Arise [Silver]

[Nimue]

As the sun rose over the peak of the horizon, Nimue stood at the very edge of the Eye of Fenris, watching as the glowing orange orb traced a slow path across the sky. The clouds were a lovely hue of orange and pink, beginning to fade steadily towards a pale gray-blue, and for some time she stood there simply staring. The wind was gentle and the snow light, tiny flakes falling upon her shoulders, flecking the black markings there with ivory. It was a peaceful moment, stretching out before her like something tangible, the shadows moving and flickering within the massive hole that dipped sharply at her paws.

For some time now, Nimue had been gathering and sorting her thoughts concerning the ranks within Ananke. There were many loyal, trustworthy wolves who had been with her from the very start – and there were also many higher ranking positions that needed to be filled as their numbers continued to swell. As she’d began to consider who would take the position of Lead Huntress, one particular name had sprang to the front of her mind, and the moment she’d thought it, Nimue knew it was the right decision to make. She could practically feel it in her bones.

Her head dipped back, muzzle parting as a howl slipped from between her teeth. It was Silver she called for, her song echoing through Aveline until at last she dropped her head, letting the chords die off. From the very moment she’d met Silver, Nimue had found that she enjoyed the company of the she-wolf. As time had gone on she’d come to trust the huntress more, and as of late Silver had been a godsend, helping welcome new members and even bringing Skye to join their ranks. And she was a skilled huntress, of course, bringing in kill after kill to feed the various mouths of her pack mates. Yes, Nimue was absolutely certain of her decision. Now all that there was to do was wait and offer.

TAG: Silver
WORDS: 336
NOTES: ^.^

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Razor-sharp teeth were bearing themselves at the gerenuk. Memories of the Gatherer Muse telling her of this strange, long-necked antelope rushed in as the verdant foliage masked Silver's body, covering all five senses that the prey might have used to detect its predator. Thanks for that, Muse. Two hind legs propelled a large body forwards, blue-rimmed orbs luminous in the pale dawn light. Parted jaws snapped shut around an elongated jugular, the mammal going limp in a silver-grey maw.

Just as Silver was about to lug her catch over to share with the rest of Ananke, a summoning howl rang through the chilly morning air. The sizeable huntress recognised it as her Chieftan's call, the echoing song coming from the Eye of Fenris. Why was Nimue calling? Was something wrong? It was her duty as a member of the pack to assist other pack members when there was trouble so she dropped the meal, quickly burying it so that it would not become food for the scavengers, and bounded towards the source of the sound.

As the pale grey paws thudded against the ground, Silver's tongue quickly removed the metallic tang of blood from her canines, multihued eyes searching for her larger leader. Perhaps there was no trouble and it was merely a pack meeting. She knew that there had been one in Valyn. A mildly bitter yet not disgusted look washed over the reminiscing femme's countenance at the memory of her prejudiced natal pack. The older generation, they're all idiots, they are. I'm no longer part of them. I have disowned my mother and never even had a father... I am no longer associated with those morons. She took a deep breath and then continued onwards, the scent of her leader growing stronger and stronger until a colourful pelt came into view. The bitterness disappeared from Silver's face just like that, returning itself to its ordinary, indifferent look.

Although Silver was rather large, Nimue was even larger, quite noticeably taller than Silver. This she glossed over as the Ananke Hunter closed the distance between the two wolves, curiously looking up at the blue-eyed mixed breed before remembering her manners. Ducking her head briefly in respect, Silver greeted, her snake faithfully by her side, "Hello, Chieftan. You called?"

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notes: =D
tagged: Nimue
word count: 408
muse: Good

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[Nimue]

It did not take long for her call to be answered; Nimue figured that it would not. Silver had proven to be a wonderful addition to Ananke, dutiful and efficient with her skills, as well as helpful in terms of new members. As the sound of heavy paws approached, Nimue kept her eyes on the horizon, recognizing the scent of Silver as the light hued female drew nearer. At last Nimue turned as Silver came to a halt, an immediate smile springing to her muzzle as the huntress dipped her head in respectful greeting, her question slipping from her maw to reach Nimue’s ears.

”Hello, Silver. And yes. I hope I have not disturbed you.” It was early, she knew, but Nimue thought that the news she was offering might be enough to make the huntress disregard the fact. Her gaze returned to the distance as she was silent for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts, her tail swaying gently at her haunches. ”I have been thinking lately that with Ananke doing so well, we need wolves in leadership positions to continue to ensure that things run smoothly,” she said, summing up the thoughts she’d been mulling over for days now. ”You have been with me from the very beginning, for the founding of the pack, and even now you stand beside me. You’ve proven to be a wonderful huntress, and you are a vital part of Ananke.” There was no petty flattery in her words; there was only a stark truth, a frankness, for Nimue needed Silver to know that she truly meant the things she said.

She turned back to face the silver-hued femme, her head tilting to one side just slightly. ”We’ve had several new hunters join our ranks lately…and so I thought that a good place to start would be with a Lead Huntress. If you would like the position, then I offer it to you. I can think of no one better for the role.”

TAG: Silver
WORDS: 330
NOTES: ^.^

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]What could Nimue want? Ananke was growing rapidly and that was more mouths to feed. In order to fulfil her job as a Hunter, she would have to return to her hunting soon. After all, the prey was not going to walk right into their open maws—well, perhaps the mentally disabled ones, but the sane, common prey animals were not going to do such a thing. Whatever this surprisingly small meeting was, Silver hoped that it could be over and done with soon. When the Chieftan spoke, Silver replied promptly, wanting to find out the purpose of the rather early morning gathering consisting of, for whatever reason, simply Ananke's leader and Silver herself.

"You haven't disturbed me, Nimue," the smaller she-wolf replied, wondering what could be casual enough for Nimue to wish that she had not disturbed Nimue but urgent enough to require a call early in a frigid winter morning.

Silver-grey ears perked in mild curiosity when the multihued alphess mentioned leadership roles. It was unlikely for a pack leader to mention leadership roles to a wolf in a common position unless if they were offering a promotion, but what leadership roles were there? Surely Nimue did not want for Silver to be a High Counselor, the equivalent of a beta in Ananke? Besides, it was probably already taken by somebody. There were a lot of Ananke wolves that Silver was yet to meet. There was also the Legion Commander but that was for members of the Legion and Silver was not a warrior of any sorts. Indeed she could fight formidably if she wanted but it was not a particular talent of hers. Her talent was... Hunting... There was another leadership role that Silver had forgotton, finally coming to the realisation just as Nimue was saying the rank herself.

"Of course I will take the position, Chieftan," Silver replied, Duarte hissing ambiently beside her as if in approval of the promotion. Drawing herself up to her full height, the now-Lead Hunter stood still noticeably shorter than her leader but knowing that this moment would be significant in her life and that she shared this moment with, apart from Nimue, obviously, Duarte, and thankfully not Emerald or any Valyn wolf for that matter.

Yes, the small Arctic fae back in Kal'dyne had wanted for Silver to be a Fury, what the older of the two she-wolves was at the time, and for her to hunt, but that did not matter. Her goal in life was to be successful and to survive, not to rebel against Emerald, no matter how much she looked down upon the elderly idiot.

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notes: Yay =3
tagged: Nimue
word count: 458
muse: Surprisingly good

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