Pick a Fight [Nimue/Joining]

[Hemlock]

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There comes a point in almost any wolf's life when they discover that life with a pack is far greater than life alone. However, each and every wolf is destined to discover this in their own way and for their own reasons. The reason that brought Hemlock to the edge of Tor's Marsh today was anything other than ordinary. She needed a purpose, an excuse to put her pleasures and lusts to work in a 'normal' way. She would have an excuse for killing, not that she thought she needed one. The enormous creature moved slowly, paws sinking heavily into the dirty waters of the marsh. Her immense size did a decent job at keeping large predators away, for she made it clear she was no prey animal and would not go down without a fight. Not to mention she was thrashing about in the water without a care in the world.

But she could see the waters up ahead shifting ever so slightly. These waters were no doubt the home of water moccasins, and as the rippling water turned in her direction, she stopped moving to watch it. There was no warning in her strike, for as the creature neared her, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into whatever flesh she could find. The creature was then thrown from the water onto a nearby bank, a hiss echoing around them as the wolf pursued her toy. The snake squirmed and wriggled to right itself in an attempt to find the water once more, but the female was on top of it within moments. But death was not the in the cards for the poor creature now. No, instead the wolf stepped carefully on the snake so that it's head was pinned to the ground as she grabbed the end of it's tail with her jaws.

Then she pulled, yanking the creature to it's full length and just a bit further before releasing it and chuckling softly in dark amusement as it curled back up almost instantly. This process repeated a couple of times before the sensitive flesh of the tail broke in her jaws and she lowered her head to devour the rest of the creature alive. She took her time, bite after bite as the creature slowly ceased struggling. Deciding she was no longer interested now that the animal's suffering was over, she left the half eaten carcass and turned in the direction of a strong scent nearby. Other wolves. But who would call a place such as this home? Well, who but her, anyways? She tilted her head slightly, licking her chops and sitting down slowly. A soft howl was all that she uttered then, a dainty and feminine sound compared to the enormous size of her body and slightly long fangs that poked out from beneath her top lip.

Words: 474
Tags: Nimue
Muse: medium
Notes: n/a

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[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The howl was faint and feminine, stretching daintily across the expanse of the Aveline, where it came to reach the Chieftain’s ears. Auds pricking atop her skull, Nimue paused in the middle of drinking, water dripping from her muzzle as she lifted her head. She was crouched over the water that trickled through the crater, having picked her way down the rocky incline moments before. Even as the howl tapered off she was moving, her body turning away from the water, legs working to carry her up the incline that she’d previously come down. After a few moments she was bounding, large paws finding leverage in nooks and crannies as the Kenai-mix pulled her weight up the side. When at last she reached flat land she paused only for a moment to suck in several deep breaths, and then she was off.

She moved across the land at a brisk trot, blue eyes scanning the horizon as the ground gradually softened beneath her, turning damp and spongy. The marsh, she knew, had a tendency to house dangerous snakes, and so she moved swiftly but carefully through the reaching grass, her eyes flickering from the ground to the horizon and back again. It was an area of her territory that she did not visit quite as frequently as the other due to the tendency to find crocodiles – but still, Nimue was familiar with the land, and it was obvious by the way she navigated around particularly deceptive pools deftly. When at last the shape of another wolf greeted her vision, she slowed just slightly, approaching the seated femme at a walk before coming to a halt before her. The stranger was large – larger, even, that Nimue, which was something she’d become unaccustomed to in her time away from Kairos – though several of her packmates were quite large as well. As Nimue’s gaze lifted to meet the silvery eyes of the other fae, she did not notice the tips of the she-wolf’s elongated teeth that poked out from beneath her lips. Though her curiosity was rising, for she had yet to encounter a wolf of this femme’s kind, she continued with her usual spiel.

”Welcome to the Aveline, stranger,” she said. ”My name is Nimue, Chieftain of Ananke.” The words were as familiar to her now as her own name, repeated several times over the course of many moons. A small smile accompanied them as she waited a heartbeat for the other she-wolf to have time for a proper introduction. Then she continued, her head dipping just slightly as she asked, ”What is it that has brought you here?”

TAG: Hemlock
WORDS: 437
NOTES: ~

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[Hemlock]

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It did not take long for her call to receive a response. However, unlike other packs she had encountered in the past, a howl was not offered right away. No, instead a figure appeared in the distance, a large wolf, yet slightly smaller than herself. No doubt it was one of the enormous species that the island of Anikira boasted, but different than her own. The pack scent grew stronger as the other wolf approached, and as a voice echoed in her direction, she discerned the other predator as female. ”Welcome to the Aveline, stranger, My name is Nimue, Chieftain of Ananke." Her head tilted ever so slightly, silver eyes focusing on the wolf before her. ”What is it that has brought you here?” She let herself smile slightly, sitting up a bit straighter and dipping her head slightly in a mild greeting. "I am Hemlock, and it is your pack that has brought me here, Chieftain." She said, shifting herself so that she was no longer sitting right on top of the snake she had been in the process of torturing only a short while ago.

"I do not suppose you have any available positions within your ranks? I am a skilled warrior, and an even better killer." She said, deciding she would rather be outright and honest than beat around the bush and waste her time. Perhaps the female would welcome the honesty, but Hemlock could not really say it was a habit of hers. In fact, she was rather skilled at the art of deception, but she saw no gain for herself here in that way. No, honesty and common sense would get her a place within Ananke, and at least some loyalty would get her the trust of the leader before her. She had no desire to lead a pack of her own at the moment, so there was no threat in her words, nor any hint that she wanted to take over. Plus, if she were to ever lead a group of wolves, they would be unlike any of the pathetic packs she had come across within Anikira. There were weaknesses everywhere, in less powerful breeds, in smaller statures, it truly was sad.

Her patience, however, had it's limits. She would wait for a response from the wolf before her, but should the answer be no, she saw no point in hanging around. If a pack did not want her within their ranks, they did not deserve her power and protection. She had a lot to offer them, and only an idiot would pass on the opportunity. Though she had not offered any immediate submission, she did let her ears remain relaxed and kept her hindquarters firmly on the ground. She had no intention of threatening the leader before her, and though the other female was smaller than her, she saw no reason why she should not respect her. There had been no rumors of failed leadership here, nor of abandonment of responsibility. Perhaps this pack was a solid one, but she would only stay if she was wanted. If they did not want her or trust her, she would find someone else that did and they would benefit from her presence instead.

Words: 538
Tags: Nimue
Muse: medium
Notes: n/a

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[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]As the large femme spoke, introducing herself as Hemlock, she shifted; it was a subtle movement, one that drew Nimue’s attention downwards towards the she-wolf’s paws, pausing at the sight of the snake. It was not unusual for a wolf to consume a snake, Nimue knew; there were many of them in Aveline, the non-venomous ones providing excellent meat for those who hunted them. But it was clear simply from looking at the creature’s corpse that there had been some sport in killing him, some odd fascination that she did not understand. But then again, it was not new to her – it reminded her, inevitably, of her half-brother Erebos.

"I do not suppose you have any available positions within your ranks? I am a skilled warrior, and an even better killer."

It was as if Hemlock had read her thoughts. Smiling wryly, she glanced up to meet the silvery gaze of the she-wolf once more. ”We have plenty of positions for warriors,” she began, before pausing, as if to consider her next words. It had been some time since Nimue had last seen Erebos, and Arya as well. In such a short time, four vital members of her pack had seemingly vanished. Morrigan and Mathias, whose scents indicated that they’d left together…and then Erebos and Arya, a Maester and his Gatherer, perhaps not together but possibly so. She had gained another Gatherer in one of Ananke’s latest recruits, Muse, and yet it seemed as if she had no Maester for Muse to serve. The Chieftain did not know if Erebos would return from wherever it was that he had gone…but she knew that until he did (or, perhaps, did not), she could not leave the position unfulfilled.

”The killing bit, however, is intriguing – as I’ve found that my pack is suddenly missing its Maester.” At this, she could not stop a faint flicker of irritation from flitting across her muzzle. Nimue had a feeling that her displeasure at disloyalty would not scare Hemlock away. ”It is a position both for healing and, when the circumstances call for it, execution. The previous one had a keen interest in poisons.” Here she paused, scrutinizing Hemlock. ”It is a position I will grant you, if you would like it, though I must never be given any reason to doubt your loyalty. You will, after all, be making the choice between life and death for some, should it come to it.”

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words: 407
notes: sorry for the wait!

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[Hemlock]

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The discomfort in the expression of the wolf before her was intriguing. There loss there, confusion, disappointment, and worry. But that was not it. As she watched the leader in front of her think over her words before speaking, she could see a hint of anger and betrayal in her eyes. Had these wolves that disappeared been close to her? If Hemlock had thought to care, she perhaps would have asked. But she did not. No, she was above this creature, more powerful and more important in her own eyes, but she saw no need or purpose in saying such things out loud. In fact, she found that she could respect the words of the Ananke leader as they fell off her tongue and hit the Dire female's ears. ”It is a position both for healing and, when the circumstances call for it, execution. The previous one had a keen interest in poisons.” Poisons. They were one of the things that the female had taken a particular interest in, and things she had killed with before. Immediately her mind went to the deadly creature that laid lifelessly at her feet. If she could extract the venom properly, she could use it against any foe she wished.

”It is a position I will grant you, if you would like it, though I must never be given any reason to doubt your loyalty. You will, after all, be making the choice between life and death for some, should it come to it.” There were always conditions, but Hemlock had expected that. In fact, she had expected some sort of waiting or training or something idiotic that would be required before she would be allowed such a rank. But instead, she received what almost seemed to be a threat instead. Should she not remain loyal to Nimue and Ananke, she would not remain within their ranks. At least that was what she got out of it, since she doubted anyone within this pack was even remotely capable of killing her. Perhaps the one that stood before her, but even that was a bit of a stretch in her own mind. "I agree to your terms, Chieftan. What other ranks, particularly ones that impact my own, are there within Ananke?" She asked, interested not only in the pack she had just joined, but also in the other wolves and their ranks within it.

She would need others to help her gather materials, but she would need to trust these creatures to not be useless and actually know at least something about what they were doing. Were there wolves here like that? Or would she be forced to travel far and wide to find her own means and poisons herself? She frowned at the thought, but she supposed that this pack was not exactly old or well established quite yet. Perhaps she could be of some help in that area, but she would need to learn more about their ways, habits, and membership before she could begin taking any action. She would learn quickly, there was no doubt about that, but she would need to ask the right questions first, in order to find the correct answers.

Words: 532
Tags: Nimue
Muse: medium
Notes: Sorry it's so short. We can continue with Hem getting more info on Ananke from Nim here or we can do a thread elsewhere...or not...whatever xDD <3

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