him in a a bad mood, the humidity would always be trapped in his luscious white fur, and with that came the heat of the day, that would leave him wet, angry, and tired.

"I am good, the healing is going very well, I have begun to already to take strolls across the plains, " the Imperator canted his head, a faint smile/smirk creeping up his features. "That is good." he commented thoughtfully. "You haven't met any of your darling new packmates have you? Or do you leave at night?" he questioned lightly. Shadow did not really mind whether or not he answered the question, it was just a casual sentence and truthfully the Alpha did not suspect anything unusual from the injured male. Unless you counted the fact that he was suspicious of basically everyone.

The silver Imperator lowered himself down on his haunches, platinum eyes filled with faint concealed curiosity. "You heal fast, I suppose. Some wolves keep whining and moaning and ask for pain relievers, pathetic." Pain was a part of life and if one chose to ignore it, then one has not ever lived before. Pain could not be ignored, it begged to be felt.

Silvermane nodded, " Or do you leave at Night?" for a second he was slightly stunned, and realized the Alpha had meant it lightly, he let a chuckle, and responded "Sadly, I am a bit of an Insomniac, if thats what you called it" Perhaps the word Nocturnal would have been better... He made himself abit more comfortable, but upright as he spoke. His posture straightening once again.

"Pathetic indeed," He said "I Myself hail from the mountains, where there is much less air, and have been accustomed to it. Perhaps that is the reason for the faster process of healing.." he said lightly, noting that if the Pack had alot of injuries in hand, that if the theory was correct, he could train them higher, and become stronger, like his old pack, where the clouds bowed to Silvermane himself.

"Sadly, I am a bit of an Insomniac, if thats what you called it" a small smile crossed the Roman's lips. "I am too, though it comes and goes." Shadow said with a slight cant of his head. "What about you? Is it serious?" the ashen outrider paused for a brief second before continuing, "There's no need to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable to say so," he never liked to make his packmates uncomfortable and in fear of him. They were a family after all, and Silvermane would share if he felt like it. The gods give him courage.

The silver Roman laughed softly, "Mountains you say? I came from them too, the Northern lands, cold, windy and pretty. Dangerous but full of beauty. My father would often send me up them, make me get use to the lack of air, some of my siblings fainted from it though and dad killed them." he shrugged, removing the image of his bloodied brother from his mind. He was in Elysium now, the gods grant him happiness and freedom that this world could not offer. "Are you a healer or an assassin?" Silvermane seem to have the aura of one.

Silvermane replied lightly Well... yes, sometimes the row of days that I do not sleep even last for week he said softly, and appreciated the fact that he would not force him into anything, but he still said it. The alpha was smart, and must have known how to handle with others

Dangerous, but full of beauty. "Indeed, I long for the feeling of crystals of snow beneath my paws, he spoke, Where you lived, had there been caves of ice? he asked, every mountain was different, and he would like to know where his Alpha came from, but then again, it might be rude to ask.. Harsh, he spoke as the wolf recalled his father killing his own children, but decided that if it had not been like that, they might have died later on, and sparing them the trouble...

Are you a healer or an assassin? for a second, his stress spiked, Had the wolf found out of his habits? He quickly waited, trying to find out an answer, Neither.. I have never learnt how to heal, but I do know some knowledge of the body.. he said, hoping that he would not reveal he dwells in poisons. The cave was dark, and he quickly sat down, hiding the amare liquamentum in his thoughts, trying to not give away any information which might get him expelled from the pack. Perhaps the concoction he had been perfecting might help this pack, but he doubted it, they all looked fertile enough.

The silver Imperator leaned forward and attempted to touch Silvermane's head as a gesture of friendship and peace. Not pity for he knew some wolves despised pity, especially himeself and because there was no need for pity. He withdrew quickly though, for they were packmates, hopefully friends soon but they weren't lovers. Shadow did not need anyone getting the wrong idea, even if that may be possible. The Roman did not know, and nor did he feel that it was the time to know right now. It was a time for interactions between packmates, not a discuss about someone's sexuality.

Hadrian smiled, "Yes, there were caves of ice, beautiful, I miss the North dearly and I hope to find a similar place in these lands someday. Perhaps you will assist me in that mission when you are better?" it was a genuine offer for no matter how beautiful and prey-filled the Bypass was, it was the iciness, the mercilessness, the coldness and the beauty of the snowy northern lands that was in his blood, that called for him now. And the prince, the king would answer its call.

"Neither.. I have never learnt how to heal, but I do know some knowledge of the body.." His lips quirked upwards and canted his head slightly, "Ah....a pity then...I was hoping I could train you a bit more in the arts of an assassin, to blend in the shadows at night, something that even a wolf with a pure white pelt can do, I can still teach if you want to, what do you say, Silvermane?"

Silvermane was abit confused of the gesture of friendship the Alpha showed, but he guessed it had meant something of trust, or similar, and for a milisecond, he was happy someone trusted him.

"Perhaps you will assist me in that mission when you are better?" Silvermane was glad to hear that, and replied "My honour" but Silvermane needed to remind himself of the position, he will come up there, and maybe the Imperator might go back, but Silvermane's mission would be to stay there, if the imperator doesnt stay there too.

Of course! he quickly exclaimed, but soon dropped his cheery tone, he should be serious, Say, are you meaning that my fur could blend in with the darkness? he quickly asked. If he was going to be taught, by an Alpha to be an Assasin!? Just the royalty Silvermane expected. Perhaps, as an Assassin, he could use poisonous substances, as thats what Silvermane thought an assassin did. Ruining other pack's supplies, stealing, and hunting others down was things he found beautifully evil, but Silvermane never was a master of the stealthy.

One last post from you? We'll need another thread soon :)

Shadow smiled, an eager apprentice might be just what he needed. "Your coat of ice might be a bit hard, but with enough practice, yes. Blending into the shadows takes more energy from your heart and brain than from your actual moving." he grimaced and laughed. "I know it sounds complicated, but you'll be fine." his expression turned serious, the arts of an Assassin could only be taught to those he trusted. The Roman did trust Silvermane, but did he trust him enough to train him in the secret arts of Rome? Shadow did not know, for this, he might need to consult the gods.

But that could wait until Silvermane was better, so Hadrian grinned at the white furred male and rose to his paws. "We'll see what you can do when you're better," he called over his shoulder as he turned and left. His mind pondering over things and slowly drifted back to his past, it nagged and bothered him, yet comforted him at the sametime. But he should know better, for the shadows of the past best stay behind.

Alright, ill Archive, :3

Silvermane was excited, finally he could become unseen, well, atleast he could try. It might take some time, hell, maybe he couldnt even do it, but he was happy someone would actually teach him something Awesome! he said, and smiled, this was gonna be sweet.

Silvermane was grimly reminded of his current condition, and he decided it was better overall to wait, or else he will just make this condition worse, and he would have to wait even longer. Bye.. he said, laying himself back down, he needed all the sleep he could get