Why Don't You Do The Talking(Lilitu)

[StarlingsHour]

Chikao lay on the lush grash that lined the dark caverns. He had chosen a quiet little corner to no ones suprise. It had been about a week since he had been accepted into the pack and yet he still hadn't made any acquaintances in this place. That was probably for the best though since he didn't enjoy speaking in any fashion and avoided it at all costs.

If he had found a friend they would have expected him to talk and he just wasn't willing to oblige them. Only his leaders could get him to talk at this point and that was on command only. Chikao was quite content with his new life though. He didn't have to keep looking over his shoulder afraid of what may be there. There was plenty of space to run and keep fit and a decent amount of game available. Yes, Chikao is quite happy here.

The soft grass shifted into his fur and he felt the cold blades agains his skin. Eye lids started to slide shut into a peaceful sleep, something rarely known to him. That's when he heard footsteps coming toward him. More out of habit than out of precaution he sat himself up and looked and listened intently to find the owner of the footsteps.

[❦Mufasa❦]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Lilitu-Frozen---MIDDLE.png] The mistress of black velvet slipped through the cavern, where she had visited so many times before. The first time she had met Memphis was here. It brought back memories, bad ones, yet good ones at the same time, if that made any sense. She did not exactly know how to describe what she was feeling. In search of company, but one that was not your regular coming into Lucifer's. Of course, she knew so few of the pack members herself that it was truly hard to judge what the 'regular' wolf in Lucifer's was. But if they were anything like Memphis, she knew they must have been the scourge of Traum before they banded with Enchanted and Warriors to disband the Order. Lilitu, her calling described her well, for the most part. A demon goddess of the night. No, she did not claim to be a goddess, but the night folded about her and her blackened pelt like a long, trailing cloak, much like that of one she imagined a goddess to wear. No, the legend did not describe her either. She would never dream of harming pups, never would she steal a pup from its mother. That was much too cruel for even her to fathom. Her ears flickered back as a thought of how the Order would surely do such a thing crossed her mind. Soon, she had reached the center-most clearing in the cavern, a white wolf with black patches about his body and electric blue eyes sat in the corner, attentive and staring right at her. The forest green orbs bored into his endless blue seas, her ears flickered and her lips drew back, taking in his scent. She had not met this one before, no. He must be new. Was this the new Crusader she had heard of? Yes...it appeared so. He fit the description that had whispered through the winds of the pack lands well. She was a long-time Crusader herself, and therefore rather experienced, or so she hoped, even though there was a lack of battles. And, having been in the pack for over six months now, which was something she was very proud of, she was surprised she had not met this wolf...she kind of took it upon herself to find out who each new member was, just because they were a family, and it was odd to her to not know her family. But she unfortunately had not gotten very far with that one. She dreamed of ascending to the rank of Templar one day, to be able to stand beside Tokarev Solokov, who, despite his lineage was really a wolf she respected and admired highly. She eyed over the wolf and said, "Hello, I am Lilitu? And your name?" Her voice seeped with pride, a mask she held when she did not know if she would like the one wolf she was speaking to. It was just automatic, even though they were in the same pack. "You would not happen to be the new Crusader, would you?" She asked again after a moments thought.

[StarlingsHour]

The wolfess that approached him was a black the color of the night sky with piercing green eyes that seemed just as vivid as his own were pale and eerie. He could easily see how those eyes could cut someone straight through like a knife, but Chikao didn’t worry about such trivial things. "Hello, I am Lilitu? And your name?"

Here we go again. Wouldn’t life be easier if wolves would just be satisfied with a nod and move on? Probably not, but it would ensure that Chikao never need use his own voice. Letting out a mental sigh he replied with unintended gruffness in his voice. “Chikao is my name.” It wasn’t that he had wanted to be rude or anything but from misuse his words always seemed to have that indifference to them that others could call upon with their own will.

“You would not happen to be the new Crusader, would you?” Lilitu acted as though she was in charge here. Well, she probably was considering he had only just joined and she seemed a well established member of this pack. He mine as well give it a shot and not try and tick her off. That tended to happen when people first met him. Unfortunately he would never run after someone who walked away from him. He was better off alone anyway.

Chikao tilted his head to better look up at her as he considered the precise words he would say to distinguish this Crusader talk. He was no Crusader, not even worthy of the name for the dirty work he performed. A thought whorled into his head then though. Maybe it would be better to be considered a Crusader than let it be found what he really was, but that would bring unwanted attention and he needed none of that. Perhaps he could tell her he had been a loner that decided it was time to take a side than be forced into one. That was true enough was it not? If his area of expertise had not also been a consideration then that would be exactly his story. This took the time period of about ten seconds; such was one of the many skills of an assassin.

“I was a loner, but with this war I needed not to be forced into a pack so I chose my own.” An amount of veracity was needed for his job to ensure that he would be able to pry secrets from those he interacted with on a daily basis. Of course he needed to keep his purpose a secret for what good was an assassin if everyone knew of him? No, his new leaders would come to know him soon enough but not the others. They would have to be kept in the dark. It would be interesting to see where the Lucifer’s would send him for his first mission.

[❦Mufasa❦]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Lilitu-Frozen---MIDDLE.png] She studied the wolf with keen eyes, the green pools seeming to bore into the very back of his mind as they raked harshly along his pelt, up and down in order to get a full idea of just how this wolf was. "Chikao is my name." Chikao...an interesting name. One that sounded foreign, almost Asian...yes, Asian. Meaning clever, if she was not mistaken. It spoke true from what she gleaned of him. “I was a loner, but with this war I needed not to be forced into a pack so I chose my own.” He spoke but not until after a somewhat long pause...no more than fifteen seconds, but long enough to pick up. He was thinking...and the way he avoided her question. Something was up. "But you have not yet been given a rank." She said, not quite a question, more of a statement. It was a loose attempt at learning more about him by having him speak. It worked often, but she doubted that it would work with this wolf...and if it did not, then she would have just that much more of an idea of what his mind looked like. So in reality, it was a win-lose no matter how you looked at it unless of course she had lost her touch. She had left home a long while ago, and had not had to deal with such calculating minds such as this one. That much she was sure of...but she was determined to prevail. Her eyes, still narrowed, still studying him, but this time they focused on his face, her peripheral taking in the rest of him. She waited for the micro-expressions, or for the facial muscle twinges that would give something away.