Always, I am interested in what this wolf may say next, white ears perked toward him as he speaks more of his family. Amusement flickers in my eyes for a moment and I am given to let a satisfied smirk momentarily cross my face. If he truly wishes to stay, who am I to tell him no? I need a wolf of his skill, hell, I need a soft wolf around anyway. I need to test the merit of my word, and the will of any wolf in my home to co-exist with one another. "If you choose to stay, you may. This land comes with a warning, however, and one I am obligated to tell you as a wolf seeking membership within my brotherhood." I speak evenly, stopping my paws in order to halt myself so he will understand the gravity of my words.
"The wolves of the plain are not the kind ones you may have heard of, Rhae has fallen, the old pack scattered to the winds. There are monsters here, true monsters. I myself am one of them, and if you truly wish to stay, I need you to be as open minded with the others as you were with me just a few moments ago. We are still to be a family, but I am telling you now, it is safer to be inside the fold rather than outside looking in." I search his face, allowing myself to sit calmly, waiting for the information to sink in, to see if he tries to run screaming or if he embraces what his dreams have led him to. There is a part of me, admittedly, that wishes he would run. There is more of me that wishes he will stay despite the various boogie men and women of Asteraia.
five year old white female with electric jade eyes; 35 inches tall and 150 pounds;
created widow, gehenna, shaddix, balor, & raum with Reaver;
possesses no wolf; devoured no soul;
Night Mother of Asteraia