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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:58 pm
A cold chill passed through the air as a white wolf bearing blue tribal markings made his way through an unfamilar area. Bones here and there, some crunching under his paws as he treaded. He wasnt being stealthy today. He was unaware he had just entered the territory of the fearsome bones pack. A death wish for outsiders normally. He assumed, given the mass of bones, that no one lived around these parts. Just a grave.
Trent was not concerned for his saftey at the moment though. He was walking around Dacaiana to clear his head. Taking a long journey to clear his head of the events that had happened almost a year ago. His entire pack had been killed on the most sacred of nights. Now he only had his sash granted to him by the goddess her self on that night. He had alot to clear out of his head after that night. To be blunt at this moment in time Trent wasnt sure if he wanted to be alive.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 8:06 pm
 Irons stood a little to the right of Trent, stepping on Bones without making even the slightest noise as his chuckle rippled through the air. The wolf whose belt looked like that of a skeliton emerged like a shadow from under the landmass he was so used too.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Irons' voice slid across the bondyard like velvet over steel, "Now aren't we an interesting catch, entering the Bones Pack's territory, and past my guards, how... pleasently suprising. I suppose I will have to tell them that they're not doing their jobs. Now the question is whether or not to kill you, traspasser. It seems almost a shame, you are quite impressive." Irons mentioned absently as he stalked around Trent, barely noticeable as he blended into the background, his sneer curling around his face in an almost-smile.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 8:14 pm
Trent did not flinch or quiver at what the male wolf had just inquired. He let the alpha stalk around him following him as he did so with his eyes. This wolf seemed to own these lands and was only following his laws. Trent could not damn or get upset at him for being so forward. He was an outsider and it was apparent that he was not welcome.
"Do what you like," Trent began, the wind blowing through his fur and sash giving awe to the enviroment around him. Trent was beautiful and almost glowed, his words calm and firm. "I did not know that a pack dwelled here," Of course he hadnt been paying attention either. Otherwise he would have smelt that this was indeed another wolves domain. "I opoligise for tress passing, you seem to be up holding your laws. Do what you like, but know this I wont let my self be killed, not yet. If you truely wish to kill me, great warrior, do so after I have gotten my revenge on those who have killed my pack." His eyes flickered alittle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 8:22 pm
"Oh? Now this is more... interesting. Know that I myself am not so accustomed to killing every little outsider who trasspasses on my lands, just those who don't show respect where respect is due. It's a warrior clan thing... but somehow, just from the look of you, I'd say that you already know that. You have the look of an Alpha to you." Irons mentioned absently, though he continued his stalking without relenting. He was not a trusting wolf by nature, and just because this particular wolf facinated him, meant nothing in particular.
"You said your pack was murdered? Which one do you come from, for when I was an... adolescent, shall we say, I traveled and I saw no other wolves who look as you do. Nor wolves who wore things other than their own skin." Irons shook his head, grinning his evil and slightly crazed grin that so entirely belonged to Irons and no one else, "No matter. This is the Bones Pack, stranger, and, just so you are aware, you are stepping on our spirits when you break those Bones. I know how to appreciate a good warrior... but disrespecting a culture, aware or not, is hardly a good start, don't you think?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 8:37 pm
Trent cracked a smile at Irons, this was a wolf he could respect. Trents religion, something sacred to his pack as well, or was. He continued to follow this wolf with his eyes.
"We seem to have similar beliefs," He nodded. Really he hadnt ment to crush the bones beneath his paws, really he hadnt been paying attention. He lowered his head as if to bow for forgiveness and then raised his head. "I apoligize for my rude behavior towards your dead." His complexion had no expression but his eyes told the story, he truely was sorry for it.
"I come from the Celestial Pack. A group of Assassins and Spies who value speed over strength." He bowed again to show his respects to Irons.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 8:55 pm
"Ah, I see," Irons nodded, "The Bones Pack, which values strength and spirituality over all else. These are our ways... we are a pack of warriors, you strike me... speed over strength, as a pack of assassins, if I am not mistaken. That sounds... reasonable, does it not?" He asked, also finding in Trent a wolf he could respect, and those were few and far between. Not trust per say, but certainly respect.
He was also glad that, while some outsiders did not understand the spiritual aspect of his pack, this particular wolf did. It certainly made it much easier to talk almost instantly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 2:22 pm
Trent smiled at Irons. The Bones Pack is a legendary pack of warriors. He had heard a great deal about them from other wolves he had passed on his journey. They were a serious pack that did not tolerate the weak. Both spiritual and strong, they were the most famous pack of all. There almost wasn't a wolf in all of Dacaiana who didn't know about this pack. And here stand their leader in front of Trent. A strong proud wolf for sure. A wolf you wouldnt want to piss off.
Trent dipped his head in respect to the leader of the bones pack, "You must be a great warrior to be head of The Bones Pack. It is an honor to meet you." He lifted his head again with a bit of a smile showing on his face. This was a respectable wolf. "I ask for safe passage through your territory. I will be sure to be wary of bones and build a shrine in my home lands for the dead that I disrespected so their souls may have rest." He bowed again. Trent was exstremely humble and passive for an Alpha.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:32 pm
"My, my, my." Irons chuckled, pleased despite himself. Flattery was not something he was by nature accustomed to, except of course before his pack's civil war, when the elders tried to make him do anything, and thus faked their adoration of him to get it. He didn't buy it usually, but this wolf seemed fairly sincere. He would not doubt that he was the leader of the Celestial Pack, though so far as he was aware, they were all, or mostly all, dead. Now that he thought on it, the wolf's pelt did seem farmiliar, from back when Irons was younger and had traveled in order to earn his enterence in full to the Bones Pack.
"Your respect does you well. Since you ask so kindly, and respectfully, I find it difficult to refuse your...request. However, now does seem the right time to exchange names, does it not? You may call me Irons, and as Alpha of the Bones Pack, I grant you safe passage..." he left it hanmging so that he could hear the wolf's name.
A curious fellow, this one. And an assassin no less. It struck Irons as... particularily interesting indeed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:19 pm
Trent was honored to have such kindness from the leader of the bones pack. He had heard stories that the leader wasn't one who let strangers pass through his lands safely very often. It truely was a high honor.
"My name is Trent," He didnt often give his name to other wolves. He didnt normally talk either. He was the quiet kind who lurked in the shadows of others. He only spoke when his voice was needed. "Yes my family and friends were massacred during our sacred festival. I dont know of any survivors but I am sure they either ran or were taken as prisoners. I did notice a few missing bodies." He had made a grave for each body on that night. The strange thing was the attack hadn't been what had made him want revenge, nor was it all his family and friends being slain, no, for Trent he wanted revenge for the time they had attacked. You never attacked an enemy pack on a night of a sacred event. That was dishonorable and foolish.
"Irons of the Bones Pack you have my deepest thanks. I will return the favor when you pass through Celestial Pack territory. You and your pack will be accepted as brothers and sisters in our lands," He bowed again to show his humbleness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:05 pm
"Do you propose that we should be...allies then? Is that your suggestion?" Now that if nothing else, caught Irons' attention. The Celestial Pack. A group of assassins, noted for their power and spirituality, held in very high reguard for his own pack. He had felt that this would be a good day, and now it was turning out to be just that.
Excellent. He couldn't have asked for better if he had wished for this directly. Though he liked a good fight to get what he wanted, having something so perfect dropped into his lap every now and then was hardly something to scoff at. Quite the opposite. An allience of this sort would very likely bring the favor of the Gods to his side. Most certainly. An excellent way of solidifying his position once again... making up for his poor relationship with their Shaman.
The Celestial Pack... even if eventually they traded Brides, or even husbands back and forth between the two groups, together, if the allience was solid enough, they would be invincible. If the Celestial Pack recovered of course.
Which just meant that Irons would have to make sure that they did recover.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:21 pm
"Of course, with the Strength of the Bones Pack and the speed of the Celestial Pack, it would make for a good Allience," Trent was of course pretty excited about an allience him self. The two packs were pretty similar in away. They had their practices that they valued and their religion.
Trent also liked Irons. Irons had alot of strenght to him and he could tell alot of heart. A wolf who truely cared for the well being of his pack above all else, even if some didnt agree with him that didnt stop him. Very respectable indeed.
"I must first of course bring the strength of the pack back together," It was true, Trent hadnt yet complete his quest. He was a tad behind infact. But once he recovered, and he was sure he would, the Celestial pack would thrive again. The goddess her self had sent him on this quest and he wasnt about to fail. He could almost feel his fallen brothers and sisters pushing him forward in an effort to help.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:38 am
"In that case, I agree whole-heartedly," Irons said with his evil grin, returning. Of course, it was not something he did deliberatly. He just looked evil and crazy when he smiled. So far as he was concerned, if it made him more imposing, it was all the better.
Trent had turned out to be more lucky than he had ever expected. This allience could stand taller than any other, even though the Celestial Pack still needed to recover. No issue. Irons would make sure that it did, after all, his own pack was still recovering from their civil war. IF the two packs could come closer whil ethey rebuilt and gained new members, strong members, then they would stay all the closer.
Surely his Shaman would be pleased enough with that. Or so Irons hoped. He was getting deathly sick of her attitude, "If you like, since you are the last of your kind, so far as you know, at the moment, you may stay here. I will make my wolves aware of your presence, and you may remain with us so long as you desire."
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:49 pm
Trent was extremely humbled by the offer Irons had just given him. Though he knew that he could not stay very long, his pack needed to be reconstructed and he couldn't stay put for long to accomplish this task. He needed to travel all over in search of wolves who met his expectations for the pack.
"I am sorry Irons," He said a bit ashamed of him self, "I need to reconstruct the Celestial Pack," This was something the spirits clinged to him to do, they would not rest until it was completed. "I'll be sure to take you up on that offer after my quest is finished." He bowed his head in deep respects to the alpha. The souls of his dead would not have it until he had completed his task. It was what he had to do before anything else. "I take my leave, but be sure to expect me again to work out our allience," He said bowing again to show his deepest respect.
With that in a blink of an eye Trent had disapeared. Just like the assasin he was, his speed was his greatest strength along with his stealth.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:54 pm
Irons stood there only a moment later before grinning, "Yes... I'm certain that you will Trent of the Celestial Pack." And with that he faded back into his own territory, not leaving one trace of himself behind.
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