I Demand an Audience

[arCADE.]

Marching in fours, two black feet and two cream shaded feet tread lightly over freshly fallen snow. The dusted landscaped was freshly covered in a newly fallen whiteness; the blanket of snow placed delicately over the loam. It was not yet deep enough to crunch, and the soft powder could be used for a sort of sneaking device; so long as the wolf who used it as such was behind the one they wanted. The prints that were left had been an obvious trail; a way to trace everywhere the female had been and exactly where she was going. It was an unwanted paranoia that sometimes followed the tiger-striped wolf, though it did not appear all too often and would in fact be only in the back of her head. Somehow it was always pressed aside; placed as an unimportant factor.

Arriving near the borders of the Cerrac packlands, the feet underneath entirely stopped, neck craning to look at the large mountain. It was always the pack she wanted to join; hearing of the female that had held such respect from even the loners that were scattered about the globe. Bella was her name, and although she had yet to even meet the onyx femme, she respected and yet somehow slightly feared her. The stench of the leader and members reeked, completely drowning out any other smell around; except for that of the water; which had also been high in stink. She knew that there had been a secret entrance near here; somewhere that none had known of. This was not going to be sought out, however, as a wolf like herself preferred to be accepted into a place before seeking it.

Locomotive once more, she went directly for the rocks that had been located near the waterfall. They were slick; covered in water and the newly placed snow. Uncaring, she opened her black grey wings, flapped lightly, gliding onto the blue-grey stone. Gracefully she placed her feet upon the top of the gravel, brushing away some of the fluffy white that had been placed over the top. It fell to the ground below, landing in an ugly heap of the stuff; looking like an awkward bump. Docking the wings, body turned around entirely, keeping the back to the mountain. Placing the cream and rusty-reddened rump onto the cold inanimate object; the body sat elegantly; like a proud lioness. Taking a deep inhale, she consumed the air about her; breathing it out in a smokey like form.

Then a howl protruded from the ebony lips, parting them as it escaped the throat of the wolf. Lifting her muzzle into the air, she pushed it out into the sky, reaching up and over into the mountainous lands. Hopefully it would reach the ears of the leader, beckoning her to come introduce, interrogate, and accept Rint into the territory. There was not a lot of pride within the average-sized female, but she did feel confident she would get in; being an adept hunter was a very useful skill to those who needed to eat. Pack wolves always needed meat; a meal to conserve all of their lives. If let in, that would be the first thing that was asked about; as even a new member craved rankings. Pulling her mouth away from the sky, she turned forward, blank eyes staring into nothing as the mind within traveled possibilities.

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9115/bellatm1.png] Her black nose laid calmly on the snow filled ground, feeling the coolness of it leaking up into her body. Her purple eyes were concealed by her eye lids. The fea’s black head slightly tilted due to her sleeping oddly on her ebony paws. For once she was completely undisturbed; giving her just enough time to take a comforting nap. She stole off away from her den, and found herself in the snow patch, finding a comfortable place for her to lye down and sleep. For naps she liked being here a lot more than her den, a little closer to the entrance to the lands. Ears twitching, a ruckus brought her to life that had been brought from the direction of the waterfall. Bella lifted her head, her purple eyes staring with an intensity toward the entrance as a howl reached her eardrums. The black wolf’s body slowly moved to a standing position, her eyes still very much locked on the cave. She slightly wished she could see through the mountain. Raven colored paws moved toward the source of the disturbance. When she started entering the cave, right off out ofcorner of her eye she saw a wolf’s figure. Almost instantaneously she dropped to a crouch, pushing against the cave wall as she used her cameo to cover her. Stalking being her obviously most powerful ability, she could sit there for hours and not get caught by a wolf. She glimpsed over the wall just enough that she could see them, though not enough for the other to see her figure. After looking at this wolf just sit, Bella took in a deep breath and retracted her power. Bella’s alpha took its natural spot, consuming her body with a sign that any other needed to lower their head. Her members knew this stance all too well. Without any hesitation, she spoke. May I help you? Whenever she said this, it was a tone of annoyance; showing that she did not know who you were and that she would rather not have you in her presence. This was also another one of Bella’s most common gestures.

[arCADE.]

Time knew no restraints, and it passed by at an average pace. Boredom threatened to seep it’s way in, though the sounds and the looks of the forest kept the wolf’s mind entirely occupied. A leaf fluttered from one of the nearby trees, a late season flyer; dying much later than the average plant. Gleaming jewels watched it as it floated to the ground, dancing in swiveling motions as the wind knocked it wherever it wanted to. First to the left; a hard cut to the right; nearly straight back up again and then darting toward the ground like a fighter jet. Though it was ungraceful while it was in the air, as it began to near the ground, the jerking motions slowed and gave it a comforting landing. Softly it touched the snow dusted floor, lying on it like a pillow-top bed; placing itself down so sweetly and gently.

Ear flicked as the sound of something across the cold cavern stone drew her attention; like something that had swiftly skitted down the cave. Her head turned slowly, looking deeper into the icey-blue hole, bicolored eyes glinting as they searched for the disturbance maker. Not a thing in sight, but the well trained femme knew that there had been something lurking. The eyes did not move away from down the hall, knowing that there would be something popping up somewhere; albeit she didn’t know exactly where yet. Whoever had come to greet her was just as good at stalking as she had been, perhaps even better, as this was a new occurrence. A huntress always knew where a orinn would hide, she just had to figure out where this little one’s hole had been.

Then the ebony queen presented herself; the air of power emanating strongly and her steps were that of a strong male. The brutish fierceness that she had about her was powerful and dominating; pulling attention faster than you could think. In seconds she opened the wings that rest on her shoulders, fluttering down and landing on the same level as the taller woman. Shutting them, she dipped her head in respect. Returning it back to an admirable level, she looked up at the raven-pelted leader. Without locking their eyes, she let the other speak. The annoyed tone was picked up on, although she had doubted that it had been her that caused it. After all, she was looking to join, and therefor she was a good aspect for the pack. Perhaps something within had been picking at the leader?

Hello ma’am. Her words were soft, kind in tone and rather sleek and feminine. Regarding the question, she answered, I wish to join the ranks of the Cerrac wolves. Straight and to the point, just as it had always been taught to her. Though it was well-known that the lands inside were covered in snow year-round, and the winged wolf had very short fur, Rint was prepared. The desert was never her style, although here appeared to be a rather harsh and chill environment, the will within was stronger than any gave her credit for. With a little snort, her words did not end, I would best serve as a huntress here; as I have much experience in it. These wings do not hold me back, but in fact aid in the hunt. Perhaps she spoke too much? Perhaps.

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9115/bellatm1.png] Her ebony legs held her up straight, perching her atop her high four pedestals. Her face was emotionless, showing not a thing but the false look of displeasure. She had no real reason to be angry today, although she had yet to find one that would make her show a smile. The air of dominance flowed from her pores as easily as her cameo had done, showing her pride in the pack lands that she had lay claim over. She stood well over the other wolf, with the exception of the large feathered wings that fit keenly on her back. When the wolf dropped from the small boulder in front of the ebony wolf, she landed gracefully and bowed politely. Bella's eyes let a small devilish look shine through, satisfied with this action. A small and unnoticeable sly grin crept up her lips, relishing in the appraisal. This female played her cards correctly, and unlike most newcomers, it appeared that she would be skipping a lot of Bella's lecture. With a pleased look, she nodded in contentment. Every alpha loved to be treated with respect, and like most others, it filled with a sort of satisfaction that came with knowing she was better than most. Not that she really thought she was, but it was nice to be able to see others think that. Alright then, welcome to Cerrac. She spoke, her voice for once not holding the common annoyed tone that it often did. You shall start out as a predator until you have proven you have earned anything, otherwise. It was rare that she took one in and automatically ranked them, but with the way the wolven creature carried herself, she could tell it would not be a mistake. Perhaps other members of the pack would not appreciate the newbie outranking them, but thus far, none of them had proven that they were useful. Had they stepped forward anytime sooner, then they would not have been shown up. Too bad for them. This wolf was already on her good side. With a sinister grin placed lucidly on her muzzle, she once again spoke, As a predator, I expect much more from you than the others around here. You need to provide us with food, often, and keep the members filled. Her explanation may not have been necessary, although she figured she would do it. She continued to stare at the member, expecting some sort of gesture that accepted the amount of responsibility that she had just gained, and that more would be expected of her than of many others. Then something struck her mind, although she did not let it show to the other wolfess that she had forgotten. Now only one thing remains: your name.

[arCADE.]

The tall figure was deafening; the ebony queen sitting high up on her throne. Even the lightning was adding to the scene; lighting up the room that they were caught within. It appeared to cause the black one to glow, the hints of light from behind the wolf causing a soft blue edging about her, although there had been not a single hint of blue on her natural pelt. No, not a thing etched itself on that pure raven coat; all of it the same shade and furry enough to match a bears. The one opposing the leader had not been contrast entirely to the other; cream and rusty-red shades with entirely too short of a pelt. There was no envy; though this was a cold environment, the amount of warmth that would work up when the wolf hunted would keep her body comfortable. Had the pelt been any heavier, she would overheat and probably drop from exhaustion. She would be fine.

Words seeped out of the maw, speaking of acceptance into the lands that Rint had been destined to join. Cracking a grin for the first time, she tipped the front of her head, showing the understanding at the position that she was inheriting. Predator... The accomplishment ran all throughout, filling the veins of the happy wolfess. Though there had been no showing, as she was completely calm on the outside; composure holding. Perking the audits on the top of her crown, the words ran in and down to her brain; storing them away. Getting meat for the pack would be an easy task; it ran through the veins of the femme and it was not a hard job at all. In fact, the moment the black feet stepped into the territory, they were going to seek out a meal for her leader; the very first provisions that she would catch.

Ear flicked as the wolf realized that she had done something completely dumb. The very name; the one that most wolves would had for first and was the most important part to a wolf’s identity; and Rint had forgotten entirely about it. Shaking the smaller head back and forth, a nervous laugh nearly broke through those lips. They did not, though, as that would have been silly and weak. Regardless of her forgetting, it was not going to be taken back and shown as a fault. My name is Rint, Rint Fes. The words came out calmly, smoothly, as if the words were never forgotten in the first place. It was a silly thing to do, although this would not happen again; ever.

Placing a step forward, she made a move toward the lands. It was a well-known knowledge that the leader would show her in their first, but the step was hardly controllable. It was a small movement, though, and the entire body ceased after that. Once Bella made her move, then they would both depart, and perhaps catch up later at the dens when she gave the present away. Was this too showy of a move? Would the other wolves dislike her for the seemingly ass-kissing? Whatever, it would not be intentional and they would just have to deal. The alpha was all she really had to care about here, right? Not like the other wolves would really affect much of her life, regardless of the choices that they made about her.

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[atrb=background,http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9115/bellatm1.png] Her nod of agreement put Bella’s mind at an ease. Bella herself was a good hunter, but to provide for the entire pack was beginning to get stressful. She knew that most of the wolves here could have done it themselves, but now that they had a predator, it would be less stressful for everyone. The black alphess needed the less stress. Although the newcomer had tried to hide it, the ebony female could tell that she had almost forgotten completely about her name. She didn’t mind that, for she answered everything else that was on a need-to-know basis. For some reason, by the way this one acted, Bella trusted her more than normal. That was why she had started in a rank. Welcome to the pack, Rink. Her tone welcoming, although it was forced. This voice was used for newcomers, but due to how she normally spoke, it was obvious that it was not natural. She saw the wolf twitch forward a bit, wishing to walk ahead but her body had entirely stopped. A chuckle sounded in her throat, but her maw remained closed. For a second she was unsure if Rink had heard the laugh at her movement. Turning her body so that she would be side-to-side wit the newcomer, she raised her ears and pointed her muzzle in the direction of the pack lands. Before turning to leave, she spoke once more, The dens are at the far side of the lands; you may go pick one. I’ll be taking a nap just outside of this entrance if you happen to need me. The wolf’s body turned completely, though she stayed put for a moment. She always did this, just to give time for her new members to catch up to her side, just in case they needed to say something or wanted a little bit of good-time with the alphess.