Consequences

Alistair

POSTED: Sun Feb 02, 2014 8:43 pm

(329; takes place shortly after Additions) Callum's expression was stormy, at best. His pumpkin eyes, normally cool despite their warm tones, blazed with feeling as he tracked down his grandda. His left arm was bound from just above the elbow to just below his shoulder, the long cut beneath burned like none other despite the willow bark tea he'd quaffed with a disgusted look on his face to dull the pain. Morty had stitched him up, passing glances out of the corner of her eye at the jackal that stood like a chastened child facing away from them in the corner. The other canine's arms were bound behind his back, and another length of rope stretched from ankle to ankle, like a hobble for horses.

When he was done in the infirmary and had thanked Morty with a grim smile, Callum had taken Kali, who was yet nameless to the Bracciante, by his bicep and escorted him in front of him on his search. Truth be told, Callum was unsure what to do with Kali. It had seemed like such a good idea to bring the young man in, make him work off his debt, but given the way the mix had gone completely undetected when first he attacked Callum, the Knight wondered if they could ever keep him within the pack lands -- or from stealing others' possessions -- without him slipping away, possibly upon the back of one of the new horses.

Even if he did not detain Kali, he thought Jazper might want to question him. Were there others like him nearby, willing and able to attack for what they wanted? Was this the beginning of another escapade like the pirates? Or was this a one-off, a not so happy coincidence? Cal passed through the war room and knocked curtly at his grandfather's office door. Failing that, he would try the private chambers, but he was near certain Jazper was seated behind his desk, working on pack matters.
Last edited by Callum Knight on Sat Feb 08, 2014 2:18 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:10 pm

words →+4 ooc

Since the incident with Aedan and the pirates Alistair had been stuck with the more mundane and administrative duties of the pack while Jazper recovered. The wolfdog imagined it was also part punishment for dismissing his Sole when his father was in Casa. Though, they’d mended their relationship some, there were still some hard feelings. The rift between them was uncomfortable, but it couldn’t be helped. What a stupid thing to do. For a time after Alistair had gone as far as to drop the name of Knight, and even now he took it up again with some discomfort. He hardly felt worthy of the title.

So, now, he sat in his office, despite the urge to be doing other things. He endured his punishment with grace, knowing it was deserved. A hand rested on his chin as he stared down at the sheet of paper, his other hand ticking off the items on the list as he kept a count in his head. Things had been busy since the pirates attack, Aedan aside, there was a lot to do in the conflict’s wake. Alistair was currently going through the list of weapons in the armory, seeing if their number matched what was recorded. They couldn’t be too sure about what all the pirates had stolen while they were there, and Alistair heard it from Jazper that Jackson had been in the armory. It was worth checking into.

Checking off another item, the wolfdog’s tall ears suddenly twitched and he lifted his head towards the door. There was a deal of scuffling, and some hasty knocks, but not at his door. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. He put down the paper and crossed to the office door, opening it and ducking through the door frame to get a look outside.

He was clued in almost immediately when he glimpsed the mass of bright white fur. There were very few wolves in Casa with a pelt like that, and offering a small smile he greeted the Knight boy, “Oh, Callum.” He said, “I was just...” He paused as his gaze fell on the bound stranger, widening slightly. “ah-- inventory.”

“Who’s that?” The tone of his voice changed, dropping lower as his brows knit and eyes narrowed. Obviously the smaller blonde man was a trouble-maker, and Callum was looking for his father to deal with him, but he didn't have to look so far.

Alistair Callow

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POSTED: Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:05 pm

Kalidas spent his time in captivity a bit spitefully. Who could blame him? The dull wolf that toted him around had all but ruined his life. If this were not the case he would have been looking for ways to escape, but as of now he didn’t know what there was to go back to. A pack of murderers and thieves didn’t take kindly to those who could do neither, a description that apparently fit Kalidas well. His mother and father would be disappointed and likely disrespected because of Kali’s failure. The young male didn’t care much for his brute of a father but his mother didn’t deserve such. It might be better that they think him dead.

So with no desire to escape and no desire to be in the presence of Callum, the coyote hybrid was left conflicted. The only thing he knew for sure was how sorely he wished the “knight” hadn’t gotten away with just the little scratch on his arm. This loathing wasn’t enough to concentrate on so he put his other energies into being a nuisance. Anyone who glanced his way received a less than friendly glare and he was constantly tripping on his bindings, forcing the wolf leading him to stop and pull him up or push him forward.

Callum was right to worry on the thief for as he lead Kali through his pack land the shorter male could not escape his nature. His golden gaze found many a useful things worth taking when/if he escaped. Many of them could be made off with rather easily too. Most notably of the valuable items were the maps found upon the walls of the large room at the end of their journey. The right trader would pay handsomely for a few well-made maps.

Callum began knocking upon a door once they crossed the map room and Kali stood trying to read a nearby map. Both were interrupted, however, by another large wolf. This blond one was not as tall as Callum nor did he look to have more intelligence about him. He seemed a bit taken aback when he noticed Kali. The blond then asked about him. Kalidas Tam, spoke the prisoner despite the question not being his to answer. He wouldn’t let the wolf speak for him so long as his muzzle wasn’t bound. Pleased to make your acquaintance. The last bit added in more of a sarcastic manner than an honest one. Kali then took his gaze from the blond wolf and let drift back to a nearby map without so much as a glance at Callum.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:35 am

411 OOC — Yay!

​ Callum's focus was so fixated on his grandfather's door that he paid little attention when the other door opened to reveal Alistair till the golden War Lord spoke to him. His fur stood slightly on end at being caught off guard again and turned, taking Kali along for the ride. So far the prisoner had been more trouble than what Callum thought he might be worth but at least he had pointed out a potentially deadly flaw of Callum's - the tendency to be less than attentive when full alertness should be practiced.

Alistair spoke to Callum, but it was the golden canine that answered, not the Bracciante, giving the name Kalidas Tam. Fenris, Callum had not even asked the other canine his name, had not thought to do so. He leveled a glare at the back of the hybrid's head and then continued where Kali had left off. His accent was yet thickened between irritation and the sting of the wound. I was bringing in some horses I found, and was attacked; I took a cut to the arm. He attacked again and I disarmed him, then warned him very clearly to back off.

He produced the knife he had taken from Kali then, a fairly nondescript dagger with a brown grip and a silver hued blade still edged with Callum's own blood in places where the snow had not cleansed it. He flipped it in his hand so his fingertips lightly gripped the blade and the handle was offered to Alistair for inspection, meeting his yellow gaze evenly as he continued speaking. When he insisted on attacking again despite having no weapon, I captured him. After the... problems... from last fall, I felt it necessary to remove this threat from the wilds. He meant, of course, the pirate raids and the infiltration of their ranks by the same group. Alistair had been very personally affected by the whole affair and Callum thought his vague words might be enough to let the War Lord in on his meaning without elaborating on it for Kali to hear.

I'm just not sure of my options. Death seems a bit harsh. His tone was slightly flippant, then. He was not even entertaining the death penalty for Kali, not for so slight an infraction, but he hoped to draw some sort of reaction from the hybrid, whose eyes had not strayed from a map on the wall since his sarcastic introduction.


Coding by Nat, changes by Westy.
Callum Knight

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POSTED: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:04 am

OOC I made sure not to PP here, but I imagine it'd be fairly difficult to avoid- your call, though! Alistair is bluffing, anyways, and will not hurt Kail. +5 points

When it was Kalidas Tam who named himself versus Callum Alistair’s often warm hazel gaze became hard as stone and zeroed in on the yellow eyed male. “Yes, you must be delighted.” He intoned, just as sarcastic, there was also a threat in the rise of his lips. This was no soft southerner- but a War-Lord, and all that title entailed. Alistair didn’t part gazes with the coyote hybrid even as Callum went on to explain. Only when the black and white Knight mention the cut did Alistair turn his gaze to look. It was nasty enough, but he would wait until later to send the young man to Morty, if he didn’t go himself...but, you never knew with the Knights. Jazper had always been fussy with his injuries, always insisting they weren’t as painful or as cumbersome as they looked-- and yet…

Alistair didn’t think about it. His adoptive father’s loss of vision was concerning. Alistair wondered if he’d ever be the same despite it, but...it was too soon to tell. If Jazper was fortunate his other senses- namely his hearing- would be able to pick up the slack and he wouldn’t be any worse for wear, or any less alert. It wasn’t exactly comforting to Alistair who tended to worry too much than was good for him.

The tawny knight took the dagger from Callum, glancing from it and to his captive with a furrowed brow and a wary glare. His eyes became sharp when the younger man mentioned ‘problems,’ but Alistair made no other acknowledgements. The pain was still so close, it practically defined him these days. It gave him motive, it gave him purpose to make Casa stronger than ever...and himself, stronger as a whole. It was surprising, though, how few in Casa seemed to think of his father’s betrayal. To Alistair, that the worst of the lot. The pirates had taken Lola captive, but Aedan had damn near murdered her.

“You did what you thought was right.” Said Alistair, whose gaze had returned to Kali. He still held the dagger that Callum had given him, except now he held it as if to wield it, but this wasn’t easy to see as he let the arm fall to his side. It could even have been forgotten. He merely nodded at Callum’s last sentence. Death was too harsh, but Kali hardly seemed disheartened by his capture. Something had to be done. And something was. Alistair glanced briefly to Callum before lunging towards his captive, the dagger still in his hand.

The wolfdog’s eyes flashed and the blade flashed, too as it was swept up to Kali’s throat. The War-Lord’s other hand attempted to grab at the male’s nape to jerk his head down and expose it to the steel. “Planning your escape?” He snarled, jerking none-too-gently on the fur of the male’s nape (if he’d successfully caught it). “Or are you looking to sell our secrets to the highest bidder? Or maybe, you mean to plunder us?” He'd seen their prisoner's eyes study the map, looking to it on more than one occasion.

Glaring down at Kali Alistair pressed him, “Well?!”

These were desperate times, and desperate times called for desperate measures...

Alistair Callow

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POSTED: Mon Mar 24, 2014 4:14 pm

No worries! I like a bit of power play now and then, so long as it's fair and sensible!+400

Kali had kept his gaze pinned upon the map as the two wolf blooded canines began conversing about him. Callum recalled their meeting and recited it to the other, as if reporting to a leader. By the short glance Kali had given the wolf, for whom he had no name still, he could tell by his dress that the other felt himself important. The way Callum reported to him confirmed this. So the wolf hybrid was important. Lovely. Guess this meant whatever Callum had brought him all the way here for would be revealed shortly.

After realizing this it was not comforting to hear Callum mention death. Not in the least. Kali’s heart sank when he heard it and a tingle ran down his spine. He wouldn’t bring me all this way just to be executed, Kali began to think hurriedly to himself, No, he could have done it after their scuffle. Unless… He thought on Callum’s words and the slight doubt he put in them. Unless Callum is too cowardly to take a life. He swallowed hard at the thought, but still left his gaze away from the others.

It was but a moment after his revelation that the lead wolf attacked. Kalidas squeaked out a surprised whine as his head was pulled back sharply. Shock lit his eyes wide as he was brought face-to-face with Alistair. His breath came in quick bouts and his limbs tingled with adrenalin but he listened. As he did something dark or maybe brutal about the words thrown into his face reminded the young canine of his father and all the times he had manhandled Kali in a similar manner. All the words he had used to instill fear in the boy rang against his heart lighting it ablaze with a deep hate. Perhaps his mother was wrong. She said not that the whole world was like theirs, that some canines were good and honest. By the looks of it this though, Callum sat in a room with a coward and an executioner. He knew begging for his life wouldn’t change a death sentence or perhaps it was the anger in him that wouldn’t allow his possibly last words to be those of a coward, like he had appeared at his father’s hands so many times. Kalidas’ muzzle split and flashed his sharp whites as his legs moved a bit more under him to accommodate his awkward stance. I haven’t a place to escape to, he said the first thing that came to mind through his teeth as his eyes darted to Callum for a second, and the maps in this room are barely worth the parchment they’re drawn on, the second bit was a lie but the angered and strained tones in the young hybrid’s voice didn’t change. He had only to hope that it would be enough to discourage thoughts of “plunder”.


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