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Post by frey on Mar 30, 2012 6:29:16 GMT 10
Barely settling into his arrival, Frey was quickly attacked by a purple flash. Without even speaking or looking, right away he could tell it was Cealey. He wouldn't expect any less, in fact. Her scent was the most familiar to him and the one that continued to linger in his nostrils over the years, the only one worth remembering. Following up with a few brotherly nips of his own, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the affections of his twin sibling. As he then began to pull himself up off the ground and onto all fours once more, the smile he had receded and his lips flattened, returning to his initial appearance. In turn, Cealey then listed off the ones that were present by name. To each one he gave a welcoming nod, though he wondered why a foreigner was within their lands. Swiveling his head back to look at his sister as she asked him a question, Frey cleared his throat, "I am well, m'Lady", slight hesitation came to him as he referred her with formality as it still felt slightly odd to do so. However, he did so when others were present to show that she was the Alphess and had more authority than himself. "And how is the Alphess' well-being?", Frey had asked in return.
Feeling like he had interrupted a conversation or some sort of interaction, he looked around at the others. Then his eyes came to the one stuffing his face. Though once his name was spoken, his head lifted out of the kill and began to speak to him, though what sounded like gibberish as food was still in his mouth and bloody meat slivers flew out his mouth as he did so. Waiting until he had swallowed, Feral then properly introduced himself, at least with clear words. "Indeed...I see you haven't mastered the art of chewing and speaking at the same time?", Frey teased. He wanted to suggest that he would learn some manners, but that wasn't his place to do so. Ear quirking, Frey could hear short mumbles. Though once his attention was drawn, they stopped. Looking around, he didn't find the location they were originating from. Brushing it off, his attention continued to be away from Feral and onto the other two. So...it seems that he did come in at the heart of the conversation that the others were having. The one named Serala wanted to become their beta. Frey found it hard to take orders from others besides his sister at this point, though didn't want to take a leading position as he deemed himself unfit for one. One thing still resided in his mind however; his philosophy was that with those wanting a leading rank such as beta, should be challenged by those of equal or higher standing so that they are capable not only mentally and emotionally, but physically as well for the rank. He kept this to himself however and dwelled that perhaps he will bring it up with Cealey at a later time when they were alone.
After looking back and forth between Serala and his sister, he glanced at the one from Galaxy. He decided to ask, "I know you were probably already asked this, but what is a Galaxy doing way out here?", he needed to know and that bit of information was crucial to his duty. She could lie, but whenever she would leave, he would personally escort her out of their land, making sure nothing would happen. It wasn't a trust or personal issue, just his job. Meanwhile, he could feel another foreign presence, but decided to be discreet about his observance for now.
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Post by blossom on Apr 9, 2012 2:21:17 GMT 10
Celeste shook her head at Feral and sighed. It was just like him, giving into hunger and forgetting everything else. And also the talking-while-chewing bit was like him as well. Every pack needed a comic relief, and she was glad she had Feral.
She then raised a curious eye at Serala. "You wish to become our beta?" She repeated. She grew silent as she thought of how to react. She didn't want to just hand it over to her; the pack would see it as choosing favorites. Everyone else had to earn their rank somehow, including her.
"I am fine, Frey," she said with her mind partially elsewhere. She was too busy thinking on how to tackle the situation....A fight. Serale will have to fight. But who?
"Serale...I'm willing to accept you into our pack as a beta, but are you willing to fight for the rank? Of course I'm not going to to just hand it over to you, you know that. I hold your mother in high regards, but I must treat you like everyone else. If you're willing to accept the challenge to fight whomever I pick, and win, then you will be our new beta." She looked over at her two fellow pack mates for a nod of approval.
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