Be Mindful

Slade Auctor · 03-30-2011, 07:27 AM

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OOC: Slade's out, too. Yes, this was edited.
WC: 591

And the drama unfolded... Slade listened in silence as Shawchert spoke at first, and he couldn't help but curl his lips in a snarl. He wasn't mad at Shawchert. He was mad at the killer. He had only seen Valinta a few days ago; how could she be wounded right now, with her puppy - oh, god, probably Gunnar, one of the more decent puppies Slade had met - killed? The murderer, whoever he was, had a lot of nerve, killing the leader's puppy and two innocent wolves. Like any good leader should, Shawchert must have been trying his best. Slade had never seen Shawchert so emotional. It almost hurt to see Cercatori d'Arte's brave, strong leader in bandages, trying to lead a pack and get over the death of his son.

By the end of the speech, Slade was infuriated at the thought of someone doing something so horrible. Whoever the killer was, he obviously wasn't here; if Shawchert had the scent and couldn't match it to a face, then there was also a huge possibility that the murderer was fairly new to the pack. Slade's mind was reeling, but his thoughts were shattered as soon as Mars spoke.

Mars hadn't struck Slade as the type of guy who talked a lot, based on Mars' calm demeanor during the snowstorm, but the bicolor male had a lot to say now. For a split second, especially when an unfamiliar male added his input, Slade could almost agree... almost. Even though Mars was backed up by some calmer, maybe even reasonable words, Slade's mind became a whirlwind of fury. Oh, so if Mars knew what to do, and if Mars wanted Shawchert to do something and thought it wasn't being done, why didn't Mars step up? Huh? The bicolor male's hospitality during the snowstorm was all but forgotten. What the hell was wrong with him, especially the male that was next to him, who seemed like he agreed?

Of course, their words roused the leadership as well, though Slade could hardly hear Skye's words. His focus now was all on Shawchert. If Shawchert wasn't going to stand up for this, Mars might be right. Just as Slade knew, fortunately, Shawchert wasn't willing to go down without a fight... even though he did storm away from the scene. Whatever. He was probably going to look for the murderer. So be it. Now there was more reason to catch the killer: protecting the pack and proving Mars terribly wrong.

Krystalle didn't look particularly happy about it all, either, and she had her own little outburst towards Mars. Slade didn't really know what she was talking about, mostly because he wasn't listening, but that was what Mars deserved.

Slade noticed that the meeting was starting to disassemble, and that he should probably leave as well. Right now all he wanted to do was start a fight; with the murderer, with Mars, with just about anyone who had ever ticked him off. If he stayed, and Mars decided to start shouting again, there was no telling what he would do. He just couldn't believe that there were canines in the world that were so blatantly rude.

He was still fuming as he shrank back into the shadows, slipping out quietly and trying to remain unnoticed. So much drama... he didn't mind it in stories, but in reality it was much worse. He didn't care if being alone made him a prime target. He was just going to leave and take his mind off of the insanity....

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