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It was done. Leadership had been restored. The warrior had never felt so relieved in her life; not that it was a long life, but, well… a Cepheus was nothing without a commander, without Sol or Luna to guide them. A soldier was only as good as his leader, and a leader without an army was a leader of nothing but dirt. They needed and relied upon each other. Now that Rowtag had been chosen by Sol through combat, things could get back to normal. Oh, and what a fight it had been! He was Sol incarnated, as sure as her being a warrior. Her stumpy little tail wiggled in happiness. Life was good! Now, if she could just find something to eat or fight, everything would be perfect.

She wasn’t a hunter… her pelt didn't exactly lend itself to blending in with the sands. And she was hardly quick enough to catch things like desert hares. Stealth and fleet of paw weren't exactly things that others thought of in association with her; not during the day, at least. She could lurk a little better at night, but still: there was a reason she wasn’t a hunter! She wouldn’t be able to get within 20 feet of prey before they would spot her. Seemed like the only time she could be sneaky was when she was fighting, or practicing fighting… Speaking of which:

Hm, fighting sounds pretty good right about now. If I can’t find something to find, I’ll just have to make something up.[/i]

The sand was hot under her paws, and she wriggled her toes on each step, feeling it shift and move. There was no place like the desert; only the hardest, savviest wolves could survive here. It was a place of strength, breeding power and discipline into the creatures that lived there. All the other packs: the disgustingly passive Cassiopeians, the trickster Orions, and those rule-bound Andromedans –

Boy, talk about a stick up your ass. At least the Orion wolves can be funny! Hm, wonder what Aeris is up to?[/i]

- none of them knew what it was to fight day after day, to burn under the hot sun; to curl your paws and tail over your face and huddle in a big pile when a sand storm blew through. Yes, when the treaty came to an end and war rolled around – and she hoped that it would; a nice, big brawl would cull the weak and expand Cepheus territory (it never even occurred to her that Cepheus might lose) – she would be ready. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

“We’ll root them out of their caves and their dens,”[/b] She chuckled to herself, meandering in the general direction of the Trickling River. “They’ll hide but we’ll find them.”[/b] Just the thought of all the blood on the ground sent a little shiver down her spine. They’d let the pups go, of course, or maybe take in one or two of the strongest – honor dictated that it be so. But the rest would be fair game.

Feeling frisky now, she bounded up the rocky, sandy hill until she stood at the top, staring down at the tiny river that would start to refill soon, now that it was getting colder… the sands that ran, and ran, and ran into the distance… cactus fields full of teeth and a few pieces of fruit...

Their land was beautiful, true. It may not have the color of the forests, or the oceans of grass that rippled in the wind, but the desert held its own harsh majesty, just like the wolves that called it home. She could stand here and admire it all day, she supposed. But her mind didn't feel like pondering. She felt twitchy, electrified. Watching the fight earlier had set her blood humming. Watching, she'd almost been able to taste it, the flesh that would break under her jaws, the warm, coppery taste that would fill her mouth. It left her feeling ready to move, to act and run and fight. And her patrol wasn’t set to go out for a while yet!

Looking for something to amuse herself, she turned to her shadow. It made her look like a cocky pup, if you ignored the scars and the skill with which she 'attacked' her opponent. Snarling and growling, slapping at it with her large paws, she pretended it was some ferocious enemy, envisioned it as a skilled combatant on par with her own skills. She became so invested in her activity that she was kicking up sand and rocks, even a little oblivious to the world around her…

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Eight was standing in the sliver of water that was the trickerling river. He was looking down stream his body set his mind ready. He hadn’t been in these lands long but he had found a lot in a short time, he had found a pack, a pack and not just any pack but a pack that belived in honour, honour in strength and fellowship. A pack he could call home a pack he could call family. He had come in time for the battles that proved who could become leader, and the ranks bellow it.
He had been beaten which was something he had never expected but it had been one the the best battles of his life, his appoints had known how to fight with honour and the leader who had been chosen from it was had earnt Eights respect only for his strength, he had not been in the pack long enuf to really come to no him as a wolf, but that would all change once he got to meet him. Eight him self had frought and won the rank of captin and he silently promised his knew family that he would carry out that roll even if it ment his death. He was slowly getting to no the wolves in the pack and earn there respect and trust.

Eight exsploded into movement sprinting down the river, he ran perpesly throw the water to give him some restriction as little as it was, pluss the sand there was soft so forced him to use more effort to keep up a full sprint.
He liked to think of him self as a very balanced fighter, speed strength all nicely balanced. One part of his stile wasn’t thow his endurance was excellent, manly thanks to him being able to ignore his bodys hurts, mind over matter.
But if he had to be very honest with him self due to his size his strength was always better then his speed so he like to work on that when the condisions would help. And in doing a sprinting training it would test his endurance.

He charged down the river kicking up water splashing it around him. His face was strangly blank his mouth open but not snarling or showing any sigh that he was pushing his body to its limets with speed. His silver eyes were as dead as always.
The desert land scape shot past him. He had always loved snow it had always been his favret place to live. But after being in the harsh desert he had come to love it, once his snow coat had multed off. Its shades of colour, its personality, only the hard and strong could call this place home, and if you proved your self to the desert it would show you beautys that would leave him still.

He turned the bend in the river and saw another wolf who was training, she was kicking up a real sand storm. He slowed to a run, trot then to a stop. Panting with out sticking out his tong to much.
She moved with precision and accuracy, all that Eight had come to exspect from his new family any thing under that was weak and Triple Eight hated! Weakness.

He loved these wolves they set his blood on fire with out the need of blood to be spilt, just watching her made his fur tingle, these worriers were the real thing, he had found his pack his wolves, his home.
He couldn’t show his true feelings and emoissions to them yet, thanks to his past it took him a long time to open up to wolves in the way of showing his feelings bad or good. He had to know he could respect them and they respected him as a captin and pack mate.

His face didn’t show his thoughts it stayed blank and unreadabal, his eyes dead and empty.
“fine moves…miss?”, he didn’t no her name yet, he had seen her but not spoken to her yet.
His voice was as blank as his face, it was deep and gravily and showed like his body many hard years of use.

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“Fine moves…miss?”

The rough voice startled her; she’d been so intent upon attacking her own shadow that she’d lost track of her surroundings.

Stupid stupid stupid, never lose track! Never let your guard down, unless you have a guard![/i]

Her body wanted to tense; all bodies did upon being startled, she supposed. But it was what you did with those instincts that separated the true warriors from the weak. And her body was a tool, finely honed. Instead of giving in, she lowered her shoulders from the defensive position they’d fallen into when she began shadow-fighting, keeping most of her weight on her back paws. It couldn’t have been a real intruder; none would get this far into the pack’s territory without a fight. Orchid was not surprised to find it was another Cephean, when she turned around. She was, however, a little shocked to see it was one of the new Captains.

She’d seen him fight, watched as he’d thrown himself into the battle with all the wonderful, violent fury of a storm let loose. Even after Rowtag had taken Admiral, she’d watched those three other wolves fight for the position of Captain. It had gone on so long, she’d started to think that they would all drop dead at the same time, so matched were their skills. It had ended in a draw, the first she’d ever seen. She wasn’t that old, but she had heard the Veterans talking – something like this was almost unheard of, to have three Captains.

But Orchid had been happy; it had been as she watched that she realized how far she had to go, and how much her new Captains could teach her. With the blood spilled, they’d gained her respect. And with the treaty nearing its end, Cepheus would be stronger than ever now, with its three Captains and its new Admiral.

She dropped her head respectfully, not too low, not too high. She was a warrior herself, after all. But she deferred to him in both rank and skill. He was a new brother, one she would be fighting alongside when the time came. Mindful of her stance, she slid her back legs towards each other, closer to the locked position of a salute. The female would only ever give a full salute to her Admiral or to her captains during more… official run-ins. But she respected him no less. Not only that, but she’d found that without a tail, her body language could easily be misread, when a tail would have shown her submission or dominance. When she had a mind, and wasn’t intent on starting a tussle, she would sometimes take extra care with the rest of her signals, to make sure her message got across.

Name, name, name… What was his name? Sol blast me![/i]

“Orchid, Captain,”[/b] She responded, getting a good look at him for the first time. There had been too much movement during the battle for leadership for her to truly see him. But what she saw now impressed her. Sure, he was a little scruffy, especially soaked from the river – he must have been running through it - but he was all muscle and power, a body built for fighting. Her yellow eyes gleamed as they caught sight of all his scars, of his brand, and especially of his torn ear.

Just like mine! Wonder how he got his?[/i]

Scars were marks of a warrior, of battles fought and won. Oh yes, she believed he’d do quite well here. She licked her chops where sand and dirt had gathered from her exertions. “Can I do something for you, Sir, or were you just… out practicing?”[/b] She left the ‘like me’ that crossed her mind unspoken. She didn’t know for sure what he’d been doing, could hardly make a guess just from how he looked. Orchid would not allow herself to chatter too much just yet. He was of superior rank, after all; she’d wait. If or when he allowed her to be at ease, only then would she slip into a manner a little more casual.

Ah! Triple-Eight! That was it. Knew I’d remember it eventually. [/i]

She did find herself curious what he’d been doing, though. She wouldn’t admit it to just anyone, but she always enjoyed learning something to improve herself. The warrior’s yellow eyes watched Triple-Eight curiously, careful not to meet his – they didn’t give away anything, anyway.

No wonder he was able to fight so long. I’d never be able to read those eyes in a fight…[/i]

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“Orchid, Captain,”

Eight was getting use to wolves standing to atteion around him and talking to him in very official ways, there was a time and a place for all of that and it was important in many ways but for eight at that moment, it was a time to be on a level playing fild, there would always be a sertan level of respect expected but they could losen up around here.

She could see her giving him the look over, it was nothing to be concered about for him, he wasn’t bothered by the way he looked to eight it was about what you could do not what you looked like. And pluss his battle wounds were a souser of pride in a strange sense. He gave her the look over as well, her dark fur, scars and those fangs, they would be exstremly useful as a worrier. He looked followed to seeing her in a real fight.
He nodded to her acknolging her salute.

“Can I do something for you, Sir, or were you just… out practicing?”

“just out to keep the body in check, and you can Triple Eight or T.E, out here we are to worriars homing awere skills”, he said his face not changing nore his voice but his manner was relaxsed.

He walk slightly past her and looked over the land from the hight of the dune they were on.
He only let the wolves cloest to him call him Eight, and he didn’t no this wolf enuf for him to trust her to call him that. thow he was a captin he stood by his words. Out here they were the same beast fighters. Back at the Oasis he was on form but out here far from the others and only with one other he could relaxes and show her that he was the same as her under neath the rank, there was a time and a place for ever thing.

“Your… our home land is beautiful all the colours and nacher of a worrier”, he said his voice as blank as ever. He didn’t mind talking like this any more, he wanted to change from his old self, not to much but he needed to warm up to life now he call him self free, and there was nothing weak in acklnolging the lands beauty in his mind.

He looked back at her, his eyes as dead as ever his face as blank as ever, this pack in this land was perfectly placed, and he was seeing it more and more clearly ever day why this pack had such pride in there way of life. Out here there was no place for the weak, only the hard and the strong could live here.

“I can see your well skilled in the art of fighting, how many true battles have you seen”, he asked wanting to no more about her, he wondered wether the pack had been in direct conflict with any other pack for a wile, there was no subdiut for expense, if she had only pratised on her fellow pack members which would be supprising from looking at her, she still would have a lot to learn.
Eight was looking followed to teaching others what he had learnt, passing on what he had learn and was still learning to the next fighter.

“Im ashamed to itmit this but I still don’t know a lot about the other packs and this land I have traviled to, from what iv learnt they sounds like fools but I must no more, would you tell me more”, he did feel like a pup asking the queston like that but he needed to learn the world he was in one way or another, no good pretending he knew that could lead to big mistakes and in doing that he would be a fool to do so.
He turned back to the land in front of him, it would be a nice ice braker in a way he guessed as asking a wolf would was talking to a high rank was being asked to come down to a almost equal filed might be hard and strange.

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Him acknowledging her half-salute was a good step, she thought. She was still unsure of where he stood on the ladder. Some senior members expected complete, absolute respect – they were above the rest, though not necessarily better. Other higher-ups merely required a minor indication of awareness: a lowered head, a light locking of stance like hers. After that, they might behave as if they were on an equal level. All Cepheans respected each other, of course. Each would live and die – hopefully – on the battlefield, standing and fighting alongside brothers and sisters-in-arms. But there was always dominance, always. It was the way of the warrior – the strong rose, the weak fell. Bu still... Orchid wondered which type of leader Triple-Eight would be.

“Just out to keep the body in check, and you can Triple Eight or T.E, out here we are two warriors honing our skills.”[/b]

If she hadn’t been paying attention, she was sure she would have missed it: that invisible signal. T.E’s voice, his body language… none of it changed, and yet his words and energy were leisurely. Making a decision, she relaxed her stance somewhat. It appeared Triple-Eight might just fall into the category of leader she liked most. She’d have to toss her chips, see where they fell. If she was wrong, and he had, in fact, not given her unspoken permission to relax… well, it was a minor offense, even by Cephean standards. She could easily fall back into position; Orchid could also take a tongue-lashing like no other. She wasn’t too worried.

“T.E it is then,”[/b] She agreed. Orchid could understand the urge to keep one’s body finely tuned. The wolf before her would not have become a Captain if he’d let himself go. Bah, the very idea made her teeth grind. That anyone would not keep their body in perfect physical condition, and allow themselves to turn weak and soft? Why, the very idea was ridiculous! Muscle was harder to bite through than fat, after all.

Just makes them easier targets, I guess. I can live with that.[/i]

Her Captain walked past her, looking out onto the expanse of Cephean territory. Orchid’s head cocked, wondering what he was thinking. His expression gave nothing away, not even a hint. Triple-Eight was a locked box to her, one she wouldn’t ever be able to open without a key. Still, that wouldn’t stop her curiosity.

“Your… our home land is beautiful all the colours and nature of a warrior.” [/b]

She stepped up beside him, looking out at the land again. “Beautiful and harsh,”[/b] Orchid agreed softly. “Unforgiving, but powerful. You don’t survive here unless you have the drive, the strength. And we have that in spades.”[/b] Her voice grew prouder towards the end. She was nothing if not a patriot. Unlike Triple-Eight, she tended to wear her heart and emotions on her sleeve – for most of the time, anyway. She generally had to work at keeping her thoughts hidden. Even then, a twitch of her lips, the angle of her ears: all little tells which revealed her moods. His eyes were on hers again, and just as blank as before. She didn’t try to hide any of her thoughts; she wasn’t a skilled enough bluff to be able to trick him, anyway.

“I can see your well skilled in the art of fighting, how many true battles have you seen?”[/b]

His appraisal of her skills gave her a warm feeling in her belly… pride; proud of the fact that her new captain did not find her lacking. Again her head tilted, contemplating his question as she took a step or two closer. But she left him his space. “Depends, I guess, on what you consider a true battle. I’ve been in on a few of the big fights, helped take out some rival patrols that got too close to our borders.”[/b] Her lips curled in a grin. “They had no idea what hit them. I don’t think they’ll come calling again anytime soon.” [/b]

She remembered it, too: the thrill of the chase, the fight. They’d fallen upon their enemy like hawks upon hares. Even a Cephean yearling could be a threat, thanks to the standards of training. The taste of blood, the frenzy of the fight, muscle and skin and flesh tearing and rending under her over-sized fangs. Even now, she couldn’t say what packs, exactly, those patrols had belonged to. But it didn’t matter, because they had trespassed. And they were weak, falling far too easily under the might of Cepheus. Hmph. Probably Andromeda; they hadn’t been so weak as to be Cassiopeia, but her pack had a certain… understanding with the Orion pack. It wouldn’t have been them.

“Other than that… I mean, mostly brawls and practice with the others. I’ve been in a couple one-on-ones with loners we picked up for trespassing.”[/b] She glanced back towards her hindquarters. “That’s where I lost m’ tail. But, hey, lesson learned. And now they have nothing to grab, right?”[/b] And hadn’t that been a hard lesson to learn! She would never, ever underestimate desperation again. But she’d been young, still fairly green. She certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake now. And it truly did mean that there was nothing for an enemy to grab around back. One less vulnerability, as long as she could keep her balance. “You’ve obviously seen a lot, though. More than me, anyway.”[/b] She admired his scars again, thinking of all the battle he must have seen. “I’m far from earning that many marks… But I’ll keep trying.”[/b] She kept smiling, and left it open as to whether or not he’d talk about his own battles, now that she’d told some of hers.

“I’m ashamed to admit this but I still don’t know a lot about the other packs and this land I have traveled to, from what I’ve learnt they sound like fools but I must no more, would you tell me more?”[/b]

He’d turned away from her, maybe giving her a respite from his piercing, empty eyes. But it also meant something more to her. He was leveling with her, a tête-à-tête, so to speak. Well, if he could trust her enough to look away, she could certainly tell him what little she knew. Of course, what she ‘knew’ was prejudiced, pragmatic, and based less on experience and more on her pack’s beliefs. “Orion’s not so bad, I don’t think. They’re… sneaky, less strength and more cunning. But even if they’re tricky… they’re still willing to fight. They believe their First, the Orion who created their pack, is connected to the heavens, like us. We aren’t as likely to have any problems with them.”[/b] While it wasn’t exactly a secret that she had friends in Orion, it was still something generally not talked about. Still, she liked to think the few loose ‘friendships’ she’d formed would come in handy one day.

But then her thoughts turned to the other two packs living in the lands, and her thoughtful frown turned ugly. “But the two others,”[/b] Orchid growled. “They’re weak, cowards. The Andromeda are as twisted as they come, focusing on worshiping their ‘king’ instead of keeping strong. They’re all about rank. No one earns their place there. They’re just born into it.

“And the Cassiopeia! Idiots. They believe in peace at all costs.”[/b] Her voice dropped into a mocking tone on the word ‘peace’. “Pacifists. They hide in their mountains and avoid any and all confrontation. They don’t train, just chant and moan to their spirits. May Sol burn them and Luna leave them blind.”[/b] Orchid spat on the ground in disgust, adding emphasis as she cursed the Cassiopeia with the worst she could think of. Without Luna’s light, a soldier could not see, could not fight. And Sol’s vengeance was burning and all-consuming, capable of destruction just as much as growth.

“They have no honor. Their mountains could be such a stronghold!”[/b] Her yellow eyes narrowed, staring into the distance where she could barely see the mountain stronghold of the enemy, glimmering in the rising heat waves coming from the desert floor. “One day, we’ll track them down. Wipe them off the map. They don’t come anywhere near us, though. And honor means we leave them be… at least until the treaty is over…” [/b]

It was only then she realized how riled up she’d become; how much emotion had poured out. Her lips had curled into a sneer, and even the hackles along her withers had risen. She hadn’t lost control, of course – Cepheans always kept track of themselves! Bitterness towards the enemy was encouraged, sure. But it was probably disrespectful to allow herself to speak so strongly and loudly in the captain’s presence. “I apologize, T.E.”[/b] She muttered, remembering at the last moment to use his name and not his title. “They just… ooh, they drive me mad! How could they exist like that? It’s impossible. I want to… I want to… kill them for it,”[/b] Orchid admitted. “The way they act… it’s a disgrace to Sol!”[/b]
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“T.E it is then,”

Eight nodded to her. It was always a pain to say his name in full, so for the wolves he didn’t no to well T.E was fine it was short and sweet. He had never chocen his nicknames they had always been given to him by others. He was only ever call in his full name if he was being spoken to like a leader, or one other moment were is darker side would serfis it self.

“Beautiful and harsh,” Orchid agreed softly. “Unforgiving, but powerful. You don’t survive here unless you have the drive, the strength. And we have that in spades.”

Yes she somed it up well, he could hear her pride, she was oppasit to him in the emosions he could see that as plane as day, it wasn’t a bad thing it was normal it was only thanks to his past he was the way he was, when he had should his emisons when he was young they had been use agest him so he had turned them off, and never really changed. Deep down he admired her ablate to were her heart on her slev he could only manage that with those he held very close to his own heart, and they were all dead.

He thought traviled back to the land she spoke of, she was very right this pack had all that she said and the land matched that and in a way as long as they proved it strength to it when it tested them with sand stroms and such it would always aloue the pack to live there.
The power of the nacher was unmatched by any not even the demons that had kept him could match it thow they tried.
No how strong he or the pack became the earth could wipe them away with a mear breath of its power and they would fold like saplings in a gale.

And she was a mirro of that strength thow young and still had a long way to go she was by no means behind she was up there with the best.
“Depends, I guess, on what you consider a true battle. I’ve been in on a few of the big fights, helped take out some rival patrols that got too close to our borders.” Her lips curled in a grin. “They had no idea what hit them. I don’t think they’ll come calling again anytime soon.”

He saw her happness at his complment, she was almost pup like in her emossions well in one way she hadn’t since long grown out of puppyhood and became a adult so it wasn’t so strange but he would have smiled if he still had it in him. His face eyes and body stayed the same.

She hadn’t had to much exsprense but had cut her teeth in true battle, it would have been nice to be there. A first fight is important one, and the first kill was a true moment when you stepped into the relms of a worrier and eight felt on that moment they should always be recognition of the achment. He thought it would be a good thing to give them a mark, a scar to show they had made the transition, his brand had been his, thow done badly in a way it was a syimbole of that day and his strength.

“I bet I wouldn’t be surprised if many no of you and your fangs after that”, he said knowing that what ever pack they had come from they would have told the fellows of the long fanged wolf that had hit them so hard.

Other than that… I mean, mostly brawls and practice with the others. I’ve been in a couple one-on-ones with loners we picked up for trespassing.” She glanced back towards her hindquarters. “That’s where I lost m’ tail. But, hey, lesson learned. And now they have nothing to grab, right?”

The tail was not a nice thing to lose, but not suprising there was no sympathy for her loss, it didn’t even cross his mind, he wouldn’t exspect any from any one eals if he lost a lim, you adapted learn a new skill set. If any thing it made others fear you more, it became apart of you worrier prosona, any the enemy would rember it and fear it.

It remined him of his old friend and brother in arms, maybe later or another day he would tell her his storie. He thought stories were good to teach the young, to inspire them, she might be a little old for it so he would change it talk more of the wolfs tatics then what had append. But that was for another day.

“yes that’s it exascly, learn move on become better thanks to it”, he flicked what was left of his last ear. To drew attion to the point and nodded to her own.
“let them think they have wounded let them become overly confident then show them its nothing but a scratch nothing but a strength”, he said again that very suttle almost inposserbal to deteck change in his voice showed throw, it was fire the fire of battle. Eight could hear it in his voice he had never been this open to his emoissions (little as it was), it must be the pack it made his blood boil they were all like him he had found wolves that shared his belifs and most importantly the sense of honour.

“any kills to you name?”.

“You’ve obviously seen a lot, though. More than me, anyway.” She admired his scars again, thinking of all the battle he must have seen. “I’m far from earning that many marks… But I’ll keep trying.”

He didn’t hind them nore tried to hide them he was proud like her of them but never showed them off.
“you could say that, were I was from I frought a brutal war”, he said looking back at the land the images coming into his mind once more of all the moments that hard scared him in body and mind.
“and now I want to teach the next generasion the art of battle and war, give them there own bages of honour and help guide this pack into many victors to come”, his dead eyes showing a small like of inner flame that was beared away deep with in him.

“Orion’s not so bad, I don’t think. They’re… sneaky, less strength and more cunning. But even if they’re tricky… they’re still willing to fight. They believe their First, the Orion who created their pack, is connected to the heavens, like us. We aren’t as likely to have any problems with them.”

Cunning important for a worrier to have that, there was times that ever thing was needed, he decide to leave them unjuged till he meet them some time, then he would decide on what he thought of them.

“But the two others,” Orchid growled. “They’re weak, cowards. The Andromeda are as twisted as they come, focusing on worshiping their ‘king’ instead of keeping strong. They’re all about rank. No one earns their place there. They’re just born into it.

Now that cort his attsion not that he should it. The ider’s of kinds angered him more then any thing, it drove him back to his life in a cage. Born into things nothing was earnt they imposed rule with now regard to those they commanded it was all about one persons happness no other, here you had to earn your rank, you had to show like he had that you deserved it.

“And the Cassiopeia! Idiots. They believe in peace at all costs.” “Pacifists. They hide in their mountains and avoid any and all confrontation. They don’t train, just chant and moan to their spirits. May Sol burn them and Luna leave them blind

“They have no honor. Their mountains could be such a stronghold!”

Eight didn’t have time for wolves of such ignorance there was no space in this world for that way of mind, he wouldn’t waste any enegy on them unless they got near him, then they better scarper before he rose to meet them. He watched her anger and said nothing he let her have her moment of anger. That was her youth and he under stood that and it wasn’t something to shun or decorage it was better to divert that anger into more usefal and pratical things.

“One day, we’ll track them down. Wipe them off the map. They don’t come anywhere near us, though. And honor means we leave them be… at least until the treaty is over…”

Treaty? Now that was news to his ears, there was a treaty. He almost felt disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to have ago at the Andromeda lead a campaign agest them, but he would wait there was no good to come from getting annoyed about it, it was the way it was. He would ask about that later.

“I apologize, T.E.” She muttered, remembering at the last moment to use his name and not his title. “They just… ooh, they drive me mad! How could they exist like that? It’s impossible. I want to… I want to… kill them for it,” Orchid admitted. “The way they act… it’s a disgrace to Sol!”

He looked at her his dead eyes giving nothing way to her she wouldn’t no wether he was about to put her in her place or cheer her on.
“its fine, good to see you have passion but rember don’t waste to much strength on your anger with what they are, make your anger into drive to become stronger so when that great day comes you can crush them and throw them off the mountin they call home”, to be young again again he could have smiled.

He knew she proberbly knew all of that but it didn’t hurt to reminder her and with her one to one, he could do it in a more meaning full way, if this was a training session he would have should and told her that with a action no words.

He walked away from her a little to leave a 5 stride gap between them, there had been something that had been bugging him since he got to this land and now he wanted to know what it was all about.

“iv seen some of you and the wolves in this land with powers such the likes I never seen in my home land, now show me yours”, he said the last words again had that very suttle hint to them, he wasn’t asking, his body was now that of a fighter gone was the relaxsed eage to it. He had been training and now he wanted to see what this land had given its wolves.

(please forgive my spelling, and I thought that ending would be fun and a good mix up of things )