Post by Deilakrion on Aug 25, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
Caeryph had fallen asleep at some point; between the psychotic puppets nagging him, the odd and mysterious Monster showing up, and trying to wake the fallen Alpha up, he was asleep-- wait, he was asleep. Gasping, the man snapped his eyes open, sitting up, looking around. It was dark still, no sun light would ever shine down into the cellar, and the candles did eventually burn down to nothing. He strained his eyes, trying to make heads and tails of the place, his memory slowly coming back to him. The cage- clamming fingers wrapped around the bars, the cool metal soothing in a way, he remembered the cage, and why he was in it now. She had attacked him, he needed to stay alive. But soon he began to look around for other key items to his..dream..nightmare? He wasn't quite sure what it was now. It had to be a dream, he couldn't see the small wooden stage anymore, Monster was visibly gone (or perhaps lurking in the shadows), and Creature..where was she? He pressed himself against the bars, again trying to see if he could spot her in the dark.
The cage's door swung open along with a wispy note that wavered in the air. "You owe the puppets money," signed in a flourishing script by Monster. Too, a platter of meat had been left upon the floor next to Deilakrion. She had transformed back to her wolf self, and she was snapping up the meat with a voracious appetite. Her teeth flashed white in the darkness, and her eyes glowed that odd yellow-grey as she looked up to see Caeryph. -Come- her body said, as she took her fill of the meat. Her aura was still ragged though the major gaps had been sealed from the inside. Her mind was once more open, and Caeryph would feel the delicate pulsing that signified the Alpha's comforting presence. She still seemed jittery, and slightly jumpy, but she was no longer the wreck she had been before her rest. Yet beneath the outwardly calm exterior, a dark sense of rage was coiled tightly. She shook, and her fur was still marred with wicked bodily excretions, but it was no longer apart of her as it had been. She seemed relatively at peace, even if her edges were still blasphemed in the worst of ways.
Caeryph too, had became the slightest bit 'jumpy', but with the recent events and all, who could really blame him? Monster's voice was recognized, for there was none that could match it, and for now, he would ignore his note and later wonder what this 'money' was that he owed. For now, the man (who still didn't know why he remained one, instead of the comfortably wolf he'd always been) slowly slinked out of the cage. He did indeed feel that calm somewhat relaxing aura that emitted from her, but still held at the back of his mind those violent howls of rage of hers from last night. It made him a bit wary. He was on his hands, knee's and toes now, creeping forward so he could at least sit near her and simply rest in silence. He looked away as she ate, not able to fight off the guilty hunger that he had put off for so long. "Why.." He broke off for a moment, "are you like this?" He knew she would know what he was referring too, not the wolf- but the madness and corruption inside her. He really, in all honesty, didn't expect and answer, but simply found it calming to speak his mind now.
Deilakrion stilled, those great golden-grey eyes slipping to him like the calm coolness of a stream at noon, and she lifted her head from the platter, muzzle blooded. -I was hunted.- And briefly, for a second, the man would feel flickers and fractions of what she had felt, what she had experienced in the bowels of Wile's grasp. -I was claimed as prey.- And again he would feel the fringes of the sick desperation, the ripping of confidence and arrogance and the descent into pitiful trauma. Her eyes gleamed, and rage grew behind them. -My pack, our pack leader from the Cabal - And her shifting and subtle body movements that formed the wolves' lingo grew complicated as she combined many movements to form the complicated words and concepts of the fleshy world, -took the burden from me. May she have better luck than I, for I was not strong enough to hold it.- There was no shame in that statement, nor duplicity; she had not been built to hold such a terrible burden. She could acknowledge that about herself -- a wolf's everlasting practicality, the selflessness of a member of the pack to put each member in the right place, with the right talents and abilities. That had not been her place, and in that she had found comfort. -But still, black predator, pack-mate, this is not done. If you stay with us, you will have to face more things that no simple wolf would have to face. Do you stay with me? Do you stay with us?- And at the end of all of that horrible barrage would be the acceptance and courage she offered as alpha and pack-mate; a wolf's boon and bane. She watched him calmly, licking her muzzle to collect all of that life-sustaining substance within the meat.
Caeryph had shifted about on the floor, he didn't like what he felt in her words. The bits of pain and dispair she had suffered, the wry sense of agony she went through- it made him uneasy. A lot of things did now it seemed. One of which was the lacking capability to do anything about it, for all he was was just an animal, nothing else. He kept topaz gleaming hues on the ground, one knee half held in his arm to his chest while the other lay flat against the cool, dirty stone floor. "I'm..still here, arnt I?" At this point he finally did look up, his gaze meeting hers once more in that taunting, daft act of stubborn defiance he had about himself. He would actually half grin too, no doubt he knew what lay ahead..even if what was going on now still coudn't be explained. This was perhaps the most human he'd ever acted in his life, he was lingering around them too much.
Deilakrion would give Caeryph a wolfy smile, and her muzzle would dip to the platter. -Take. Eat.- And then, as her scarred form made to the stairs, -Follow. It is time we went home, out of this fleshy den.- And she would be moving up those stairs, echoes of past hurts and anguish a faint stain upon the purity of her aura.
The Vailkrin Forest
The dark forest around those gathered does not hide the eight foot black furred werewolf that stands beside a large tree. Claws are retracted, a non-hostile demeanor is carried, Ertem glances at both Deilakrion and Caeryph, slowly nodding to them.
Caeryph ripped and tore at the raw meat, having quite a difficult time without those wolfish teeth of his. He ripped chunk by chunk off and tore it down into small bits to swallow, all while following closely at the Alpha's heels. He wished so much to be beside her right now, on all fours in his warm coat of fur..soon, the wolf would out of this wretched form. He kept his wits about him, and his senses alert, for on a few occasions, he had the luck to stumble upon the Giant spiders, and gryffon-like beasts that lurked in this forst. He growled, reluctant to let his meal go as he eyed the 8-foot creature in front of him. He wasn't sure if this had been a planned visit, or a random encounter, but was ready to attack if needed. He glanced down to Deilakrion, wondering what her reaction would be.
Deilakrion had entered the forest with a rather appreciative air. Her long sojourns within the Hanging Corpse Tavern and the spates of illusions that had been hampering her recently had made her forget how much she appreciated the forest air. -Her- territory, and her pack's, and that allowed her to maintain the air of certainty and calm she had adopted back in the Corpse's cellar. Truth be told, she still wasn't quite herself (whatever the heck 'herself' was), but she had to maintain a facade for the sake of Caeryph. As she traversed the path in wolf form, her black fur blending well into the darkness of the forest, she slowed and stopped at an unknown presence. A 'wolf, certainly, but one whose scent she was unfamiliar with. She stopped, and regarded the other silently even as Caeryph waited with her. Finally she shifted her weight, body moving in the subtleties of animal discourse as she attempted communication with the other stranger 'wolf. -Good hunting. What do you do here?-
Ertem regards the female's words as the breeze winds its way past the three. Ertem's current standing position is switched in favor of crawling upon all fours, approaching Deilakrion with a bowed head, "I hide from the world. It was only two days ago that I ripped the one called Linken to near shreds. For now it is best to remain concealed until things die down, for though a werewolf is immortal, we are not gods, and hunters have been known to amass when a werewolf attacks yes?"
As if he was already uneasy as it was, knowing this beast was a danger to others made the matter only worse. He could really care less who this Linken was, or what he had done, but obviously something that called for him to hide from human hunters. It was the principal of the matter- he killed someone, and they too were possibly at risk. Those golden topaz eyes that were only moments calm and passive thanks to the Alpha, were now narrowed and blank. He stared at the werewolf, his fingers digging into the raw meat in his hands, and jaw bitting like a vise. Still, he wouldn't react out physically just yet, but wouldn't waste a second to if needed; there was no doubt she would be picking up on the stress that plagued right now.
Deilakrion tilted her head towards Caeryph in response to the others' concern, and her ears pricked forward, one swiveling towards Caeryph as if in rebuke. -Easy- she seemed to say, though the majority of her attention remained on Ertem. -Have you no control?- Her head lowered slightly, though she showed no teeth, tail lifting in a dominant and bold statement as she warily drew closer to the other 'wolf, sniffing at him and deciphering the complex scents to see if they divulged further information on the stranger.
Ertem nods softly, answering Deilakrion's question without hesitation, "I do, I was defending my honor from this Linken, and the honor of a friend."
Caeryph gritted his teeth, tearing apart the poor meat in his teeth without noticing it. He would 'back down' and take a few rough steps off to the side where he crouched and finished off the meal in peace..somewhat. He continued to cast a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the other male with distase. It was normal for him, to act as such around strangers; especially ones that posed a threat to him. And were bigger then him. And could hurt him quite easily. He sighs, just one normal day! That's all he wanted.
Deilakrion seemed to relax some, though her ears still remained pricked and her tail high. A low growl rumbled briefly in her throat as she next posed the question. -Have you no pack? This is the pack's territory.- Body language had no word for 'Vailkrin', but Deilakrion managed to portray that there was a pack for -this- particular place and the surrounding area, which would make any interlopers from another pack a serious offense.
Ertem shakes an ebony furred head, revealing his state of lone travel, "I walk alone for now, I have walked alone for the past millenia, ever since I was first bitten, and turned. I was once known as the 'black terror of the full moon' to a small village that I once lived near, but that was long ago, before I gained the restraint I have now. It is seldom that I attack a mortal without reason, my meals consisting now of elk mostly."
Caeryph finished up the last of the meat, his hunger sated for now. He then took up a very wolfish pose as he sat on the dirty, dead leave forest floor, leaning up near the tree while he simply watched the two from afar. He kept that same, narrowed blank haze in his eyes, patiently waiting for this 'encounter' to end so that the two could be on their way.
Deilakrion shrugged at that, and eyed Ertem a little more closely, but then she was walking past him and away without a second thought. Perhaps the stranger would follow, perhaps not. She had much to speak of with Caeryph, and she wished to do so at their den.
Caeryph could not help but to glare as he grazed past the wearwolf, it was obvious he wasn't fond of his company. He quickly followed after her, through the tree's and about the place he'd come to call home; as creepy, morbid and vile as this place was..it made him feel comfortable, safe..at home. They soon came upon the Den, where a vast majority of his time (when he wasn't trying to hunt down Deila) was spent. He followed her in, and waited for further instruction from there.
Pack's Den
Deilakrion hadn't spent nearly enough time within the Den. It was a shame, and she took it in with a sigh of relief, as though she hadn't expected it to remain standing. She took the time, then, to shift back to her two-legged form, though it took much longer than it would have a week ago. Once she was changed, she looked at Caeryph and down at herself. "I need to wash." She said matter-of-factly, though she seemed not ashamed. She shrugged then -- it would wait for another time. "You are a staunch one, black predator. You have stuck with me despite all that has happened. You are brave. You faced the ill effects of the trick and held firm, even if you wavered a little." Here a wry smile, even as she herself paled at her own mention of Wile. It was obvious she'd be having nightmares of that time for a long, long while yet. "If you feel capable, I would have you as my third. Isen is my second, but he is. . ." and here she'd frown thoughtfully, though some hint of frustration was shown in eddies at her brow, "busy. I need a strong right hand, black predator. I need one who will not only keep both packs in communication together, but one who I can trust to report to me. To keep me updated while I do things that must be done. It will not be easy, and it will be. . ." a pause, and she flinched as though in memory, "dangerous. Trying. Would you accept that?"
Caeryph looked down at himself, covered with sweat, dirt and whatever else had clung to his body in his 'adventures'. He too dearly need to wash, but wouldn't care too, maybe a quick splash around in a lake or pond when he was in his natural form again. Before she even had a chance to even being speaking to him, the man was already in -his- corner of the room sitting. There was hardly anyone ever here, and in time, he had grown fond of this spot, and this spot only (even though he damn near had the whole place to himself most of the time). He kept his knee's to his chest and arms at his side, listing intently to her words, her purposal and simply grinned. "I've done everything you've asked so far, haven't I? Why would I refuse this next order now?"
Deilakrion tossed her hair back, and leveled a serious gaze at Caeryph. "This isn't an order. This is a request from this creature."
Caeryph tilted his head, still staring at her across the room. He saw she was serious, and that this wasn't a joking matter..but then again, when had there even been a joke between the two? "Then..yes. If it's for the pack..and for you- I will." His gaze had slowly hazed over with the same serious expression she wore.
There was a strong sense of satisfaction, and gratitude then as Deilakrion's lips tugged upwards into a tired smile. "It is done, then." She had always been a serious one, the creature, and with recent events her slow humor would be loathe to surface. But, with her pack and those around her, perhaps it wouldn't be too long before she really learned to relax and what's more, smile unabashedly. "You too, will still be our messenger. You will keep the pack connected with the Book. . .which. . ." she'd be confused then, as vague bits of memories connected within the slimy residue of the time with Wile inside of her, "the fierce hunter has. This creature will collect it." She was softening rapidly, as the old magic of home worked its way through her. Then, strangely, she turned that softness onto Caeryph, and it was with an Alpha's authority that she told him the following: "Welcome home, black predator."
Caeryph , for the first time in ages it seemed, sat easy now. For once, he wasn't weary to be in her presence, for fear of what she suffered reflected upon him or his well being. He was curious though- book? Why would he need one to keep two things connected..or in touch with eachother? Could he not do it himself, or was there more to this book? With all the recent happenings, he wouldn't doubt it. Oh well, whatever it was, he'd deal with it later, for now, he was at peace, comfortable in his home and in the presence of his leader. "You too."
Deilakrion seemed surprised initially at Caeryph's response, and then she burst out in sharp laughter. "Yes. This creature too." She'd say after her short outburst, and she'd retract back to silence as a darker emotion passed on the other side of her eyes. She looked around the Den, then, and shook herself as if to lift her thoughts from whatever trails they had followed. "Soon, soon we will come together as pack. For now, be at ease dark predator. The worst is over."
Caeryph could not help but to smile weakly at her laughter. It was rare that he ever saw the woman in such a calm, good mood, or even himself for that matter. He leaned against the wall, no longer hugging his knee's to his chest, but letting his legs rest flat before him, as he grabbed for one of the copper goblets he'd found in the mass piles of junk here. He spun it about, tracing it's grooves and edges with his finger, even using it as a mirror on occasion while time passed on. He had a lot on his mind, much questions that he wanted to ask, but in good time. Most of which involved Wile and the happenings in the Corpse, questions that would sour the calm atmospher in the Den, an atmosphere he did not want to disturb right now. Or ever for that matter. He just simply glanced up at her, thinking his silent thoughts, then back to his goblet.
Deilakrion moved restlessly, and soon she was standing and moving to the door. "I will be back. . .later. Black predator. There is something that must be done." Someone that needs to be killed, she didn't say. She kept that from her face, for it was -her- matter and not the pack's, even as it affected the pack it was her own personal demon and she did not want to put that burden onto the pack. She slipped out the door, and was gone.
The cage's door swung open along with a wispy note that wavered in the air. "You owe the puppets money," signed in a flourishing script by Monster. Too, a platter of meat had been left upon the floor next to Deilakrion. She had transformed back to her wolf self, and she was snapping up the meat with a voracious appetite. Her teeth flashed white in the darkness, and her eyes glowed that odd yellow-grey as she looked up to see Caeryph. -Come- her body said, as she took her fill of the meat. Her aura was still ragged though the major gaps had been sealed from the inside. Her mind was once more open, and Caeryph would feel the delicate pulsing that signified the Alpha's comforting presence. She still seemed jittery, and slightly jumpy, but she was no longer the wreck she had been before her rest. Yet beneath the outwardly calm exterior, a dark sense of rage was coiled tightly. She shook, and her fur was still marred with wicked bodily excretions, but it was no longer apart of her as it had been. She seemed relatively at peace, even if her edges were still blasphemed in the worst of ways.
Caeryph too, had became the slightest bit 'jumpy', but with the recent events and all, who could really blame him? Monster's voice was recognized, for there was none that could match it, and for now, he would ignore his note and later wonder what this 'money' was that he owed. For now, the man (who still didn't know why he remained one, instead of the comfortably wolf he'd always been) slowly slinked out of the cage. He did indeed feel that calm somewhat relaxing aura that emitted from her, but still held at the back of his mind those violent howls of rage of hers from last night. It made him a bit wary. He was on his hands, knee's and toes now, creeping forward so he could at least sit near her and simply rest in silence. He looked away as she ate, not able to fight off the guilty hunger that he had put off for so long. "Why.." He broke off for a moment, "are you like this?" He knew she would know what he was referring too, not the wolf- but the madness and corruption inside her. He really, in all honesty, didn't expect and answer, but simply found it calming to speak his mind now.
Deilakrion stilled, those great golden-grey eyes slipping to him like the calm coolness of a stream at noon, and she lifted her head from the platter, muzzle blooded. -I was hunted.- And briefly, for a second, the man would feel flickers and fractions of what she had felt, what she had experienced in the bowels of Wile's grasp. -I was claimed as prey.- And again he would feel the fringes of the sick desperation, the ripping of confidence and arrogance and the descent into pitiful trauma. Her eyes gleamed, and rage grew behind them. -My pack, our pack leader from the Cabal - And her shifting and subtle body movements that formed the wolves' lingo grew complicated as she combined many movements to form the complicated words and concepts of the fleshy world, -took the burden from me. May she have better luck than I, for I was not strong enough to hold it.- There was no shame in that statement, nor duplicity; she had not been built to hold such a terrible burden. She could acknowledge that about herself -- a wolf's everlasting practicality, the selflessness of a member of the pack to put each member in the right place, with the right talents and abilities. That had not been her place, and in that she had found comfort. -But still, black predator, pack-mate, this is not done. If you stay with us, you will have to face more things that no simple wolf would have to face. Do you stay with me? Do you stay with us?- And at the end of all of that horrible barrage would be the acceptance and courage she offered as alpha and pack-mate; a wolf's boon and bane. She watched him calmly, licking her muzzle to collect all of that life-sustaining substance within the meat.
Caeryph had shifted about on the floor, he didn't like what he felt in her words. The bits of pain and dispair she had suffered, the wry sense of agony she went through- it made him uneasy. A lot of things did now it seemed. One of which was the lacking capability to do anything about it, for all he was was just an animal, nothing else. He kept topaz gleaming hues on the ground, one knee half held in his arm to his chest while the other lay flat against the cool, dirty stone floor. "I'm..still here, arnt I?" At this point he finally did look up, his gaze meeting hers once more in that taunting, daft act of stubborn defiance he had about himself. He would actually half grin too, no doubt he knew what lay ahead..even if what was going on now still coudn't be explained. This was perhaps the most human he'd ever acted in his life, he was lingering around them too much.
Deilakrion would give Caeryph a wolfy smile, and her muzzle would dip to the platter. -Take. Eat.- And then, as her scarred form made to the stairs, -Follow. It is time we went home, out of this fleshy den.- And she would be moving up those stairs, echoes of past hurts and anguish a faint stain upon the purity of her aura.
The Vailkrin Forest
The dark forest around those gathered does not hide the eight foot black furred werewolf that stands beside a large tree. Claws are retracted, a non-hostile demeanor is carried, Ertem glances at both Deilakrion and Caeryph, slowly nodding to them.
Caeryph ripped and tore at the raw meat, having quite a difficult time without those wolfish teeth of his. He ripped chunk by chunk off and tore it down into small bits to swallow, all while following closely at the Alpha's heels. He wished so much to be beside her right now, on all fours in his warm coat of fur..soon, the wolf would out of this wretched form. He kept his wits about him, and his senses alert, for on a few occasions, he had the luck to stumble upon the Giant spiders, and gryffon-like beasts that lurked in this forst. He growled, reluctant to let his meal go as he eyed the 8-foot creature in front of him. He wasn't sure if this had been a planned visit, or a random encounter, but was ready to attack if needed. He glanced down to Deilakrion, wondering what her reaction would be.
Deilakrion had entered the forest with a rather appreciative air. Her long sojourns within the Hanging Corpse Tavern and the spates of illusions that had been hampering her recently had made her forget how much she appreciated the forest air. -Her- territory, and her pack's, and that allowed her to maintain the air of certainty and calm she had adopted back in the Corpse's cellar. Truth be told, she still wasn't quite herself (whatever the heck 'herself' was), but she had to maintain a facade for the sake of Caeryph. As she traversed the path in wolf form, her black fur blending well into the darkness of the forest, she slowed and stopped at an unknown presence. A 'wolf, certainly, but one whose scent she was unfamiliar with. She stopped, and regarded the other silently even as Caeryph waited with her. Finally she shifted her weight, body moving in the subtleties of animal discourse as she attempted communication with the other stranger 'wolf. -Good hunting. What do you do here?-
Ertem regards the female's words as the breeze winds its way past the three. Ertem's current standing position is switched in favor of crawling upon all fours, approaching Deilakrion with a bowed head, "I hide from the world. It was only two days ago that I ripped the one called Linken to near shreds. For now it is best to remain concealed until things die down, for though a werewolf is immortal, we are not gods, and hunters have been known to amass when a werewolf attacks yes?"
As if he was already uneasy as it was, knowing this beast was a danger to others made the matter only worse. He could really care less who this Linken was, or what he had done, but obviously something that called for him to hide from human hunters. It was the principal of the matter- he killed someone, and they too were possibly at risk. Those golden topaz eyes that were only moments calm and passive thanks to the Alpha, were now narrowed and blank. He stared at the werewolf, his fingers digging into the raw meat in his hands, and jaw bitting like a vise. Still, he wouldn't react out physically just yet, but wouldn't waste a second to if needed; there was no doubt she would be picking up on the stress that plagued right now.
Deilakrion tilted her head towards Caeryph in response to the others' concern, and her ears pricked forward, one swiveling towards Caeryph as if in rebuke. -Easy- she seemed to say, though the majority of her attention remained on Ertem. -Have you no control?- Her head lowered slightly, though she showed no teeth, tail lifting in a dominant and bold statement as she warily drew closer to the other 'wolf, sniffing at him and deciphering the complex scents to see if they divulged further information on the stranger.
Ertem nods softly, answering Deilakrion's question without hesitation, "I do, I was defending my honor from this Linken, and the honor of a friend."
Caeryph gritted his teeth, tearing apart the poor meat in his teeth without noticing it. He would 'back down' and take a few rough steps off to the side where he crouched and finished off the meal in peace..somewhat. He continued to cast a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the other male with distase. It was normal for him, to act as such around strangers; especially ones that posed a threat to him. And were bigger then him. And could hurt him quite easily. He sighs, just one normal day! That's all he wanted.
Deilakrion seemed to relax some, though her ears still remained pricked and her tail high. A low growl rumbled briefly in her throat as she next posed the question. -Have you no pack? This is the pack's territory.- Body language had no word for 'Vailkrin', but Deilakrion managed to portray that there was a pack for -this- particular place and the surrounding area, which would make any interlopers from another pack a serious offense.
Ertem shakes an ebony furred head, revealing his state of lone travel, "I walk alone for now, I have walked alone for the past millenia, ever since I was first bitten, and turned. I was once known as the 'black terror of the full moon' to a small village that I once lived near, but that was long ago, before I gained the restraint I have now. It is seldom that I attack a mortal without reason, my meals consisting now of elk mostly."
Caeryph finished up the last of the meat, his hunger sated for now. He then took up a very wolfish pose as he sat on the dirty, dead leave forest floor, leaning up near the tree while he simply watched the two from afar. He kept that same, narrowed blank haze in his eyes, patiently waiting for this 'encounter' to end so that the two could be on their way.
Deilakrion shrugged at that, and eyed Ertem a little more closely, but then she was walking past him and away without a second thought. Perhaps the stranger would follow, perhaps not. She had much to speak of with Caeryph, and she wished to do so at their den.
Caeryph could not help but to glare as he grazed past the wearwolf, it was obvious he wasn't fond of his company. He quickly followed after her, through the tree's and about the place he'd come to call home; as creepy, morbid and vile as this place was..it made him feel comfortable, safe..at home. They soon came upon the Den, where a vast majority of his time (when he wasn't trying to hunt down Deila) was spent. He followed her in, and waited for further instruction from there.
Pack's Den
Deilakrion hadn't spent nearly enough time within the Den. It was a shame, and she took it in with a sigh of relief, as though she hadn't expected it to remain standing. She took the time, then, to shift back to her two-legged form, though it took much longer than it would have a week ago. Once she was changed, she looked at Caeryph and down at herself. "I need to wash." She said matter-of-factly, though she seemed not ashamed. She shrugged then -- it would wait for another time. "You are a staunch one, black predator. You have stuck with me despite all that has happened. You are brave. You faced the ill effects of the trick and held firm, even if you wavered a little." Here a wry smile, even as she herself paled at her own mention of Wile. It was obvious she'd be having nightmares of that time for a long, long while yet. "If you feel capable, I would have you as my third. Isen is my second, but he is. . ." and here she'd frown thoughtfully, though some hint of frustration was shown in eddies at her brow, "busy. I need a strong right hand, black predator. I need one who will not only keep both packs in communication together, but one who I can trust to report to me. To keep me updated while I do things that must be done. It will not be easy, and it will be. . ." a pause, and she flinched as though in memory, "dangerous. Trying. Would you accept that?"
Caeryph looked down at himself, covered with sweat, dirt and whatever else had clung to his body in his 'adventures'. He too dearly need to wash, but wouldn't care too, maybe a quick splash around in a lake or pond when he was in his natural form again. Before she even had a chance to even being speaking to him, the man was already in -his- corner of the room sitting. There was hardly anyone ever here, and in time, he had grown fond of this spot, and this spot only (even though he damn near had the whole place to himself most of the time). He kept his knee's to his chest and arms at his side, listing intently to her words, her purposal and simply grinned. "I've done everything you've asked so far, haven't I? Why would I refuse this next order now?"
Deilakrion tossed her hair back, and leveled a serious gaze at Caeryph. "This isn't an order. This is a request from this creature."
Caeryph tilted his head, still staring at her across the room. He saw she was serious, and that this wasn't a joking matter..but then again, when had there even been a joke between the two? "Then..yes. If it's for the pack..and for you- I will." His gaze had slowly hazed over with the same serious expression she wore.
There was a strong sense of satisfaction, and gratitude then as Deilakrion's lips tugged upwards into a tired smile. "It is done, then." She had always been a serious one, the creature, and with recent events her slow humor would be loathe to surface. But, with her pack and those around her, perhaps it wouldn't be too long before she really learned to relax and what's more, smile unabashedly. "You too, will still be our messenger. You will keep the pack connected with the Book. . .which. . ." she'd be confused then, as vague bits of memories connected within the slimy residue of the time with Wile inside of her, "the fierce hunter has. This creature will collect it." She was softening rapidly, as the old magic of home worked its way through her. Then, strangely, she turned that softness onto Caeryph, and it was with an Alpha's authority that she told him the following: "Welcome home, black predator."
Caeryph , for the first time in ages it seemed, sat easy now. For once, he wasn't weary to be in her presence, for fear of what she suffered reflected upon him or his well being. He was curious though- book? Why would he need one to keep two things connected..or in touch with eachother? Could he not do it himself, or was there more to this book? With all the recent happenings, he wouldn't doubt it. Oh well, whatever it was, he'd deal with it later, for now, he was at peace, comfortable in his home and in the presence of his leader. "You too."
Deilakrion seemed surprised initially at Caeryph's response, and then she burst out in sharp laughter. "Yes. This creature too." She'd say after her short outburst, and she'd retract back to silence as a darker emotion passed on the other side of her eyes. She looked around the Den, then, and shook herself as if to lift her thoughts from whatever trails they had followed. "Soon, soon we will come together as pack. For now, be at ease dark predator. The worst is over."
Caeryph could not help but to smile weakly at her laughter. It was rare that he ever saw the woman in such a calm, good mood, or even himself for that matter. He leaned against the wall, no longer hugging his knee's to his chest, but letting his legs rest flat before him, as he grabbed for one of the copper goblets he'd found in the mass piles of junk here. He spun it about, tracing it's grooves and edges with his finger, even using it as a mirror on occasion while time passed on. He had a lot on his mind, much questions that he wanted to ask, but in good time. Most of which involved Wile and the happenings in the Corpse, questions that would sour the calm atmospher in the Den, an atmosphere he did not want to disturb right now. Or ever for that matter. He just simply glanced up at her, thinking his silent thoughts, then back to his goblet.
Deilakrion moved restlessly, and soon she was standing and moving to the door. "I will be back. . .later. Black predator. There is something that must be done." Someone that needs to be killed, she didn't say. She kept that from her face, for it was -her- matter and not the pack's, even as it affected the pack it was her own personal demon and she did not want to put that burden onto the pack. She slipped out the door, and was gone.