Willow got the feeling Mildread didn't like her very much, which was fine. If Orca liked 'Milly' though, Willow would try. Fenrir was going to be pissed when he found out.
"Dead things like ... inferi," Willow offered. "Not like vampires. Gross dead things. Vampires ... not gross."
She had imitated Milly's simple way of saying things without thinking about it. It wasn't Willow trying to be mean or anything, she was just .. talking. Completely accidental. The lycanthrope wilted slightly. "Sorry, that sounded mean. I didn't mean it like that."
Abruptly Willow flipped over backwards, hanging upside down with her legs hooked over the branch. It was very random. Oh well. Willow hadn't the slightest idea was Mildread was talking about, and it certainly bothered her. Dead thing? Stealing food?
Was there something killing people?
She stared, frowning, at nothing. A scent hit her before the sight did - oh piss.
"Uh." Willow dropped out of the tree, nearly falling on her head. Nervously, she remained crouched on the ground. "Fenrir."
She wouldn't say she'd missed him - after all, when someone abandons you for like the fourth time, it gets a little irritating - but she did ... something. Willow nodded her head at him.
Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Oct 23, 2010 12:16:35 GMT -5
She watched as Orca spoke, seemed to toss the subject to the side as unimportant. But she also saw the flicker of emotion, and she fed on it. Obviously, there was something not right about that thing. She'd been told that he wasn't a vampire, but he was dead. What did that leave?
And then the other one spoke again. It seemed like every time she spoke it was a faux pas, or just an awkward comment in general. She narrowed her eyes a tiny amount as she spoke. Was she calling her gross? That was rude. Very rude.
"Apology accepted." She was stiff in her reply.
And then...
Holy dick.
She looked across the clearing, where all the thundering ruckus was coming from, and watched as the biggest wolf--no, the biggest ANYTHING--she'd ever seen walk into the clearing.
Staring down into th(at)(ose) eye(s), eye(s) of an obviously older, stronger being, someone who had every right to be here, she felt something weird stir in her gut.
She didn't want to be here.
She didn't know if it was fear, or animal instinct, or what, (maybe it was just common sense) but something told her that she needed to be gone, and now.
But she stood... well, sat her ground. Fenrir spoke, and somehow he knew she was a child of Romulus. Maybe it was the eyes, or did Fenrir consider all vampires children of their Prince? She didn't realize the possibility that she smelled like her Prince, though if she did, she would have been glad to share in something that was Him.
As far as she knew, there was no desire to stand by Fenrir--or any lycan's--side. She had come here on a bored trip, one of the flew places she'd been able to visit without risking being too far from her home. For some reason, she felt that explaining that to him wouldn't do much.
She let Orca do the talking as the other one left to grovel. He was the expert here, at any rate, and her talking would surely only complicate things.
Heh. 'Milly'. That was cute.
Believe it or not, Orca was still the first to shorten her old maid's name, make it cute. Was it back when they'd first met that he'd called her that? She wouldn't be surprised, the lycan was quite friendly. She adored him. He was so cute, so fun. Romulus liked him, too, which only reinforced her affections.
When Orca prompted, she followed orders. Romulus had taught her to be polite, and if anything, this was one of those times it would come in handy.
"Hello, Lord Fenrir." That was the proper term, right? The idea of calling Fenrir 'Prince' struck wrong in her ears, and besides, Romulus was her prince.
Not this giant... monster.
Her slightly monotone voice, still girlish, young, and now tinged with a hint of respect rang out once again through the clearing.
"I will leave, if you wish." She knew, quite clearly, that she was at a disadvantage here. "Apparantly," she glanced at the other wolf, "I am less welcome in these woods than I once thought."
Ever the diplomat, or something like that.
As far as she knew, the forest was a forest. And, considering Fenrir's considerable absense...
"I apologize for intruding." She kept her voice as formal and neutral as possible, thought it was still hard, even after months upon months of death.
Fenrir watched stoically as Orca explained who the vampire was and the reason why she was in his Woods. Youth was something that wasn't a stranger to Fenrir, as he had seen many young people, humans and lycans, in his day. And it was in a person's youth that they experienced all of the pleasures and perils of the world: for now this night would remain a pleasure for "Milly". 'It is alright Orca. I do not hold any ill-will towards Romulus or his offspring; simply make sure that she minds herself and that she is escorted to the border when she wants to leave,' said Fenrir as the wolf stared at Mildred, his voice rolling like a river on a summer's day.
Then came Willow, crashing down from a tree and she welcomed him back shortly after Orca said the same. Yet there was no affection in their eyes, perhaps not even concern: only apprehension. He could smell it on them, thick and musky, as they stood before him and the older wolf knew that he deserved this treatment. Their Alpha had disappeared without a trance and any respect that they still had for him would be buried very deeply in their hearts. He was about to address this when Mildred spoke up, saying how she would leave and how she thought she wasn't welcome in these woods.
Walking to the base of the tree where Mildred resided in its canopy, Fenrir sat in front of the tree and looked up at her quizzically. And very faintly, in the back of his throat, came a sound similar to panting but the Lycan was not tired: he was laughing. 'Child of Romulus, you do not have to leave for this is no intrusion,' came Fenrir's voice, still with the chuckling sound coming from his wolven maw, 'Clearly your father has never told you of the time when he came to my aid, after those residing in the school decided to hunt me down. He gave me a mighty gift that day and I will never forget it. So you are welcome in these woods Milly, and you'll come to no harm here unless you bring it upon yourself'
Now those were the days: when his name struck fear into all who heard it, when his howl spread from the Woods to Drakborough people cowered in their wooden houses. Then he feasted, then he was unstoppable but now...he had taken the words of Talon Windwaltz to heart and had not ventured from the Woods in some time. Yet the times were changing and there was one amongst those gathered that would accomplish them.
In a split second of bone-cracking, skin-morphing transformation Fenrir the wolf became Fenrir the man. Garbed in a rugged overcoat and wild and rough-looking as ever, the cyclops of a man smiled wearily at one person in particular. "My apologies if I have upset your gathering: I merely sought the identity of who entered my realm. But now opportunity presents me with another moment, and I shall seize it while I can," said the raven-haired man calmly as he locked eyes with one person.
"If you can spare ten minutes, I would have a word with you Beta. In my absence I had a vision and it focused on you; I suspect you'd like to know what I saw."
[ooc: uh oh. also fenny i'm assuming you're referring to orca at the end there...? if i'm wrong i'll edit later]
Orca was so proud. Mildread sounded so mature as she talked, so grown up. And evidently, Fenrir thought so too, as he welcomed her and didn't immediately ask her to leave but instead basically told her she could come back. How nice, they could have picnics and everything. He was excited.
Also, everything and everyone was stealing his nickname for Mildread. What was with that?
Apparently, Romulus was Fenrir's savior as well. Huh. He'd never known that. Fenrir shifted, no longer the giant wolf but the tall, feral-looking man. The alpha male first smiled, then locked eyes with him; Orca returned the grin, then hopped off the branch while Fenrir spoke, hitting the ground in a crouch from which he slowly rose, steady gaze remaining on the man.
"In my absence I had a vision and it focused on you; I suspect you'd like to know what I say."
Oh shit. Good thing or bad thing? He wasn't sure, but it seemed like he was about to find out.
"Yeah, uh, yessir, I sure would." He glanced up over his shoulder at Mildread, still high in the tree. "Do you wanna, uh, just tell me here, or should we go somewhere more private?"
Idly, he wondered if Fenrir knew about his connection with Romulus. That, that would probably not be the best thing that could happen today, but he guessed he'd deal with it if it came up. No sense worrying now, he'd just get himself all anxious and riled up. He kept the smile, kept the friendly gaze, but inside his chest, his heart began to beat faster.
"Here is as good a place as any," replied Fenrir, the tone of his voice now becoming more prophetic, and he gestured up into the night sky. "Behold the night sky, see how brilliant all the stars are? Science clashes with mythos when we try to comprehend whether they are just giant, gaseous masses or the legends of those who made an impact on this world. I believe them before, for while I was a scientist I was visited by a spirit from the stars long ago in England. I cannot describe the meeting, as I was filled with fear and awe at the same instant; I do, however, remember who I saw."
Fenrir paused at this point and stared up at the stars for a little while longer. As his eye observed their radiance, his fighting spirit stirred inside of him as he remembered what he did when he was urged on to undertake the portents of his vision. And now it was another's turn to undergo their rite of passage and to see if they were worthy of claiming into his legacy. Turning back to Orca and the others, Fenris continued as he pointed at one constellation behind him.
"Canis Major is the constellation that holds the star Sirius, and it was one night in England that the Great Wolf came to me. I had just been turned and nearly destroyed by the Lycan Xavier, and I spat out curses against those that did this to me. Then the Great Wolf appeared before me and told me that one day I would create a pack to rival the Tunnels and eventually become the most powerful pack in Europe. I am still working to that end, so my journey is still ongoing. But I'm telling this to you Orca because it was through the Great Wolf that I saw a possible future for you."
"I saw two great pillars of flame: one blazing up from a tower of stone and the other plunging into a body of water. These pillars started moving together and eventually enveloped the Woods. Fiery figures plagued this dream and I alone was not enough to stop the onslaught, but just as I was being struck down: I saw you. You rallied the scattered lycans and drove the fiery entities out of the Woods and back to the spots where the two pillars of flames first kindled. Then I heard the Great Wolf proclaim,'The White Wolf shall be your vanguard and scatter your enemies before you'. And then I awoke."
Fenris walked over to Orca, and rested his hands on the younger lycan's shoulders. Gazing down at him, the raven-haired man squeezed Orca's shoulders as he said, "You are the only white wolf to ever dwell in this Woods: hence why I believe you are the one this vision focused on. As for the rest of it I cannot determine, but there is something different with the land. I hear the trees moan, fearing flames, and I cannot fathom why they do this. I cannot leave the Woods to search for these answers, for Talon will be within his rights to kill me. That is why I have come for you."
"Orca!" shouted Fenris Fenrir, his voice suddenly returning to the aggressive and commanding tone that once held reign of the Lycan Lord, "Loyal son of the Woods, valiant Wolf: I name you Champion of the Woods. Hence forth, you can summon any of the lycans and lead them outside of the Woods: into battle or otherwise. If they question this, bring them before me so that I can make my will clear to them: you will be my general. You will still answer to me, but otherwise you will have your own autonomy. Now, howl out to the star-lite sky if you will serve your Lord, Fenris Fenrir, and embraced the destiny that the Great Wolf has placed before your feet!"DERP!
Willow was tempted to leave. Not because she was ignored, or anything so shallow as that. It was ... she felt out of place. Even with Orca. She pursed her lips, biting her tongue and thinking. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see Fenrir.
It was she just didn't expect to see him very often anymore. It was hard to get attached to someone who left at random like that. The young lycanthrope glanced at Mildread - hell she felt more out place than Mildread looked.
She was just being silly, she knew that, but still. One of Romulus's children. Hadn't this kid been a student? When had it happened? And how? Willow wondered what she was doing in the woods in the first place.
Perplexed and feeling a bit .. iffy, to say the least, blinked and stared at the ground. She knew she probably looked, at the least, hostile. Not to Mildread, but to Fenrir.
And then, without waiting for Willow say much, Fenrir spoke to Orca. The she-wolf blinked, startled. This sounded like .. big news. She kept quiet, settling against the tree and watching. Her alpha seemed more philosophical than ever, deep... Willow felt dread twist in her stomach, and she took a couple of steps back, seating on the forest floor.
Did this mean he was leaving? For good? Willow made a small noise in her throat, worried even. Maybe she was more attached to the big lug than she thought.
what was with his voice
Orca? The champion of the woods? The guy who ran around riding in moose antlers and breaking into candy shops with her?
The guy who jumped into the lake in the middle of December in his boxers?
Willow stared.
Well. It would be interesting to say the least. Willow shut her eyes, trying to think over what all he had said.
All in all, although Willow didn't have very much against the vampires, she wasn't sure how she felt one - one that was a stranger to her no less - being around during this big of a shift in power.
Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Oct 27, 2010 0:58:43 GMT -5
Mildread smiled, even at the use of 'Milly'. Really, she should have been grateful. It was a cute name, and she had trouble feeling cute as she was. Coming from the lord of the Forest, that was probably saying something, right?
She wondered what kind of gift her Daddy had bestowed the Lord with.
She hoped it wasn't his first kiss. She let a little smile out at that, a fang showing as she listened to the giant wolf. It was probably an honor, wasn't it, to be welcome in these woods? She should be happy for herself, for her prince. There was just something a tiny bit off, something she couldn't put her finger on. She'd worry about it later, though.
A blink, and the wolf was now a man, still with the same intimidating aura.... and he had an announcement. For 'Beta'. She wasn't sure which of them that was, but considering she knew Orca, she figured that Willow was. Orca would have told her, right?
Oh.
It was for Orca, after all.
Wait..
Mildread listened intently to the ranting and raving. She wasn't sure if this Fenrir was a lunatic, but the way he spoke, nay the way he moved, breathed, and talked pointed otherwise. Then why this decision? Why out of all of the wolves, no, capable humans had Fenrir decided on Orca?
Not that it was a bad thing, not that she didn't think Orca deserved it. No, he deserved it, true enough. He was always around, always taking care of things, like his friends and himself. It was a good decision, one that Mildread could respect. Besides, she loved Orca, or at least something that could feasibly disguise itself as it.
It was just... How would this affect things at home? And how exactly close did Fenrir feel she was? Making an announcement with her around? Of course she would tell Romulus. Unless that was what Fenrir wanted her to do... But that just confused her further. There was no advantage in tricking Romulus about who was who in the power pyramid. It was just.. odd.
She shifted, little legs moving over so she could slide down the tree at her leisure. It wasn't that big of a fall, after all. What was she supposed to do? Was it appropriate for her to congratulate Orca?
Nevertheless, she scooted herself forward, grabbing his shoulder ever-so-lightly with her porcelain fingertips. She didn't say a word, but she tried to make it a reassuring, supportive action.
The guy who jumped into the lake in the middle of December in his boxers?
lolwut when did that happen]
Despite himself, he was moved. Butter yellow eyes widened, and then shone. All that sounded amazing, sounded epic.
Fenrir obviously had the wrong wolf.
He thought of pointing out he wasn't the only white wolf around, thought of asking, "are you sure it was a white wolf and not perhaps a slightly creamy off-white wolf?" But that would ruin all the dramatic tension Fenrir had tried so hard to work up.
He was just a wolf, was the thing. He couldn't do magic, couldn't shoot fireballs out of his eyes or whatever like Roan, couldn't (usually) turn into a gigantic wolf like Fenrir. At the most, he was stronger and faster than a human. A lot stronger and faster, yes, but still no match for any who could do beyond the basic spells. They could freeze him in place before he'd even gotten a chance to lunge their way, or do something that sealed his muzzle shut, or hang him upside down god damn he hated that spell. He was useless, man. He spent his days building snow forts and taming stray cats.
Fenrir had to have the wrong wolf.
Champion of the Woods sounded nice, but it couldn't last. He had no defense against these supposed 'pillars of fire'. What, was he supposed to just bark at them until they went away?
This was the worst idea ever.
But he couldn't exactly say that. Not in front of Willow and Mildread. Almost as though he could sense their thoughts of basically 'what the fuck, Fenrir', his cheeks slowly turned red. Worst day ever. Maybe this was a joke?
He jumped when he felt Mildread's cold hand touch his shoulder, and he glanced back to give her an awkward smile. Fuck, he didn't wanna look weak in front of her. She'd prolly go back and tell Romulus, and then the vampire prince would think he was weak and good for nothing, and he'd abandon him and everything would be ruined for forever.
Kay, fuck this.
"I- Yes. I'll do it."
Shit.
Was he really supposed to howl, too?
Goddammit.
He shifted in that way that had become too easy over the years, less than a blink of the eye and a white wolf nearly the size of Mildread stood there, its lupine face betraying none of his inner anxieties. He was thankful for that.
Oh my hell, Willow was never going to let him down for this.
But you know what, fuck her. He'd get stronger, just watch.
The wolf tipped its head back and howled, a long note that ended more confident than it had began.
"Now," said Fenrir with a grin that betrayed his animalistic nature, "I shall train you to become stronger, faster and smarter: with these three tools shall you be able to discover the root of this dream, but stand up to any wizard." The raven-haired man unbuttoned his jacket just enough so that when he pulled on the sides a pattern of zig-zagging scars were shown on his chest. "Wizards think that with magic that they are superior, stronger than us. They are wrong, for how many times and how many spells have been cast at me? We are just as powerful Orca, and the only reason they will ever defeat you is if they can outsmart you."
Kneeling down in front of the white wolf, Fenris continued to beam proudly and he ruffled Orca's fur around his neck with his left hand. "If you think faster than they can, act faster than they can and hit harder than they imagine: you will become unstoppable. My training is not easy though, so I shall give you some time to think about this. When you are ready, seek me out by the lone mountain in the center of the Woods: I shall await you there."
Standing up with a barbaric shout, Fenrir roared as man became wolf once more, and the silvery-grey wolf stared down at those about him. 'Mildred, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintence and I wish you a safe journey before the Sun rises. Willow, my daughter, it is good to see you once again. It warms my heart to see that you are safe,' came Fenrir's thoughts to those in the clearing. 'Farewell, and I shall look to your coming Orca: have a pleasant night'
Fenrir turned around and bounded off into the depths of the Woods, underbrush cracking beneath him. Now he had purpose once more and he'd be damned if he didn't unlock the potential in Orca: for the Great Wolf demanded it and Fenrir always did as his ancestor bid him.
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