Ambassadors With Purpose {Liam/Karos/Nuri}

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/idris-middle.png] The pale sands of the Renegade Outskirts were cool and soft beneath Idris's paws, shifting strangely beneath her weight as she padded along beside the young male she'd taken as her apprentice of sorts. This sort of terrain was unfamiliar to her, though she had done a great deal of traveling, both in her wandering, rogue youth and in the last several months of service to the Realm, patrolling mountains, forest, and field. She lifted her head to scent the air, pausing as she did so. The smell of the Renegade pack was very strong now, strong enough that she was sure they had crossed into the borders, and so she stopped. There was a different smell beneath it, though; it was salty, fresh, bright, and tangy, and made her think of swift breezes, leaping, lively fish, and glistening shells. These were all things she had heard about a great deal, but never seen herself. Now she looked out at the ocean, the strangest sight of all for one who had lived in a landlocked territory in the heart of the isle. Many of the songs of her people dealt with that immense expanse of water, teeming with life but undrinkable, leading to places unknown and inaccessible to all but the hardiest of adventurers. A small part of her was curious to know what lay beyond, to seek her fortune in those mythic places as the legends of old had, but her heart was still in Traum, tied to the gentle, rolling hills, the thick woodland, and the waving grass. Idris turned to Liam, hoping she hadn't driven him too hard. It was not a very difficult journey in terms of terrain from the Everfall Fields to Renegade's land, but it was certainly long, and she had rested little, hoping to reach the alphas during their window of opportunity. The Revolt was still distracted, but who knew how long that would last? She smiled, letting herself pant a little to show her sympathies. She WAS thirsty, now that it came to it, but relieving her needs could wait. "I'd say we're solidly in Renegade territory now, m'boy," she said, sitting herself down on her rump. A thin layer of loose sand whirled over the harder packed sand beneath her, swirling around her paws and body before continuing on its spiral way. "Best to let our hosts know they've got visitors." Tilting her head up so that her strong neck was a column of upward-pointing muscle and fur, she let out a howl of greeting and questioning. It was bold and immediate, but began quietly, differentiating it from the harsh, challenging cry of an enemy, and from the alarm call of a sentry or wounded pack member. The wide open spaces of the seaside blunted her volume somewhat, which she hadn't been expecting, but she took in another chestful of air mid-howl and increased the pressure of her lungs, working them like bellows to bring the call up to a ringing clarity. Her howl faded, and she began the wait, the only sound afterwards the rustling of grasses on the dunes.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Liam-Blue---MIDDLE.png] The Renegade. They were like friendly neighbors Liam had grown next to all his life. Yet he had never let his paws linger here. Having heard so much about the other packs from his father. He was glad to have finally come to the infamous Renegade lands. To meet the long standing Anakaros and Nuri. It was simply intriguing to his growing and curious mind. Idris verch Rhonwen. The great warrior walked to the left and a bit ahead of himself. It seemed only moments ago when Liam had learned from Idris and Serena themselves he'd begin training to become a strong warrior like Idris. Even as a fae, she was perhaps one of the strongest and wisest wolves he had ever met. And he had been granted the opportunity to train with her. "I'd say we're solidly in Renegade territory now, m'boy," Her soft, yet strong voice roamed around them. In response, he nodded with a smile. He found it difficult walking through the sand. Feeling the small pieces of crushed earth seeping in between his pads. The sound of the ocean was overwhelming as its waves came up and engulfed whatever may be upon the beach. He thought the same as Idris, what could be out there, beyond the large blue. "Best to let our hosts know they've got visitors." Liam continued to look out toward ocean. As the sound of her loud howl slightly shocked him. A small flinch, as his ears pressed back from the sound. He figured it wouldn't take long for them to arrive, but the urge to let his legs give out from under him was tempting. It was a long journey, but luckily the hunting days for his mother had helped him in that stat. Small and young, he had much growing still do. Most of all he had a lot to learn still. He was looking forward to the training. To be able to truly call himself a warrior. But he wasn't very aware he had a lot of time. That fluffy pure white pelt flew to the ground, as he layed in the sun warmed sand. Not covered by snow, he was so grateful of that small factor.

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] Traum had settled into the season of winter, and the Renegade lands were not immune to the frigid temperatures, nor the snow that fell from the sky. The mountain ranges experienced the heaviest of the weather, making it difficult to navigate on the higher cliffs. It wasn't the snow so much as the ice, and it was that reason that my Pack tended to stay away from the higher elevations. Instead of roaming about the high cliffs, I'd been making the others travel through the mountain pass, a way out of the lake area that was safer. Perhaps not easier considering it took longer to travel around the mountains rather than through them, but I'd rather the time be taken rather that find a dead member lying in the snow. The Kenosha Creek was better off than the mountains were, though the creek--I preferred to call it a stream, for the term creek made it seem less significant--was frozen over. The thick trees made the traveling easier some of the time, for it blocked the wind and there was less of a snow layer, but it too, was not immune. That section of the territory was closer to the Rogue lands, and therefore the inner section of the island. The outer portions, where my territory touched the great waters that stretched out for miles around, seemed to be slightly immune. Of course, it would still snow from time to time, and once I had even seen the flakes of snow mingle with the grains of sand. It had been a strange sight, the two substances residing briefly together. Today, however, the beach seemed clear of the white fluff, and the skies stretched from the trees on one side all the way to the horizon one the other, where sky met sea. I stood on the pale beach with my neck craned upward, my eyes staring at the zenith as I thought about each aspect of my territory. Each section was beautiful, in each of its own ways. I wasn't sure which section was my favorite; I felt as if I had equal pride in each place. Slowly I lowered my muzzle, my head returning to its normal position. My prime had long since passed; the recent events seemed to have literally etched lines on my face. I worried that my time of being an Alpha was waning, though I had yet to find a proper candidate to replace me. I had been hoping to rely on Zexion, though he had been missing for a while. Xecir was older than I was, being higher on the family tree, so I couldn't use him for this position. Before everything had gone down, I'd been thinking that Jesse could take my place; it would be ideal. But he was still with the Revolt, and I didn't know if he even wanted the position anymore. Surely he must think I was a failure...Thinking of this literally made me wince. And Netyri! I hadn't heard a connection from her; I'd been in contact with a wolf who had known and talked to Jesse, though I hadn't heard from my baby girl. This worry had gnawed at me for months, and I wasn't sure how much I could take. I'd always been worried that I would go crazy. I had been especially worried while we were at war with Cesaru, because he had tempted me to the nth degree. I'd nearly felt insane, but I'd held on, and I'd been victorious. My scary signs of insanity had faded away. Recently, however, they returned, and that struck a fear so deep in me that I didn't know how to cope. I'd been hearing things, things that weren't there. I'd done my best to conceal these things from my Pack--especially Nuri--but I didn't know how much they had detected. I had started thinking irrational thoughts, things such as suicide. I wouldn't go through with it, because how in the world would that help my two children?! But the fact that the thoughts were there....I literally shivered. And as I stood there, trying to figure out what was going to happen next as far as my mind went, a sound erupted into the air. It was filled with somewhat of an authority, yet there was a question within it. I had heard such a call before, and it reminded me of Serena, who had come by this area before. It was nearly the same section of the territory, too, so I suspected that it was one of the Realm. It wasn't Serena, though, because this voice was different. I drew in a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh, shaking my fur before starting the trip. She wasn't too far ahead, but I didn't want to make anyone wait. Even in this strange, possibly insane state, I was still attempting to be courteous. My body sunk into a quick paced trot, and with my long stride, it didn't take long to reach my visitors. Plural, yes, because there was another wolf with the one who had summoned me. A male and a female were here; surprisingly, it was the male who was smaller than the she-wolf. But as I looked at the creature, I discovered that his features were still boy-ish; he was not yet full grown. The female, however, was, and I assumed that she was the caller. Naturally, I addressed her, but I glanced at the pale one to include him as well. He wasn't here for nothing. I assumed that Serena had him in a training program. It was hard to let my eyes linger on him for very long, because his boy-ish features reminded me so strongly of Jesse's. I hoped fiercely that they wouldn't notice my internal problems. "Welcome," I called out, slowing my pace down as I got closer. "I assume you have been sent by Serena, yes? I am Anakaros, pleased to see you here." I hoped that they had more news, but I was terrified of letting myself get hopeful. If my hopes rose, then surely they would again crash, and I was far from sure about how many more blows I could endure. ooc:// I haven't played with Anakaros in a while, so I felt pretty museful. ^^ Wow, I broke 1000 words....Sunny is proud. C:

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/idris-middle.png] The big, sable wolf was highly evident on the white sand beach, and he was not attempting to hide, either; his main emphasis seemed to be on speed, his long legs propelling him steadily forward. His progress was swift, and his form rushed up towards them, altering in size from the small figure of distance to that of a full grown wolf before them. She stood, respectfully, not wanting to appear too blithely at ease. Closer, Idris could see that he was somewhat aged. Not old--no one would call him old, not still with strength and a physique like that--but reaching his silver years, certainly. His face seemed weary, haggard, and lean, and she imagined it might not be long before silver furs actually began sprouting up within that pitch black coat. The thought made her sad. Unless she was mistaken, this was Anakaros. Serena, too, was showing some of the first signs of age, despite her doughty body and determination. It seemed she had made her way into the great machinations of the realm just at a time when the giants who orchestrated it were weakening under the years. With luck, her words might inspire some hope in the stern alpha. "Welcome," he pronounced as he drew near, pace slowing to a halt. "I assume you have been sent by Serena, yes? I am Anakaros, pleased to see you here." Idris bowed her head and kept it low for a good moment, flicking her eyes meaningfully to Liam to make sure he rose for the alpha, and that he copied her motion. Her feather, its half cool, half warm purple still strange to her eyes, fluttered along the side of her face, pulled down by her motion. Through its hazy gleam, she noticed with some surprise that the alpha's eyes were almost the same shade of violet. She had never thought to see those colors on a wolf before. "Greetings, and Serena's respects to you, Anakaros." She lifted her head again, but kept her tail cautiously low. "My name is Idris verch Rhonwen, and this is Liam." She looked once more to the bright-eyed adolescent, smiling affectionately. "He's being trained as a Guardian Cadet; a noncombatant for this war, but to be prepared for the future. We thought it'd be best for him to learn of alliances as well as enemies." He had already acquitted himself well in making the full journey uncomplaining, but Idris knew there was still much more to come. And, as much of a bright spot as his training was in her life, Anakaros would want to know the official purpose of their visit. She trained her eyes just below his, so that they had the effect of meeting and being visible, but without providing a challenge to authority. In this moment of relative peace, her irises were largely their deep, golden brown; only the slightest flickers of amber and glowing coals appeared when she thought of the heroics to come. No sense in flitting around the point. "The Revolt is grown careless lately," she began. "There seems to be some sort of internal unrest; though with the way they run themselves, I'm not surprised." Her muzzle twisted and wrinkled up slightly, a wry and disdainful expression, slightly amused at the emotional antics of that crowd. "If there's a time before full war breaks out that it would be ideal for us to send in a group to retrieve your children, this would be it. But they are YOUR children, sir, and so your choice. I know the risks must be apparent to you." Idris wondered if she was coming across as too brusque, but there was little for it, now. She risked a glance slightly upward, brows furrowing briefly in an expression of empathy before smoothing out to a military at-attention. "We also thought that if there was any more news on The Revolt's movements, it might have reached you."

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Liam-Blue---MIDDLE.png] You could see the distant skies. They were grey, large clouds. Full of snow ready to blanket over Traum like it did so often in this season. Winter wasn't particularly Liam's favorite season considering the cold, but also because of the dull color. It seemed to have a dim gray coloring all season. Even with the sun out, their was a light creme but that was it. He wished for bright colors of green, yellow, reds and blues. These were the flowing pure colors of his heart. A darkened figure had emerged from the inner lands. Swift ebony flashed over the lands with ease. This was... Anakaros, Liam thought. Having heard little things about the other packs. He was well aware of the infamous Anakaros and Nuri. Black and white, contrasting as they both made ideal Alphas for the Renegade. As if meeting a living legend, like Serena, Anakaros was standing only feet away in front of him. Liam felt his curled fluffy tail flick with eager happiness upon his back. "Welcome, I assume you have been sent by Serena, yes? I am Anakaros, pleased to see you here." The voice was what seemed wise and pure. As his presence came closer, Liam stood to his feet. Small paws, that needed to fill in large paw prints. As loose sand fell freely from his fluffy white pelt. Landing back into the large landscape of sands that seemed to travel through time as they never disappeared or grew away like the leaves or grass all around him which was frozen beneath a layer of frost or snow. Idris had glanced to Liam to make sure he was following actions. "My name is Idris verch Rhonwen, and this is Liam. He's being trained as a Guardian Cadet; a noncombatant for this war, but to be prepared for the future. We thought it'd be best for him to learn of alliances as well as enemies." Idris addressed him so respectfully, feeling so high among the ground as Idris smiled toward him. That flickering tail lingered on with the emotions to keep his tail wagging quietly. As his name was spoken, he bowed his dome toward Anakaros in his own respects. Meeting Iris' pale purple with blue specks reflecting blazing true purple orbs. "It's a pleasure to meet a legend such as yourself, Sir. Anakaros." Being respectful and loyal was something his father had taught him well. While it was true, he was here to start learning the in and outs of Traum, the lucky fool. The Revolt is grown careless lately," Idris went on talking of the Revolt. Thick, awkward untrained ears kept strong on their conversation. He knew the Revolt was an ally of the Order. Their two prime enemies for this war. And from what he could remember from rumors was, Anakaros had lost his two kin from the Revolt. Kidnapped, whom knows what else could have happened. For his mother wouldn't let him out of her sight when the stories went around of pups being kidnapped for their evil-doings. He was grateful it wasn't him, enslaved by the Revolt. His mother had once told him of his first beginnings. How she was fortunate to have him. The grips of death held on to Liam's ankles until he able to see. Being born to early, it was the sign of his smaller structure and incapability to fight in this war. Still young, he has nothing to blame other than fate itself. Yet that little fact, that he fought for his life at birth gave him more hope and determination to do whatever he could to protect Traum. To impress father, mother, Serena and Idris, in fact the whole Island.

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] She dipped her head at once, a gesture I was plenty used to when it came to foreign relations. The Realm was becoming a strong Ally, and I'd always respected their forces, even before we'd worked so cooperatively together. They stood for something so great, something that I wish I myself could have represented. I recognized that their cause was perhaps better than my own; never would I have thought that in my younger, arrogant days. With my faltering attitude regarding myself, I felt this way. 'Greetings, and Serena's respects to you, Anakaros.' So yes, the wonderful Serena had sent them. It wasn't much of a surprise; I had expected to hear back from them. When her head dipped, I noticed the feather floating playfully above her head; oh, but no, it was attached! I vaguely remembered that Serena herself had such a feather, though hers had matched the blue intensity of her eyes. I wondered what each stood for, and also how they attached the things to themselves. 'My name is Idris verch Rhonwen, and this is Liam. He's being trained as a Guardian Cadet; a noncombatant for this war, but to be prepared for the future. We thought it'd be best for him to learn of alliances as well as enemies.' My eyes moved reluctantly to the youngster by her side. Once again, his young age reminded me so much of my own son, and I had been reluctant to allow my gaze to linger on him for an extended period of time. But I could not be rude, either, so there was no other option. He was quite respectful and mindful of his own actions, I noticed, which put him as a decent creature in my book. His head dipped, too, as he strived to mimic Idris in the field of respectful greetings. 'It's a pleasure to meet a legend such as yourself, Sir. Anakaros.' A legend! Hah! I wanted to scowl at that title, and I'm sure some sort of expression came across my face that was similar to the scowl, though I managed to erase it before it lingered too long. Once I had thought of myself as such. In the glory of ending Cesaru's life, I'd felt very much as a legend. After all, why shouldn't the island be grateful for my doings? But I was letting everyone down these days. The Revolt was off doing what they pleased, and I failed to stop them. I was such a failure. I had to force myself to respond to Liam. "Ah, well, thank you, Liam. I wish you luck in your training." Because this was a hard, hard world, and he was going to need all the training he could get. 'The Revolt has grown careless lately.' And here we were, straight to the purpose of their visit. I sighed, loathing that we even had to mention those cowards, but it was necassary. I lowered my haunches, and gave an indication with my muzzle that they were free to sit as well if they so please. My ears were pointed attentatively toward Idris verch Rhowen--such a mouthfull of a name. 'There seems to be some sort of internal unrest; though with the way they run themselves, I'm not surprised.' While her muzzle twisted into a sort of mocking expression toward the Revolt, nothing changed in my expression. I noted that I must seem quite plain in a way, and hardened. I didn't used to be this way. I liked to think that I'd once been able to provide a decent, enjoyable conversation. It was hard to go through the simple motions of everyday life, much less discussions like these. I was tempted to mutter something derogatory in regard to our topic, but I remembered a younger soul was present. 'If there's a time before full war breaks out that it would be ideal for us to send in a group to retrieve your children, this would be it. But they are YOUR children, sir, and so your choice. I know the risks must be apparent to you.' I was quiet as I considered this. I turned it over in my mind, putting it into perspective with everything I'd already thought about. Believe me, I'd had so much time to consider different things, to wander, to wish. To form entire battle plans in my mind...What I would do to each Revolt member if I had the chance to face them. Some of these scenarios were something you'd associate with Cesaru, not his 'better' brother. 'We also thought that if there was any more news on The Revolt's movements, it might have reached you.' Ah, yes, it certainly had. A few weeks prior, a young she-wolf had wondered into these lands with a message. I'd been wary of her, and wary that her message was even legit, though after a while, I'd finally accepted it as truth. Jesse was alive, and apparently very well, all things considered. He'd gotten the she-wolf to come to my lands and tell me precisely where the Revolt members were camped out--that's my boy. I'd been reluctant to launch my forces, though. It appeared that the time to do so was very close. "Yes, one of your own; at least, I believe she was of your Realm. I am not entirely sure. Anyway, Azalea came by a few weeks ago with a message from my son. The Revolt is currently stationed in the Crystal Stream, though they do roam where they please." It was hard to get riled up right now. I knew that I should be excited, because my opportunity was here, but it felt like my emotions had vanished. I felt strangely hollow. "I feel with this information, along with yours, it may be the best time to attack now." ooc:// Something's wrong with him. Even though I've wanted to push him into a more crazy direction, he's doing all of it on his own. He's going crazy on his own, if that makes any sense at all. I have a feeling that he's going to start doing some pretty wierd stuff when the battles go down. He might actually lose his mind.

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/idris-middle.png] Idris nodded approvingly as Liam copied her actions, and then respectfully addressed the alpha, his natural cheer still showing through. She had some slight doubts still about having requested to train him--not about his ability, she was sure he would pull through fine, but about that effervescent innocence. It seemed a crime to expose such youth to the degradations of war, even if he wouldn't be fighting--but, then again, he would surely come to experience them anyway. Best if he faced them with preparation on his side. She noticed, however, that Anakaros's eyes seemed to slide uncomfortably off the youngster; he gave him a quick glance, enough to be polite, then swiftly reverted to her. Of course. His children. She felt a guilty pang, and then worry. What if he disapproved of training one so young? What if the sight made him too nervous to go through with the rescue? Then again, what if it spurred him on? The sable alpha made a gesture with his head, and Idris took the invitation, relaxing her submissive posture and seating herself on the temperate sands. It was too late to hide Liam from him now, at any rate, so she decided to let things continue as they were, and hopefully her last guess was correct. "Yes, one of your own; at least, I believe she was of your Realm. I am not entirely sure. Anyway, Azalea came by a few weeks ago with a message from my son." Idris nodded, sharply, and smiled a little. "Sharp boy," she said, simply. "The Revolt is currently stationed in the Crystal Stream, though they do roam where they please." This, at least, was information that Idris had known already; she gave another thoughtful nod. Something seemed slightly off about Anakaros. He had experienced a great deal of hurt and trauma recently, but this seemed to go beyond and below that. He didn't bear the anguish on his features, and when he spoke about the Revolt, there was no fire in his voice or his eyes, only a blank kind of duty. Discomfort churned in the pit of her stomach, tightening slightly. What had happened to this great warrior and leader? "I feel with this information, along with yours, it may be the best time to attack now." Another little spark of excitement flashed in those hot ember eyes, though she kept her face stern and serious, knowing that this male's children were in the balance. "I was hoping you would say that, sir," she began, a new energy in her speech. She might not know what haunted Anakaros so deeply, but she could certainly provide her own spark and determination. "Are there any wolves in particular you have in mind for the mission? Too large a group and we'd attract too much notice leaving our territories; I'd say no more than five. A few scout or spy types in the mix would help, as well." ((OOC: Aw, poor guy. But it's kinda cool when characters do that, anyway.))

[Ashes]

I was in my den when I heard it, the call for the Alpha. 'Karos or I could answer it but I felt that I should. I hadn't done much lately but moped around wishing for my children. After my failure to gain information from Dragunov I fell back in my stupor, just living day to day, hoping that they would come back. Deep down my brain told me that sitting there wasn't going to accomplish anything, but my aching heart ignored the rational voice and that led to the moping miserable state that I had ben in recently. Of rsome reason the call I heard from the beach brought me from it. The time to act was coming soon, that much I knew from hearing about strategic meetingd from Anakaros. So, slowly, my legs stretched until I was standing (which wasn't far given my short stature). Just because I had decided that I would meet these strangers, that's what they were because the voice wasn't anyone I recognized, didn't mean that I would be in any state to receive visitors. So I walked slowly, allowing time for the sadness to wash away, and for the formidable attitude that I tried to posses whenever I was performing my duies as Alphess. From the volume and direction of the sound I coudl tell that whoever it was was on the beach. It wouldn't take long to get there, even at my slow pace, because our den was close, right in a cliff off the ocean. Taking a deep breath, I put my foot forward and began the short, but emotional walk.

When the beach came in sight I immediatly saw Karos, his huge black frame in stark contrast with the pure white sand. My gaze flicked quickly over the two males that also occupied the beach. I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying, I figured it was just greetings anyway, but I did pay attention to the physique of the two males. One was larger, and a deep amber color. The other was smaller, closer to my size, was also like me, white. Or creme maybe. The feature that the two strangers did have in common, was muscle mass. I saw well defined bodies beneath the fur. They were warriors, wolves that you would want as your friends. Good thing I saw no hostility in any of the beasts in front of me. Putting on my bravest face I mved to stand next to my mate, and gave the newcomers a welcomeing smile. "I'm sorry it took me so long, I was kind of preoccupied. You two look as though you're from the Warrior's Realm. How's Serena?"

ooc//: sorry she's so depressing. i cant write her any other way with her kids gone.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Liam-Blue---MIDDLE.png] Why had Anakaros given a hesitant look? Liam was very insightful, was he not? Always thinking about others before himself. Something he obtained from his father all too well. Yet their was this slight hesitation in Anakaros actions as he turned to Liam. There was no lead, or small reason to a reason why. But even Liam had noticed in the slightest, in a way he was glad he noticed such a thing, but then curiosity ate at him. "Ah, well, thank you, Liam. I wish you luck in your training." He smiled happily, that fluffy tail in action as it wagged back and forth. The domesticated Inu trait was very clear with in both Liam's actions and face. The domesticated dog was often to thrilled, to happy. The metabolism within his young body was astounding really. Hence he truly looked forward to this challenge, to become a true warrior. To follow those footsteps his father left for him to fill. Continued talk of this Revolt hindered the atmosphere. Those thick ears continued to flick back and forth as he made note of every little thing. Most of all, Idris. She kept a strong form, looking so strong so confident, so intimidating. Her large build, along side her attitude made her unstoppable in his eyes. While she used such wisdom and truth behind her words in the conversation, yet staying friendly. It was so amazing to Liam. Another figure was approaching. Putting all concentration toward that suddenly, he wanted to try and figure whom it was before the other two. Why? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to Impress them or something. He suddenly wanted to wow them, or surprise them in the most positive way. But even as he scented the air, a white figure appeared and the only thing he knew was perhaps the Alphess. Yet he kept that smile, happy to be seeing the other infamous Renegade Alpha. "I'm sorry it took me so long, I was kind of preoccupied. You two look as though you're from the Warrior's Realm. How's Serena?" He bowed his head toward the beautiful Alphess. Her fur that of angelic snow, like his own. Bound by his youth, he kept that faithful expression strong. The mentioning of Serena aroused him slightly. The fact he knew her, was so close to her. They cared for each other at that made him feel special, but he knew all to well that was nothing to throw his weight around with. It meant he had the one of a kind opportunity.

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] 'Sharp boy.' I nodded, a slight smirk forming on my mouth, but there was no emotion behind it. Yes, I was proud of my boy for getting a message through; I wondered vaguely how many times he had tried before it worked. Though I was somewhat excited to be making some progress, I wasn't sure if I really believed in it. There was only a ghost of hope in me, because I'd believe it when I saw it. 'I was hoping you would say that, sir.' I could detect a flash of excitement in her warm eyes, though she kept up a serious front. I found that I respected her; she reminded me of Serena in that she kept a cool, calm head. Of course, I hadn't known her more than ten minutes, but that was my first impression of her. I kept quiet, my ears remaining attentive as we talked plans. 'Are there any wolves in particular you have in mind for the mission? Too large a group and we'd attract too much notice leaving our territories; I'd say no more than five. A few scout or spy types in the mix would help, as well.' "Mm, yes, a small group would be ideal." My voice sounded vague, and I blinked, trying to pull myself together. I was usually great with making battle plans; after all, due to my own personal planning, my Pack had taken down Cesaru's Gang. If only I could make such beautiful plans again. "Let's see..." But my train of thought was interrupted when I realized another had come to join us. I turned my head, settling my eyes on my beautiful mate. Nuri came to stand beside me, and without thinking much about it, I stretched my neck out to lick her narrow muzzle, nuzzling it with mine. Ying and yang, we were, yes. I noticed how weary she looked, though she looked so much better than I felt. She was able to keep up a relatively happy front, plaster a smile on her face, and ask how things were. "Hello love." 'I'm sorry it took me so long, I was kind of preoccupied. You two look as though you're from the Warrior's Realm. How's Serena?' I glanced back to the other two, though I didn't care much for their answer. I was still thinking of who I would take with me. Xecir, of course. He was getting up there in age, but there was no one I trusted more. Mustang was even bigger than I was, I do believe, and he would be ideal for a force. I thought of the ones I'd assigned to my border patrol, and I knew that they'd be perfect for scouts. I had an idea of who I would take along with me, but I'd wait for Nuri to settle herself into the conversation before I'd present them.