Starting over (Joining)

It was strange for the former nomad to actually care about others – since separating from his family the hybrid’s only concern had been himself, and he had intended on keeping it that way until crossing paths with the strange, silver-eyed female. She had somehow managed to convince him that creating his own pack would be beneficial to him, rather than having to deal with the politics that came with joining a pack. At least by creating a pack he was capable of creating his own rules and not having to follow anything he didn’t believe in. Styx thought it was strange that wolves actually wanted to join his pack and be part of the pirate influenced structure. The pirate leadership ranks and co-ranks were Styx’s way of maintaining the rouge lifestyle he had been so fond of – although they lived together, pirates were the rogues/nomads of the sea, doing what they pleased while still working together. And that’s how the charcoal hybrid saw Neverwinter – as long as the Crew respected the rules in placed and did not step out of line, Styx was rather lenient with what they did. His attention was redirected to the fiery-eyed female before him as she spoke, her voice holding a strange accent that the lanky Captain could not place. He listened patiently, pointed ears cupped toward the female as each word fell off her tongue, seafoam eyes not once wavering from her dark figure. She was well-spoken, a quality that the coywolf was drawn to, but it was also something Styx had to be wary of. Those pretty words that stained the air could potentially be used against him – if they weren’t already filled with lies. How did he know that she was telling the truth? What about the two scents that stained her coat – were they her own, or had they been kidnapped from another pack? It seemed that leadership was causing the lanky hybrid to grow paranoid. With a quick mental shake, Styx allowed a pause to fall before he introduced himself to Bishop. “I am Styx Constantin, leader of Neverwinter.” He was so used to not introducing himself that his own name didn’t taste right on his tongue, and felt foreign to his ears as it cannon-balled off his tongue. “We’re always looking for new members, as long as they are the right fit for the pack.” Two members had already disappeared after their acceptance so the lanky hybrid was being far more selective than he had been initially. “What is it you could offer to Neverwinter?”