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Seeking peace from the changes in Iromar, I find myself wandering into the free lands. I'm not looking for company or anything, just seeking some time to think about all that has transpired in so little time. I have heard bad things, things about Andras hearing voices, hearing Lillith calling to him. I remember well our conversation where he said that she would call for him some day and he would come, he would join her as it's meant to be. I don't see Lillith calling to him from the dead, wanting him to join her. That should come in time, not when he's still in his prime. He may see himself as old and senile but I still see the strong alpha who practically helped raise me. He's the one who fueled my ambition as a child, gave me something to strive for, someone to look up to. I just hope time isn't leading to his downfall. I don't doubt his choice in leaders though. There could not be anyone better for Iromar than Aithne. She is active and cunning, filled with good advice and a level head on her shoulders. We've known each other for such a short time but in that time I've come to respect and trust her more than I ever thought I would trust anyone. Like Andras, she sees potential in me and she wishes to see it thrive. She wants me to move up and she's willing to give me chances to get there. She may not be of demon blood the way others may like but she's a demon in spirit. I'm not of their bloodline either but I'm starting to wonder if it is all about the blood. When I hear the soft rustling a few yards away, at first I don't think much of it. Just a wolf or two meeting up. Maybe they're lovers, maybe they're friends. Maybe they're strangers meeting for the first time. Nothing calls my attention, nothing until the growls and snarls start up. My ears prick as my head snaps around and I listen for a few seconds more, gauging whether my intervention is really necessary. Maybe it's two males with a testosterone hitch. Maybe they need to take out their anger on each other for a little bit. I won't be getting in the way of that. But what if it's not? Even though I live in Iromar and we're supposed to be murderers and killers, heartless thugs, I don't think of myself that way. I believe in justice and doing the right thing, whether it's hard or not. I have a way of looking at things and situations in a whole new way. Even Aithne has admired my perspective. I crouch and move toward the sounds, wanting to get a better look before I make any decisions. When I see the two figures, I blink a few times, taking in the size difference. It really is like David meeting Goliath. A large black wolf with emerald green eyes stares down a smaller female. Much smaller. Something about the male seems familiar...and then I get a good whiff of his cologne and my skin ripples. Tobias. The wolf who lunged at me while I was playing with my brothers when we were small. The wolf my father had to jump in and protect me from. Lillith came too that day to defend her pack. He didn't get me like he wanted and I managed to get away mostly unscathed but the memory holds firm in my mind. My eyes narrow and my throat tightens with a silent snarl of my own. But I don't want to give away my position. He doesn't look at the female like she's lunch but there's a hunger there none the less, a need to dominate and she's not budging, size difference or not. That's admirable. My tail flicks behind me and my ears flatten and the moment he lunges, so do I. I rush forward, throwing myself between them to take the impact he had meant for her. I grunt on impact, my shoulder throbbing as I stumble to the side toward her, almost shouldering her myself but I try to stop myself short so I don't throw her off balance. As I get my footing, I turn on him, widening my stance to make it battle ready, my lantern orange eyes glittering in hatred toward him as a fierce snarl rips from my lips now. My lips curl back, flashing my fangs as I snap at the air toward him, trying to force him back as my tail lashes behind me like a whip. "Tobias....we meet again." My shoulders roll with muscle, a few scars standing out on my legs and shoulders, some fresh from the fight with Aithne, the fight that won me my rank as head assassin in Iromar. I am no longer the weak pup he wanted to eat. I am now a warrior, a fighter earning my way in the pack I adore. But I will not stand by while innocents are dominated over and made into slaves for this beast's enjoyment. He is older but he is also not in his prime anymore. His muscles will start to grow tired, his breath will come a little slower. He fights to eat, out of necessity. I fight because I love it. I snap toward him again. I will not bow. "She does not belong to you. She belongs to herself. You are no leader. You are just a sick dog that need to be put down." I snarl the words at him, some part of me realizing that he may not understand, not fully. But I don't care. I've heard stories of Tobias and his unholiness since I was born. He is a monster who preys on the weak and eats children. He doesn't even really speak, just hisses and growls and says a single word every now and then. You can't even have a conversation with him, not really. I've heard of wolves who have tried to understand him, tried to defend him, and look where it got them. A daughter of Heyel, dead. A son of Devil May Cry, dead. No one knows if he did it or something else got them but the message is clear. He is not to be trusted or protected. He should be dead, unable to ever hurt anyone else ever again. Avery female.five years old.35', 150lbs.born to ChernobylxBeowulf.sibling to Adalmund&Aelfgar.bound to none.mated to none.betrothed to Leonidas.mother to none.tied to nowhere |