01-20-2010, 02:20 PM
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will be brief, sorry for not posting sooner /wasn't aware we had a posting order going on
The rest of the pack seemed to filter in, though they were missing a woman that the redhead had met recently, Ataxia. He noted her missing presence and turned his attention to the pack mates that had showed up after him. He only knew Leroy, who he did not really give any look of recognizing, choosing to stare at the King in anticipation instead. There were more females in the pack suddenly, and the males were growing scarce and taken all of a sudden. Strelein fumbled with his bangle, wondering if he was going to have to start exploring outside the pack more with all these pairs of mates taking up the bachelors. Thank goodness he was far from in a hurry to settle down, if he ever did. It was hard to find the kind of person that the redhead wanted for himself, considering how hard it was to find another Luperci with his tendencies, or even being on the border instead of on his side of his fence.
Then Jacquez delivered his, hopefully, first piece of news. Oh that was good news, certainly. Two people in the pack being exalted in rank for achievement and respect was always an announcement that any prideful pack mate would be glad to hear. There could be envy, but the redhead did not feel it a bit. Him in a leading position was a bad idea all around. Strelein sent a quick grin to the two new leaders, knowing one vaguely, the other not at all. The Monarch would not have chosen them for no reason at all, so the redhead assumed they would be good at their jobs. If not, they could always be ousted and replaced, though he was pretty sure that would not be remotely necessary. Giving them a nod in addition to the grin, the Chevalier turned his attention back to Jacquez, knowing well enough that the King would not simply call all of them out for just a rank shuffle and a couple of new co-leaders.
The look of congratulations on the male's face vanished once the King gave them the real reason the meeting had been called out of the blue. A serious look replaced the one that usually adorned Strel's face, and he, quite frankly, hated the way it felt on him, but the situation warranted it. War was on the land? Why? He let out a slight growl at the thought of being pulled into a war for a pack he did not really know. The name was heard in passing, though who were they fighting if it were not Cour des Miracles? There were several more packs that it could be, but there was a history that the redhead simply did not know about. He wanted to know more, who to be wary of and who to potentially side with. Though chances were, not knowing what the two main sides were, Strel was most likely going to be neutral. He hoped the kingdom would not be pulled into this and out of their neutrality. The redhead was not a fighter or a warrior by any means.
"Sire, who are the Dahlia's fighting?" he asked, curiosity in his still serious facial features. "Is there truly some risk to us here?" Again, this was more for worry about the home he had taken and was now full of pride for. The thought of being confined here, or asked to try to not stray, was a bit unnerving. Surely if they were neutral they posed no threat to the war? Strel did not like to go on the borders with another person, since he usually had a different reason for patrolling, usually for food. Still, the thought of being unable to travel at night was a bit more worrisome. True, he did not travel excessively, but sometimes his ventures to Halifax were long and he only returned to the Hotel at odd hours of the night.
will be brief, sorry for not posting sooner /wasn't aware we had a posting order going on
The rest of the pack seemed to filter in, though they were missing a woman that the redhead had met recently, Ataxia. He noted her missing presence and turned his attention to the pack mates that had showed up after him. He only knew Leroy, who he did not really give any look of recognizing, choosing to stare at the King in anticipation instead. There were more females in the pack suddenly, and the males were growing scarce and taken all of a sudden. Strelein fumbled with his bangle, wondering if he was going to have to start exploring outside the pack more with all these pairs of mates taking up the bachelors. Thank goodness he was far from in a hurry to settle down, if he ever did. It was hard to find the kind of person that the redhead wanted for himself, considering how hard it was to find another Luperci with his tendencies, or even being on the border instead of on his side of his fence.
Then Jacquez delivered his, hopefully, first piece of news. Oh that was good news, certainly. Two people in the pack being exalted in rank for achievement and respect was always an announcement that any prideful pack mate would be glad to hear. There could be envy, but the redhead did not feel it a bit. Him in a leading position was a bad idea all around. Strelein sent a quick grin to the two new leaders, knowing one vaguely, the other not at all. The Monarch would not have chosen them for no reason at all, so the redhead assumed they would be good at their jobs. If not, they could always be ousted and replaced, though he was pretty sure that would not be remotely necessary. Giving them a nod in addition to the grin, the Chevalier turned his attention back to Jacquez, knowing well enough that the King would not simply call all of them out for just a rank shuffle and a couple of new co-leaders.
The look of congratulations on the male's face vanished once the King gave them the real reason the meeting had been called out of the blue. A serious look replaced the one that usually adorned Strel's face, and he, quite frankly, hated the way it felt on him, but the situation warranted it. War was on the land? Why? He let out a slight growl at the thought of being pulled into a war for a pack he did not really know. The name was heard in passing, though who were they fighting if it were not Cour des Miracles? There were several more packs that it could be, but there was a history that the redhead simply did not know about. He wanted to know more, who to be wary of and who to potentially side with. Though chances were, not knowing what the two main sides were, Strel was most likely going to be neutral. He hoped the kingdom would not be pulled into this and out of their neutrality. The redhead was not a fighter or a warrior by any means.
"Sire, who are the Dahlia's fighting?" he asked, curiosity in his still serious facial features. "Is there truly some risk to us here?" Again, this was more for worry about the home he had taken and was now full of pride for. The thought of being confined here, or asked to try to not stray, was a bit unnerving. Surely if they were neutral they posed no threat to the war? Strel did not like to go on the borders with another person, since he usually had a different reason for patrolling, usually for food. Still, the thought of being unable to travel at night was a bit more worrisome. True, he did not travel excessively, but sometimes his ventures to Halifax were long and he only returned to the Hotel at odd hours of the night.