Sovereign's Return

[Chailyn (away)]

Paws leaving slight indentations in the dew-laced grass, a great black wolf sauntered between the tall forest trees, her dark coat blending into the shadows cast by the dying sun. A self induced exile, it had been, she mused to herself as her acute senses detected the scent of a fellow lycan for the first time in months. Highly glamorous, deadly revealing...and lonely.

She came to a halt, allowing her bright eyes freedom to roam over all that was before her. Yes, they were close, the scent of those that she knew well mixed with the pungent odor of those she didn't. The scent of these strangers ignited the coals in her chest as the fire of her fury began to kindle. But it was not time...not yet. What could be gained by losing one's composure? Merely a loss of dignity, with nothing gained.

Chailyn was a fighter. Every sinuous muscle told a tale, every stride denoted strategy. She had been questioned by many in her day as to why she chose to spend most of her time in company in her weaker human form. Such enquiries had always been met with genial scorn. The answer, at least to the Lycan Elder, was in fact obvious. Only the most novice warrior will prance around, displaying his every weapon to the world. Vanity such as this would bring each of these neophytes to their bloody death.

So the beast reared up onto her hind legs, her form writhing for mere seconds before it had elongated and distorted into the shape of a fully grown woman whose wild locks matched the shade of her canine counterpart. Tattered black rags clung to her curves, the garment suited for the lowest of beggars, but it didn't take a king to detect the smooth majesty that every long stride spoke of as she continued to stride towards lycan territory. An arrogant equanimity was written in the lines of her beautiful face, her sharp eyes stripping all that she saw bare of pretence and stateliness.

"Who will be my guard of honour on this dying day?" The question was whispered to the blood-tinted clouds that peeked through the opening in the canopy.

The sovereign had returned.

(ooc) The narcissist has returned.

[Fenris Fenrir]

'That would all depend on how you define honour', came a deep voice that penetrated the lycaness' mind. And soon after that brief comment, out from the underbrush emerged the commentator. It was a towering beast that dwarfed many in height but then again such advantages came with their own cross as well. Though blessed with abnormal size and strength, this male lycan had to endure the greatest pains of the mind in repayment. The silver-grey coat of this lycan had become dirter and shaggier in the past few weeks, for caring for himself was a low priority on his list these days; what mattered was what he believed to the betterment of all.

But now it seemed that he would have to rethink this scenario out entirely, for the sister of the one from the Sky had returned and reclaimed leadership of a non-existing pack. For never while he was in the Forbidden Forest ever see any pack wonder these woods; only those from the Tunnels that antagonized his solitude with lies and betrayal. So now the true leader of the Forest had returned, and Fenris Fenrir would remain silent for a time and see what this lycaness, sister of Railyn, had to offer.

Fenrir's own change back into a human took a bit longer than that of the lycaness', but within a few moments of bone popping agony and the reciding of fur from his body; Fenris Fenrir turned into a tall and ominous figure. Standing at 6'6", he towered over many a man and beast; his raven-black hair blending into the tranquil nights of the Forest and his eyes. From behind a worn pair of fieldglasses; it was Fenris' eyes that generally sparked fear into a foe, for it is not hard to distinguish a mad man once you look him in the eye and Fenris' were like black coals, devoid of most kindness and emotion.

And there stood the lycan, looking at the lycaness and only one other question needed answering for the abomination. "And what do you allude to when you say dying day?"

[Chailyn (away)]

Turning to face the newcomer, the Lycan Elder allowed a mild smile to grace her rouge lips as she took in the appearance of her company, unabashed gaze roaming freely over his shaggy coat and large figure. She chose not to respond, politely clasping fine-boned fingers before her as she calmly waited for him to complete his transformation, as she sized him up. There was a twinge of dismay at the back of her mind as Chailyn found that she had to tilt her head slightly to make eye contact. This was indeed a rarity for the female who, at a little over six foot one, towered over most. Civility seemed undoubtedly the path to tread.

"To what do I allude?" she repeated, turning her face to the heavens. "A scholar might claim that my comment represented any number of dire warnings or threats, perhaps on this new companions wellbeing, perhaps on my own." Turning her face back to the stranger, her eyes glinted with amusement. "But I am no scholar, so I would ask you not to fear me."

Silence stretched between them, as the woman took a moment to ponder the statement herself, as if she were alone.

"A dubious pleasure it is," she began once more, as if realizing that she had company, "that none of my own seem concerned about my return. But I am certain this pleasure of making your acquaintance will certainly quieten my broken heart." Her mouth curved further upwards as her bright stare locked onto his own dark gaze. Her expression invited him to take part in her sardonic amusement, as she hoped he might.

Steepling her fingertips before her, Chailyn continued to appraise him without embarrassment, her head tilted innocently to one side. After a brief moment's pause, the visibly drew out of her trance, and extended one long-nailed hand toward the stranger. "May I introduce myself?" She didn't wait for a response. "Please call me Chailyn; it is how I am generally known in these parts."

Or how I was remembered, the voice added as an afterthought, cutting through the back of her mind. Can they remember you? Never truly loved, were we, Chailyn? A slight shadow in her eyes might have seemed out of place, had the male lycan been aware of it, but it was difficult to say. The sun had almost entirely dipped below the horizon, and only tones of deepest ruby were visible between the tall pines.

"Perhaps, however, you already were aware of my identity." Her remark was soft spoken yet blunt as she met his gaze once more, the geniality in her smile dimming ever so slightly. "So might our newfound relationship seem somewhat one-sided. Will you be so good as to rectify this and inform me as to whom I am meeting?"

[Fenris Fenrir]

Letting something akin to the smallest of smiles grace his face, Fenris nodded to what Chailyn had said about herself not being a scholar. Yet in Fenris' mind; a scholar was one that pondered the meanings of the cosmos and theorized many things but never did they truly act on their findings. If Chailyn said that she wasn't a scholar in the definition that Fenrir used of the word; then he would take extreme caution whenever he was in her presence. For saying that she was not a scholar; she implied in his thoughts on the matter that she was a person of action and those that took action were not to be trilfed with lightly. And they always needed to be watched until trust had been built between the two parties and even after that...a certain degree of alertness was needed.

When she mentioned that others of her pack didn't greet her; he found himself wondering what happened to the pack for them not to come now that their leader had returned. Either they were destroyed for surely they would have returned if they caught onto Chailyn's scent unless they cowed in fear in some grove of trees or even worse joined up with the Tunnels. Well whatever fate befell the previous pack memebers; it was not one that Fenris truely needed to worry about for he was not formally of that pack and he had yet to join a pack in the first place.

With the Forest having such a leader as Chailyn;why, it seemed that the Forest would become a place in which no one disturbed and perhaps then Fenris would finally be able to have some piece of mind. Would this Leader make the Forest greater than it even was now? So many thoughts raced through the lycan's brain but they ceased the moment that Fenris noticed that Chailyn was staring at him.

Stiffening like a board, Fenris thought that he had done something wrong that might have provoked Chailyn, but it seemed that she was merely observing him; like he was some form of livestock that could be bought. Did she find something within Fenris that had caught her eye, for what on Earth could keep anyone's eyes on him for that long? Other than being paralyzed with fear; of course, but no fear was about Chailyn.

Yet after she introduced herself; it seemed that she was saddened by some thought, but by what thought Fenris had no clue. But now she wanted to know his name and since this was her Forest; she had ever right to know and more. "There are many that know of you Chailyn and few that know you. As for me, I am one of many and from those thse grains of sand; I stand out as Fenris Fenrir. For that is my name if you so desire to know it. Yet you mentioned earlier that your former pack members have not returned to you and as seeing such; you are without a pack. So I offer to you my services Chailyn, Leader of the Forest dwellers, and I shall let you determine how to use them best."

[Chailyn (away)]

Every cordiality, every genial gesture made was a partner to Chailyn's keen mind as she, with meticulous vigilance, analysed each of Fenris' statements and body language with the proficiency of a trained psychologist. It was a skill that no leader could afford to be without, and had been a gift of the she-lycan for many long years. Though Chailyn possessed no powers of extrasensory perception, many had questioned this assurance, as she had taken great care in honing the skill of character discernment.

The Lycan Elder had rarely behaved with a greater level of propriety, or self-awareness as she did now. Should this pleasant exchange turn sour, it was all too plain that the odds could not favour her, no matter the level of skill she demonstrated. The difference in physique of the two lycans was notable, and she didn't care to test her evaluation. This said, Chailyn's mind was utterly devoid of any fear. On the contrary, this male provided a challenge of wits that she had rarely been subjected to, and Chailyn thrived on such trials.

Registering the abrupt change in her companions posture, Chailyn's hard stare softened. It was highly doubtful that Fenris felt intimidated by its intensity, but she wished to avoid any possible provocation. Affability was essential, and jeopardising her personal safety the moment she made her return was undesirable.

As Fenris introduced himself, offering her his services, Chailyn could not but help but express some surprise at the willingness of his offer. Swiftly chastening her expressing, she allowed her smile to return once more as she inclined her head, black locks tumbling forward over her trim shoulders.

And what if he intends to use your alliance to gain your trust and in doing so, gain power over both the forest and you? sneered the voice nastily, it's declaration a cruel drone at the back of her mind. But then he treated you with high respect, didn't he? countered the kinder voice defiantly, Acknowledging your leadership and superiority. What more could you wish?

What more indeed. Chailyn's mind was made up in an instant. The expression on her chiselled features brightened, eyes glowing with genuine warmth.

"Your services would be most welcome, Fenris Fenrir. It is my pleasure to invite you into my pack, though our numbers are next to nothing. Swear allegiance to my cause, denouncing all that that our despised cousins, those of the Tunnels, hold dear, and you shall have my protection." Her lips curled further up as she watched him carefully. "Though, with your seeming physical ability, I could assume that you might have little to protect yourself against, at least in this mortal world."

[Fenris Fenrir]

Postrating himself now that Chailyn accepted his offer, Fenris showed little surprise when she offered his speculations about his prowess, but a nerve was struck when she mentioned the mortal world. In the mortal world, Fenris could control himself and deal with any situation that came his way to the best of his capabilities, but it was the realm of the mind were he fought a never-ending battle against himself; neither of the warring sides fated to win. How those factions clashed relentless in his mind; how they never granted him a moment's peace. Staring dismally at the ground, one could barely hear Fenris when he said, "Aye; the physical is a world where I can thrive, but there is another in which I am crushed far too many a time."

Yet that small blackspot cleared within moments of uttering how he felt on the matter, and soon the familiar fire returned to his dark eyes. "But now my services are yours, Chailyn of the Forest, and it is up to you on how to direct me best. Command me to make sure that none dare trespass on this Forest and I shall do it. Tell me to purge all of those within that do not follow your rule and I shall do it until my dying breath. Command me to assault the Vampire Caves, for those that dwell within have slaughtered many an innocent pup, and I shall assault with such fervor unseen in these lands!", said Fenris as he still looked at the ground while his voice rose and fell; matching the tempo of his words.

"Tell me to massacre the Tunnels, and I will do it with relish; they have done many a grievance against me and they are not truely paid what is owed. Command me Sovereign; tell me what it is so desire for me to accomplish and I shall do so."

At last the Forest had a leader that could be followed; at last the Forest could rise to a point where it could challenge the Tunnels. At last the one from the stars, Railyn, would be able to watch down and see before him his sister and the one he named successor accomplish what he wished of them.

At last; the Forest could have revenge.

[Fáylinn]

“I also shall pledge my allegiance, Chailyn,” came the voice of another lycaness, her form becoming visible as she stepped through the trees, standing near the Forest Lycan Elder, and the famed, but unknown to her, Fenris Fenrir. Her sapphire colored eyes scanned the two, an unreadable smile forcing her lips upwards. A forest dweller was what she had been since becoming a lycaness, and she was ready to ask Chailyn if she could join her, become part of the pack that she secretly idolized for their independence and ability. “That is, if you accept.”

Her sapphire eyes popped against her semi-thick outline of eyeliner. Her appearance was as always, very casual. A simple pair of baggy jeans tight at the top thanks to a black belt. She wore a long sleeved navy shirt, and over top of it she had a black thick-armed tank top, coming together in a V-neck fashion. On her head, on top of her straight brown hair was a cotton black hat. Though the lycaness held the body and looks of the average teenager, beneath that exterior was a very capable lycan.

“I’m Faylinn,” she added, moments later, her eyes casting glances between the two, her arms folded across her chest. Should she add her capability next to the lycan’s? Would Chailyn need it proved that Faylinn was worthy of her time? If an example, or explanation of what she could do was necessary, the blue-eyed lycaness was ready. She would do whatever she could to get acceptance from the elder, and help revive the Forest Lycan pack.

Faylinn approached them with one last step, her head tilted to the side, in a dog-like manner. She had heard the last of what Chailyn asked of Fenris, and mentally cringed. The lycaness didn’t have the heart to hurt Amelia or Faith; she just couldn’t, after helplessly watching them die. Faith was her lycan mother; she sired her when she was so desperate. Hopefully the day to face Faith would never come, it would be her only weakness towards joining the pack.

[Tacitus]

The grayish hue rose into the air in delicate swirls, the smoke rising from confines of males mouth, sliding between thin, pale lips, floating toward the descending sun. And what a sight said sun caused. Colors painted across the sky, as far as the eye could see. Pink, orange, yellow, red, a faint blue, and so much more.

“The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.”

Muttering the words under his breath, Tacitus searched his mind, trying to find from where he had hauled this quote. That happened more often than not; he would muter a quote and have little to no recollection of where it came from. Nor did he actually care.

Taking one last pull on his cigarette, he let the smoke disappearing into the air, before pushing the tip of it into the palm of his hand, effectively putting it out. Darkness would be upon them soon, and no longer did he feel like smoking. No, tonight was meant for much greater things, he could feel it within him. Screaming at him. Telling him to move.

Perched upon a tree branch, the sharp-eyed lycan sat with his back pressed again the tree, one leg stretched out in front of him on the branch, and the other dangling in the air carelessly. Wrapping a rough hand around a nearby branch, he swung from his temporary seat, causing him to go hurtling down toward the ground, falling several dozen feet.

Landing gracefully, his black duster flapped up in a puff, before gaining it’s normal shape back. Crouching down, both feet firmly on the ground, and one hand placed against the dirt to help him stay balanced, Tacitus let his piercing blue gaze wander slowly. Drawing in one deep breath of air, he knew where he had to go.

So, straightening up, he fixed his long black duster, ran a hand through his bleached, spiked hair, and began to walk. It took him no longer than a few minutes to spot whom he was looking for. Their scents drifted to his senses in the wind, excitement bubbling up in him. It was such a grand thing to meet other members of the Forest Clan.

Approaching the three Lycans slowly, Tacitus came to a halt near them, studying each individual carefully. His mere form seemed pathetic next to that of the other males, but he had grown used to being smaller than a lot of males. He hovered at 6 feet tall, and though that would normally be considered above average, he had a small build than most men. Where they usually had broad shoulders, and massive arms, he was a more elegant size.

Brushing some dust off his tight black tee, he bowed his head to both Fenris Fenrir and Faylinn, showing his respect for the two, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Turning to the other lycaness now, he dipped his whole torso into a bow now, showing how deep his respect for Chailyn was. He could sense a leader when he saw one.

Twirling his lips into a faint smile, he remained bowing for a few moments longer, before straightening himself back up, “T’is a pleasure to make your acquaintanceship, I am Tacitus,” He said in a light tone to the other three, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the setting sun.

[Chailyn (away)]

It was with intense curiosity that Chailyn noted the change in expression of Fenris' eyes as reference to the ethereal world was made. It was plain that her statement had struck a nerve somewhere behind the barrier which the male's brute strength and iron frame had erected around all tangible emotions. His confession to the weakness he experienced when facing the incorporeal asserted a level of depth in his character which had previously been hidden. In acknowledging what was beyond the realms of simple mortal senses, it was plain that she was dealing with a far more mysterious beast.

The zeal with which he swore allegiance to her, now that was even more enticing. Clearly, he understood the obligation of loyalty and dedication required of any member of her clan. His passion for the cause was undeniably alluring, and it was mere moments before the Elder came to the realisation that she had been well and truly taken by the offer. He is in.

It was a mighty triumph for the forest lycans, gaining someone possessing such evidently immense strength and dedication. There was little that could have added to her amiable mood, until she suddenly registered the scent of yet another two unfarmiliar lycans, who, mere minutes before had been lurking in her peripheral senses. Slowly, she raised a finger to Fenris, gesturing for silence as she turned to meet the two strangers.

A look of pleasant surprise, one which carefully concealed the slightest trace of anxiety, was painted across her handsome visage as Chailyn inclined her head to each newcomer in turn, performing a quick analysis of each. The young female, so hasty to make her pledge to Chailyn, was of a slender build, accentuated by the apparel that she had donned. This, however, only cast a slight shadow of doubt across Chailyn's mind. Should this girl desire to bring mutiny to the pack, it was highly unlikely that she would succeed, and surely this could not be her aim, should she have any wits about her. With Fenris standing at Chailyn's shoulder, only a madman would hope to take on the leader of the Forest Lycans.

Fixing the younger female with a hard stare, Chailyn's tone was unyielding. "Would you be able to serve our cause with unquestioning loyalty and utter obedience?" she demanded, her own bright gaze set steadily on the girl's sapphire eyes. "Should you answer in the affirmative, you shall also be accepted as a member of the pack. But I will give you fair warning," the note of caveat in the Elder's voice was plain for all to hear, "You break faith with us: you die. And trust me, this would be an inevitable fate, should you prove treacherous."

Slowly the blaze in her amber stare smouldered, and died as Chailyn's eyes remained on Fáylinn's own. Chailyn's lips curved upwards as she once more inclined her head.
"I give you leave to think on this, before you give me your answer. But in the mean time, forgive me a moment." Turning on her head, she watched on as the most recent newcomer made a deep bow, his reverence seeming almost excessive.

"It seems that none are without the knowledge of my identity," she stated, her rouge mouth twisted in an expression of wry amusement. "But no, the pleasure is mine, Tacitus," she added, folding fine-boned hands in front of her. "What can I do for you?" Turning her body slightly, she allowed the other two lycans to be included in the conversation, should they care to address her.

Although there was nothing that she would be less reluctant to admit, a burning excitement had ignited in the limbs of her body. What contact with others of her kind could do for a company-starved lycan, she mused, her eyes flicking between each new acquaintance. But of course, it was more than that. She could hear it in the wind, she could feel it in every vein of her body.

The forest was growing strong, once more.

[Arwen]

Chailyn had returned. She could sense it, even before the whispers of the forest reached her. It would seem she was not the only one who had chosen to end their exile, and return home. She was glad the forest Elderess had decided to return to her pack, or what there was left of it.

Without Chailyn the forest pack had diminished, though a few lone lycans still called the forest their home. The young elven girl had lived in the shadows for months now, not venturing into the light or seeking company, merely watching as the old lycans left and a few new ones came. She had thought about following the lycans' examples, and leaving, but she didn't really have anywhere else to go, and she certainly would not have returned to the castle.

Strapping her bow and quiver around her shoulder so it rested comfortably at her back, she stood from her spot at the base of an oak, and started to wards the group of lycans. She didn't bother keeping to the shadows now, she'd have stood out either way due to her silver dress and hair, and because she knew it'd be better if she didn't try and keep her arrival from them. Soon she could spot the little group between the trees, and she stepped into their line of vision.

Cold orbs passed over each of the lycans, pausing momentarily on the tallest of the males, before moving to the Elderess. She wasn't sure if Chailyn's personality and manner had changed much, but physically she was still the same, except with a greater touch of wildness to her form.

A rare smile curled her lips, and her gaze warmed slightly as she bowed her head in respect, "Nae saian luume'."


ooc: Translation: It has been too long

[Fenris Fenrir]

Had it not been for Chailyn's gesture, Fenris would have immediatly challenged the two newer lycans, but if it was Chailyn's wish to speak with them; then so be it. The first of the two newcomers was a female, of shorter stature than both Chailyn and Fenris, but with the same determination that Fenris had shown when he first offered his services to the leader of the Forest Pack. And yet, the girl seemed so young and her style of clothing to be a bit eccentric, but then again it was the mentality of the person that made them what they are; not what they wore to cover weaknesses or strengths.

But out of the two newcomers, it was the male that caught his eye. Even though he was of a smaller size than most males were; there was something about him that made Fenris think that there was more than what he showed. That kind of build, similar to that of a runner, was something that was to not be understimated. Fenris, though as muscular as he was, had more of the build of a rock climber and it was his size that made him seem like he lifted trees out of the Earth for sport. And yet the build of the runner had it's advantages, speed and stealth; so perhaps this newcomer that called himself Tacitus was Aias the Runner reborn in the form of a lycan.

As Chailyn responded as was her position, Fenrir's nostrils flared as he picked up a foreign scent. He had smelt demons, nymphs, faeries, lycans, vampires, and mortal humans all in the past and yet this one eluded him. And it made his guard go up on full, the hairs of the back of his neck beginning to rise, and Fenris slowlly began to advance on the figure that now spoke in an unusual tounge to Chailyn.

"And who are you, being of the Wood, and what is your business here?", questioned Fenrir, "For you are an anomaly to my senses; I have never in all my life picked up a scent such as yours and your manner makes it explict that you are not something that one would normally find in this wood. Therefore; what are you and why do you come before Chailyn; leader of the Forest Pack?"

If this being's answer were not to his liking; Fenris wouldn't hesitate to attack. Just one, small irregularity and his madness would consume him and the fight would commence.

[Arwen]

Arwen's gaze swiveled from the elderess to stare at the biggest of the lycans, a curious smile curling her lips. She didn't doubt he'd never met another of her kind, otherwise he'd have recognized her scent as elven. Since he was new to the pack, she didn't hold his questions against him, after all, how was he to know she was part of the pack.

"Naut nindel ol zhah jala d' dosst chaon, ush'akal, I'm Silmarwen, though Arwen will suit fine. And my business here is obvious, I've come to welcome Chailyn, the elderess of the pack to which I gave my alliance long ago, back home." she answered, shrugging indifferently she tucked back her hair, allowing her pointed ears to be seen "As for what I am, I'm of the Elven kind."

Tilting her head at an angle, wry amusement glinted in her eyes, as she waited to see if she passed his interrogation. She knew he'd likely attack her if he didn't believe, or like, her answers. And she was surprised neither of the three unfamiliar lycans had attacked her sooner.

But she could handle them if they did attack her. It wasn't ignorance or conceit that made her so sure she could handle herself, it was the fact that she knew her abilities well, and she knew how to stretch them past the limits. They were fast, she could be faster when needed. They were strong, she had magic. Clasping her hands together, she continued to stare at Fenris, shifting her bow and quiver until they fell more comfortably on her back.


Translation: Not that it's any of your business, sir

[Chailyn (away)]

Placing one fine boned hand on her newfound ally's shoulder, Chailyn shook her head slightly, fixing the man with a sternly assuaging gaze.
"Fenris, be still. It is indeed true that Silmarwen has pledged allegiance to me, and I in turn have been very grateful for this. From this day onwards, please consider her one of your friends as well." Her hand fell back to her side, as she took a step forwards, towards the centre of the rudimentary circle made by each individual. Her golden eyes travelled from one to the next as she internally marvelled at the diversity displayed before her. Each character so very different, both in physique and mentality, and yet all drawn together under the one banner, all devoted to the cause. Had there been any sentimentality in Chailyn's veins, this spectacle would have been deeply touching.

Enough romanticizing. Back to business.

"My comrades, you must heed me when I tell you this: United we stand, divided we fall. In unity, we have the prospect of building something truly noteworthy, something fierce...something with real power" The pitch of her voice had risen to a passionate crescendo, as she glared at each in turn, just daring them to look away. Could her newfound followers hope to match her in ambition and desire for supremacy? Chailyn was no seer, yet she considered herself a fair judge of character.

'Anyway,' she mused to herself, pausing in her monologue, 'It's equally as true that beggars can't be choosers...' Mentally, the Lycan Elder recoiled from this reflection. She had never wanted for anything, not really. The world lay at her feet, as she sauntered down the stairway of life. Yet, when might her supreme reign end? None dared challenge her as she was in the instant. A fearsome, wild beast devoid of the burdens of empathy. But, as all good things do, this could hardly last forever and where would she be as age's silent tendrils began to ensnare her, perhaps as near as twenty, even ten years? She prized her independence above most things, but she could not deny the necessity for allies.

United we stand... A soft smile inched it's way up her ruddy face, as, cold heart swelling with unnatural emotion she gazed upon her companions in a new light. If anyone could, Chailyn would bring together this gang of misfits and create something that would shake the seated rocks of history. The bravest of creatures would tremble in the wake of this militia which she was crafting. They would be mighty. There would be no regrets.

"My friends, we have much to do if we are to succeed." And again, that piercing gaze swept the circle. "Are you behind me?"

[Tacitus]

Quirking a brow slightly, Tacitus let the faint smile linger on his lips, “Of course we know who you are… How does one not know the Elder of the clan?” Gaining a more serious expression now, Tacitus bowed his head slightly, “The question is more what can I do for you, not the other way around,”

Turning mischievous blue eyes up to meet Chailyn’s, he let a slight smile appear on his lips once more, “I want nothing more then to serve you, and be a member of this Clan, if you so wish to grant me this privilege… I am willing to do anything I can to prove my loyalties,” He said, slowly lifting his head back up so he could stand at full height once more. It was true, there was nothing that he wasn’t willing to do, he had nothing to hold him back from doing something. His family, which he once cherished, before being sired, was all dead. His doing. Friends always seemed like a waste of time to him. He didn’t have to worry about a guilty conscious, he had after all slaughtered his own family. Guilt free. Anything else that may have made him hesitate over something was taken care of before coming to the Forest.

Feeling the other males gaze upon him, Tacitus turned his own blue gaze toward Fenris. Noticing the seemingly thoughtful look on the other males face, Tacitus couldn’t help but quirk a brow once more. Taking in his appearance, the blonde male frowned slightly. He was huge. He looked as if he could squish Tacitus with the mere sweep of his hand. With that knowledge, Tacitus found himself slightly grateful that they were seemingly on the same side. Though he was secure with his own strength, he knew his brute strength wouldn’t be much compared to Fenris’s, or so he assumed. Then again, looks could deceive even the most clever and insightful of people.

Shooting a smile at Faylinn, Tacitus let a curious look cross his features briefly. She appeared like any normal teenage girl, but he could clearly make out the difference after closer examination. There was a lot more to this female than what was shown on the outside exterior.

Looking to the newcomer, Tacitus tensed slightly, just incase. It was always good to be on the ready, though most would view that as merely being paranoid. As she spoke to Fenris, and then Chailyn stepped in, Tacitus let his body relax once more, so she was a member of the pack as well? He hadn’t known that there was more than just Lycans in the pack.

Listening attentively to Chailyn speak, Tacitus folded his arms together briefly, an intensity slowly starting to burn in his eyes as each word slipped from the other Lycans’ lips. As the last of her words, the question, rang in his ears, Tacitus let his arms fall back to his sides, straightening his back and holding his chin high, “I’m behind you one hundred percent,”

[Fenris Fenrir]

Feeling the touch of a restraining hand and the sound of stern words as if to stop a child in his act of disobidence, Fenris looked down at the pale hand of his leader that rested on his shoulder. So this elf had been a member of the pack before any of the newer lycans had ever joined? Well; that complicated things somewhat. Chailyn wanted him to accept this elf woman as a friend, as she was a member of the pack and friend to Chailyn, but Fenris was uncertain. That; and he found that the manner that she had talked with him to be somewhat..arrogant. He had been arrogant as well in his brief questioning of her, but when one had to interrogate someone; they had to be arrogant. Then again; Chailyn had ordered him to trust this...elf.

"I will only accept you, Arwen, at Chailyn's insistance. As for myself; I need time to think over whether you shall have the other part of my boon of friendship; the one that only I can give myself and not without being told to.", said Fenris as Chailyn's restraining hand left his shoulder. And now it seemed time for Chailyn's abilities as a leader to be proven; were her speeches able to move her subjects into action with such unbridled fervor that these lands had ever seen before?

Power It was the mention of that one word that set Fenrir's aflame; the one thing that drove him forth in times of need and want. But it was dwarfed by the mention of beggars. He was no beggar; no one in this circle looked like a beggar from his point of view. Or was he misinterpreting this incorrectly? Was Chailyn talking about the pack as beggars from a human's standpoint? Is that what the humans saw the lycans of the Forest Pack? As mere beggars that filled the Forest with their filth?

Though not speaking to the group, Fenris could not stop himself from roaring in his own mind, 'I am no beggar! If that is what the humans see me as; then they wrong with that statement! No beggar am I; I am a terror; one that they fear and feel in wake of these insults of "beggar". The Humans have cried for havoc and soon the dogs of War will be let loose.' Taking a step forward toward the center of the circle after Tacitus had pledged his alliegence, Fenrir said in a more forboding tone, "Elderess; you have had me behind you from the beginning. My word, once given, is my honor and I shall do nothing to break it. But if you need more proof; then you shall have it."

At a blinding speed and with his right hand curled into a claw, Fenris Fenrir drove that hand into his left arm; eyes wincing from the force at which he pushed the hand into his flesh. Quickly pulling it out, Fenris' eyes looked like those of a gleeful child as he saw his own blood ooze from his body and he laughed. Laughed to the highest heights in the canopy that made up the Forest. "Need you any more proof of my word, honor, and now my blood?", laughed the posessed madman, "Would an eye suffice? How about arm? How much would you have me mutilate my form in order to show you that what I said is true. What would you have of Fenris Fenrir, Chailyn?"