Ichi,Ni,San,Shi,Go[Oki,Relairah,Mad,MoonSong/Open]

[Relairah]

Fiery eyes glanced at each of the members of this little gathering as he or she spoke. There was little else for him to say. He wasn't really a wolf of words anyway - more a wolf of action. In any case, he noticed when Sanka's eyes met his and he knew the silent message passed between them. His fiery-tipped ears swiveled on his head, catching the sound of the approaching wolf crunching the bones, and then it stopped, though he knew whoever it was was getting closer. The wolf was really stupid if he thought he was going to arrive unnoticed. But before that happened...

Free was talking to this Tiamat... it was clear they had somewhat of a knowledge of each other - even if they had no real relationship other than sharing a pack. It made no difference to him. He was a wolf who cared nothing for loyalties and the like. Or if one chose to betray another. Then the demon arrived. Well, another demon was more accurate. Esras would not be the first or only demon-wolf to arrive on the scene. He was simply the first to announce himself as such. Well, welcome to him too. He dipped his head slightly, being as it wasn't his place to welcome Esras. It seemed the group had accumulated. Well enough.

He glanced once more at Sanka. There was quite a lot of pointless babble going on at this point. Was it because Ichi didn't want the wolves not part of the original group to hear anything? Or was it because said wolves had diverted the conversation and created too much distraction. This would not be very beneficial or effective if such was the case. He doubted Ichi was the type to lose control so easily.

He spoke once more, mainly to the core group members. "The night wears away and morning approaches with this banter." He didn't suggest others should speak up if any other introductions were in order. He really didn't care if Tiamat decided to be an audience, although it was up to Ichi. He personally did not think she was of consequence or threat to them - of giving them away. Though he could be wrong. He was more concerned with getting the show on the road and taking on the first task in whatever was to come. "What comes next?" he asked, his gaze set upon Sanka, indicating exactly who he was talking to.

[Sanka]

San was right. The main objective, in fact the ONLY, purpose was to discuss their first target. Sanka had been sidetracked by his thoughts of who the female was. Now he had an unknown wolf wandering into the mix. It had become more and more hectic. The fae began with her regular banter. Then continued sputtering needless words; this time in the form of a conversation the the immortal Ni. He turned from their nonsense and turned his focus to the wolf who appeared to be a mirror image of him, minus the extra tails and the cursed wings. Caught in thought about the new winged wolf he missed most of the information she had given after he conversation ended but he did manage to pick out concubine and princess; thus she was dubbed the bastard princess. Her death here would cause unnecessary attention bastard or not. The packs would increase security and begin a hunt, before they even attacked the first pack on the agenda.

Switching back to his look alike...

He introduced himself as a demon called Esras, he looked the part. He denied to be numbered which was a choice of his own, he looked like he could handle himself if hunted by a packs warriors. The sky was certainly a good place to hide from most. But to call Sanka's own elaborate plan "petty," unforgivable. Every course of action had been well planned out for success, chaos taken into account.

His crimson eyes lowered as Sanka bared his fangs in disgust. The thought of fighting him hung strong in his mind being held back by his own request to not kill each other. He wiped the hatred from his gaze regaining his calm demeanor. He did not want to take on the position of "Leader" but he would do his best to keep the peace for the sake of his own gain.

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"Do as you please."[/b][/font][/size] Sanka replied.

[/b][/font][/size]"Next, I suppose we could address the presence of our heavy footed friend. Who are you and why are you here?"[/b][/font][/size] He asked in a annoyed tone. Friend or foe, if this wolf couldn't enter an area quieter than that he wouldn't prove valuable in Sanka's intelligence gathering missions. Hopefully he was battle hardened, brute force would be needed to carry out various phases of the plan

San had understood his message and located the intruder as well making his chance of escape extremely low. His original plans to just kill the intruder had been changed by the arrival of Esras. Killing a potential foe would be a waste which did not fit in with the agenda.
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[Niphanos]

Nestor listened curiously as more arrived and spoke. It would seem that not a few are powerful, or at least that's what they thought of themselves. Belatedly he realized that the last to speak was likely addressing him. As he had thought, they had heard him. He took a deep breath and came out of hiding. He's noticeably quieter now, realizing that he had best watch his step and impress them. He might meet his end otherwise.

As he stepped out of cover, the moon shone dully off of his black horns, marred only by one crack. He had never really belonged anywhere, but he made himself look like he belonged here. The faint breeze just barely ruffled his brown and black fur as he walked out and faced them all. He stood there for a moment, quickly scanning the group before simply stating, "I am Nestor." There was nothing more for him to say because he was nothing more. His only hope was that they would not kill him. Perhaps they would even find a use for him. Despite his hopes and fears, he manages to not look intimidated.

[Midnight]

OoC: ((np! i cheak this almost everyday!))

iC:
Midnight lay comfortable on the limb of a tree. The small group was almost ready to head off in start of their first mission. "Now is as good as ever," she mumbled under her breath. She flew down and gently landed on the edge of most of their sights. Her wings dissappered into her fur, and she stepped in among them. "Hello, I am Midnight. I understand your on a deadline, so I'll make it quick. I am useful at night, as you can see, and I am not a backstabber. I have a built-in warning sign," at this she flicker her tail,"and I do what I am told and will not back down from a fight. I have no past." After her little rant, she sat back and waited for Sanka's decision, as it was obvious that he would make it. The only other femm she noticed was royalty, but she was more comfortable around males than females. Midnigh turned her attention back to Sanka, and waited.

[Oki]

Well, well, well...Free had no idea that Sanka sent out so many invitations to this...he didn't know what to call it. A collective agreement to form an alliance to fight together for their common goal, maybe? In any case, more and more were showing up and pretty soon they would be more than just a small organization as Sanka has initially planned. Free didn't prefer to work with others, especially one growing to this size. However, he made this exception because of the projected outcome and his love to fight. The one who called himself Esras seemed even more dark and mysterious than himself."This just keeps getting more and more interesting by the minute...", the male thought to himself, maniacally flashing a grin at the mention of mayhem.

At least someone acknowledged his cursed gift that his ancestors bestowed upon him. Even though Tiamat was a royal and he has seen her before a few times, he never knew that she would enjoy watching such deliquency and conspiracy go on. She was perhaps the only royal he took any sort of liking to, at least at this point. He let out a chuckle, retorting her response to his brief story, "As weird as it sounds, being enclosed in a cave made of stone, with a boulder as a door, being blindfolded and tied down, there wasn't much I could do....But you're right, I'm itching for some action," he couldn't help but laugh through his teeth at her comment about being immortal, "You lack knowledge of my term of immortality, child." His demon eye spiraled as if the pupil was constricting or dilating at the femme, glowing.

Leering away from the royal to the pitch black demon male, then to the rest of the group, Free cleared his throat as his eye dulled and settled back into his form. Kash, err, San proved a point; their initial objective was being skewed by the small talk. His head bobbed a few times in agreement as his eyes closed for a short moment to reorganize his thoughts for the battle and battle plan. However, his eyes snapped back open as the word of, yet, another showing up to their gathering. This one had horns and looked more like a dog than a wolf, though he was considerably sized. Looking over at Ichi, he wondered if this Nestor would also join to fight for their goal; then his eyes went around the circle of others, watching them closely, but subtly.

Not expecting the next thing, Free blinked at the one that dropped in between all of them. Another female. Free raised his brow at the female as she finished her...introduction. Blinking again, he heard nothing from Ichi that a female was one of the ones initially joining, as he assumed so since she suddenly swooped in as if late to their meeting. He looked back and forth between the female and Ichi, "Oh? I haven't seen you around Giaku; what do you have against the Shinkou? Or at the very least, motivation to join our organization?...", Free smirked then jumped lightly off his perch to where Midnight was. However, just as his paws left the bone, it seemed as if he vanished into thin air. Seemingly to reappear right behind the female, barely any sound could be heard as he landed, just the noise his paw pads made when touching the ground. His eye glowed vigorously as his view was perpendicular to hers, but speaking to her with a mad grin fixated on his muzzle, "...O great Midnight."[/color][/size]

[Midnight]

Midnight sucked in air and growled loudly, spinned around agilely, but the growl was so fierce, she felt metallic blood in the back of her through, and doubled over coughing it up. Even bent over, she still glared through slitted eyes at the male, quivering with rage and fear. She licked her lips, smearing blood on them. "You ass, you sure have some balls." She never liked males behind her, especially that close. It was probably something in her past, but it still affected her, even if she didn't know where it came from. She was scared of the mad grin on her face, and almost hoped one of the other males would stop him if he did anything. She knew she could defend herself on her own, but now she was just scared. She tried breathing in, but it crackled, and she resumed coughing, spraying blood on the ground.



((OoC: oki we are still friends! although you prob already know its not personal posting.... and (whisper voice) that was my first time cussing on here! will probably never to it again though......))

[Moon_Song]

It seemed that his entrance, among others, was causing a considerable disruption within the initial purpose of the group. Good. The more disorder the better, or so Esras thought. If they were disorganized when they went forth, then they would be more likely to die. That was fine with him. Better than fine, in fact. He fed off of carnage, and he could care less who it was that was dying.

The one who made so much noise announced himself. Nestor was his name. A weakling if you asked him. Sadly, it wasn't his decision to destroy him right then and there. Normally he wouldn't care, but he was more interested in where this pack was going and what it was to do. He had enough self control to hold back...for now.

That thought was immediately challenged, though, when a female swooped down. She said her name was Midnight, but he could care less. He hadn't harassed a female in a while, at least not since that fox ghost. A terrible grin spread across his face as she spoke. He could sense that she was skittish. She didn't belong around a large group of males, especially demons.

While Esras was considering his options, the one atop the bone perch-what was his name?- made a move, disappearing and reappearing behind her. Just as he though, she jumped and took the defensive, fear evident in her face. She even coughed up a little blood she was so scared. Esras stood, wings tucked tightly to his sides, and silently walked up behind her.

"You don't belong her, Midnight'" He spoke the name almost as an insult, but his voice was deceptively smooth and gentlemanly, "If that scares you, you couldn't handle war." He began to circle around her so very slowly, with his head held a little low, ears erect and tails straight out behind him . "Do you know what happens to females in war? Especially those that show fear?"

The smile that he wore would probably scare the fur off of her. His saber teeth were in full view, his tails swishing behind him now. He shuffled his wing reflexively. Were she to be sufficiently terrified at this point, he would laugh cruelly and turn to the unofficial leader of the rag-tag group and say "She is not fit for such a group, and you know it."

[Sanka]

What an introduction, Sanka thought as Nestor spoke his name. Although he managed to keep a straight face he gave off a strong aura of nervousness.[/size][/b][/font]


"Welcome." [/size][/b][/font]
Sanka said dipping his head in courtesy rather than respect. Nestor's body would be needed, alive or dead he could be useful, maybe he could soak up the groups anger, whatever the case he was in.

Just as he thought he could move on with the meeting and his plan a wolf swooped down from a near branch, probably perched there for quite some time. Sanka growled in annoyance tired of the late arrivals and random annoyances. He picked this location because for the week he stayed in the badlands this areas paw was untouched by any wolf. But tonight, the darkest night of all he had managed to run into more wolves than ever accounted for.

Looking up from his thoughts in anger he saw who his newest intruder was, Midnight. He had made sure to personally deliver his invitation to her and yet she had managed to arrive late. His face was heavy with annoyance (-__-). The babble coming from the immortal Ni's maw this time insulting Midnight delivering further annoyance. Then Esras took his turn, disapproving of her completely as if he'd hated her for a lifetime. She didn't help her case, spewing up blood when she had yet to be attacked...Her physical condition was nothing to be envious of apparently.[/size][/b][/font]


"I could care less who you deem worthy to join this group, she was why we were waiting to announce our goal." [/size][/b][/font]
He made up trying to cover for his friend. In reality she was the only wolf he could trust in this group of outcasts. [/size][/b][/font]


"And if she chooses to die in battle trying to achieve our goal then so be it. Just make sure your useful."[/size][/b][/font]
he said facing Esras eye to eye.[/size][/b][/font]


"Arriving on time would be too much to ask for huh?"[/size][/b][/font]
he asked her, not turning his back on the demon. A foolish choice that would be.[/size][/b][/font]

"Enough of this foolishness, our group is complete and I grow weary of waiting, we go to Voyani now!"[/size][/b][/font] he said turning away. He didn't bid the royal Tiamat a farwell, he was sure she would be close by watching as they burned the land ahead of them.[/size][/b][/font]

[Relairah]

San watched as the recent addition of Midnight swooped down, joining the midst of the group and then being taunted by Free and Esras. He found himself as much annoyed as Sanka, his face showing his impatience. Kash was the type who demanded others not beat around the bush and this meeting was dragging out. He thirsted for action. For blood. This was getting them nowhere, and he grew tired of it quickly.

He thought of saying to Esras, "Silence, demon, you have no place to sentence this Midnight. Sanka has the final say, regardless of your agreement or permission.", but he held his tongue as Sanka spoke for himself. Besides, more useless banter was exactly that... useless.

He turned his attention sharply toward Ichi as he spoke, announcing their first destination. Finally! He growled his seconded thought and nodded, turning and breaking into a run as he followed Ichi toward the Voyani packlands. It would be a distance yet and time was wasting away.

OoC: Sanka, are you planning on going ahead and starting a new thread in Sub Serin?

[Midnight]

arg.
She's not so scared she hacking up blood, she was angry at esras for coming up behind her; therfore growling feircely, and she scratched her throut in the prooocess. i got it from a line in eragon (z book).

[Midnight]

Midnight laughed in Free and Esrass' faces, then said, still chuckling, "Really? This is the best you can do, harassing a female that's a head shorter than you? I thought demons could do better." Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "You don't even know what I'm capable of."
She trained her icy-blue gaze on Esras, eyes narrowed, ears flat against her head, and would advance on him slowly, until they were face to face. She would then hold it there until he dropped his own gaze. Then she would move on to Free. It was a skill that she had mastered, and it came in handy; her eye color was the main reason it worked. Always, when she did it, her eyes would seem to grow deep, and she could then pour all her emotions toward that wolf into them.
Right now it was anger: anger at being underestimated yet again, anger at being treated as if she were no more than a punching bag, and anger at her past. If that jackass wolf hadn't done this to her, she would have been fine aruond the males.
When she finished, she would say in a quiet voice, "I am not to be underestimated. You better thank your lucky stars I'm here Sank. You're even luckier I'm still here, after what just happened." Turning to Sanka, she would wait for him to take the lead, no fear of having her back to the males.

((OoC: in my sig it has Midnights profile. If you just look at my avatar, thats her eye color. ps if you DO read it, her bandana is safely tucked away somewhere. ))