[ED] i sense there's something in the wind...

[Akante]

.:Verressa:. said:

((Sorry for the lateness, was just accepted! But I'll be righting this as a few days after her acceptance))

Black paws walked as elegant features swayed with each stride that the female took. She had come back, back to where it began, where she had first seen the blue female challenging for the land they now walked on. She wasn’t surprised, she had known, sensed that the female she now followed, the girl she called Captain, was one of great power and ambition. Who knew, just as well as Verressa did, to get what she wanted by any means. It was because of that did the beautiful female chose to follow her, and that’s why she had promised herself she would return. And she had.
A call sounded, a familiar call and one that she knew was her leader, and so she turned, moving in an graceful beauty over the lands as she went to great that call. She hadn’t seen Rita since that day, and it seemed with this meeting she would get a chance to. It took a few moments for sapphire eyes to fall over the blue figured and already others had joined just as she begun to talk.
"My fellow beasts..." The female started just as Verressa sat down, "...of El Dorado." She was apart of that now, she was a beast. Over the past few days, Verressa had learned a lot about her new pack, including the ranks and what was to be expected of her. And so when the female finished her speech, asking of their names and who they wanted to be in the pack, she had no trouble answering. She would say "Aye" along with the others, showing her willingness to give the blue woman her loyalty. After all, thats why she was here aye?

However she was not the first, others spoke up before her, but once those who had spoke shut their maws, she lifted her voice as well. “My name is Verressa, captain, and I am good with both body language and speaking with my mouth. I am tactile, clever, cunning and I know how to obtain things. I am a good worker and a girl with a lot of ambition you may say. I can wear many faces...but I am loyal to those I have pledged myself to.” There was truth in her words, yes this girl was not lieing. However she was a very good lier, she just wasn't lieing now. But there were many things she guessed she could obtain, but her point was clear. She was a girl who could work the room, who could use her body, her mouth, and her mind to what she, or in this case her pack, wanted. “I wish to obtain the rank of Siren if you chose to give it to me.”

[Akante]

Mara. said:

((Mara's only going to flick an ear to acknowledge Theta, listen and eventually amble back out to his island, so yep. He is the antisocial. >>;;

I was going to write an IC post for it anyway but then I was like...lolwhat'sthepoint. will still do if you need an IC exit, but otherwise, /exit Mara.))

[Akante]

Gerhart said:

Just assume Theta followed him then, since he wouldn't hang around if Mara left
/SHEEP

[Akante]

Shark said:

Whoo whee~

There were a lot of cats showing to this thing. Not cats specifically, but there was a ton of critters he hadn't quite met yet here. Looking around there was a fox, a weasel, he knew the weasel, wolves he didn't know, that stupid horse and the human, and Rita. Ah Rita. She looked so-- so-- regal sitting on top the rock.

"I don't know. Guess we'll just have to wait and see, hm?"

Eyes drifted back down to Fairah, and he was back into playboy mode, or the country gentleman to be more specific. He gave the girl a slight nod of the head in agreement, and played a small smirk on his maw. He could see the face of the femme become softer and more gentle as he got his flirt on.

And then RIta began a speech, one of most epic proportion, and Shark sat back and listened to his honey-pie talk. She spoke of being lazy fucks, and the consequences of being such. He had no intention of becoming one of those in any point in the future, he would make sure to uphold his bargain and do what he was supposed to. He quite liked intimidating people on the border anyway, it was a thrill. Then Rita went on and on and on about ranks and a money system and frankly Shark couldn't be more less interested. He knew what he wanted to be doing, but he wondered if Rita would let him, but all in all he nodded his head at the end to signal he agreed to be the best of the best and all that jazz.

It wasn't until the last part that he began to feel excited, he could voice what he wanted to achieve, or earn. Whatever. But, he sat still for a while, listening to others go, the horse, the weasel (at whom he grimaced for trying to steal his wanted rank), and the girl that sat next to him stood. He listened to her intently as well, interesting, she had a bit of bite to her no doubt, his smirk from before edged a bit wider, and that was when he took his chance to speak. "Shark, honorary watchman Cap'n. I, as you know am cunning and sly, and know my way around human camps and the like. I think I would excel at the position of Scoundrel as well, perhaps alongside my weasel friend."

He stole a quick glance to Sonja, it wasn't a nice one, then returned his eyes to the Cap, and bowed his way out. He returned to his seat beside Fairah, 'accidentally' bumping into her once more, followed by a, sly, apologetic smile.

[Akante]

Waka said:

Having not been denied entrance into Rita's establishment the cat did well to follow the Queen Captain to the pack's center being. Lazying around for quite a days time. Doing little work, but drinking water and sleeping. Anything to regain her strength from that wasted hunt for a blasted damn bear.

She was indeed quite spiteful about it. Anyone would have been, but it wasn't the matter of she had gotten attacked by a bear. It was the fact the bear scarred not only her face, but her pride. Now, she'd be a force to be reckoned with. Head lifting and body shifting on the cool mud as foot prints and voice were heard in the far off distance. A meeting taking place while she was about to nap again.

Rita probably wouldn't like it if the big cat missed out on important news, so Bresha pulled herself onto those hefty paws and followed after some random tagalong. Brows furrowing and then slightly raising as she came upon said meeting.

"Now that I've got laid out nice and easy, let's get to the point. I need to know of your names, your potential capabilities, and where you hope to see yourself going."

Person after person became to call out their name and dreams, the cat's ears drew back against the noise and the other side of her lip curled. That lone blue eye bouncing from wolf to wolf and finally ending on Rita. Stepping forward, one large loping paw after the other."You know of me, Cap'n. The fights I can put up...Battle ready.." That acidic rough voice of hers, spoke out.

[Akante]

Rita said:

The mutt almost wanted to sigh an excessive exhale from her long-winded speech, though she refrained from doing so. While she knew how pointless words could be, she also knew that it would be events such as this that would weed out those who didn't think their leader worthy of attention. And Rita was always worth the time and effort. In fact, she'd make them endure it, whether or not they wanted to. After all, they were living in her land, under her rules, thriving within her reign - it would only be right that they'd abide by her terms. To do otherwise was treason, and such acts were never allowed. Never. And so, with her smug grin intact and her narrowed eyes darting from one of her subjects to the next, the Captain allowed the air to carry her voice out to the world. Hers was a voice that would never be silenced.

Not a few mere seconds had past before the weasel... rat... thing scampered on up in front of the blackblood mutt. "My names Sonja," Ahh, that was her name. The memory had slipped. "I can get into, and out of man camps without being caught, I cannot carry much, but i can carry enough if need be, the rank i can see my self in is that of Scoundrel." And there the leader would pause, her auds flickering towards the rodent. So, she saw herself in such a high rank? Humming a bit to herself, the wolf would let the thought mull over, with words still being spoken, "if i ever become trusted enough." A nod, and the wolf would stand up tall, flickering her tail high to reiterate her alphaship. "Well," She spoke with a huff, "Let's see how you progress as a Rigger, we'll increase your work load, and see what happens, aye?" There would only be one correct answer, and this little Sonja should be grateful that Rita was even considering such a possibility in promotion. She was never the one to hand things over willy-nilly. Out here, under her reign, everyone earned their rewards... and punishments. After all, the Captain was a very... just creature.

"My name is Fairah, I am a fighter - I've had my fair share of them. I have muscle and brains made for battles. I am strategic. I see myself in a kind of warrior rank, and that would be my preference. But if fighters are not in great demand, I am also cunning. Perhaps some kind of spy rank would also suit me, although it would not be my ideal - fighting is my ideal. Regardless, I will take whichever rank is required for me to fill."

Eyes would turn and face this 'fighter', letting her words pass through one ear and into her train of thought. Letting some moments pass by, allowing her eyes and judgment to scrutinize this subject before her, Rita pursed her lips. A fighter, hm? 'Tsk'ing to herself a few times, her tail twitching in accordance, the mutt tilted her head to the side, eyes closing as she finalized her thoughts. "Fairah..." She could only hope she pronounced the name right... But then again, what if she didn't? Who was going to penalize her? Ha! "You'll start out as a Gunner, but should you prove yourself to be too weak, you can bet your ass you'll be back at a Sailor without a second to blink..." An awkward promotion, yes? Rita would only mentally scoff at the fools who gathered before her, wanting and wishing and pleading for something that only she could give them. Power was a delicious entree. What would be for dessert?
The shuffle of some paws and the Captain would turn her head, eyes resting upon the mare just in time to hear her speak, "I'm Creek Dancer. I'm probably a good bit stronger than all of you--" A low growl, threatened by such a statement. No one was stronger than the Captain. Period. "--but I'm not interested in lording over you. That is the good Captain's job." A snort, and she'd dismiss the issue... for now, at least. I wanna be top Gunner, or top Watchmen, whatever those are called. It's probably a good idea, yeah?" High hopes, have we? Knowing that there wasn't even a sort of top watchman in the ranks, Rita wasn't sure whether to contemplate bringing one in... "We shall see, yes?" Yes. The human then proceeded to approach the Rigger, and the Captain would watch, wary, ready. An odd sort of sound slurred from the human's lips, and the mutt could only assume it was speaking in whatever mutant tongue it called a language. "She can make stuff, climb trees, and she mostly eats only birds. She's more of an asset than a liability." Auds swivelled as her eyes reconnected to the mare, nodding curtly before adding a quick comment, "She's fine where she is..." Humans had only one purpose here, and this girl was fine where she was. It'd take a hell of a lot of work to prove otherwise.

Waiting for a second, allowing the others to gather their wits and bring about themselves to announce their identities and physical superiority, the Captain exhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as a multicolored brute stepped up, "I'm Nico," That's fucking great, Nico... annddd...? "I've got brawn and strength, but I have never been taught to fight and I know little of strategy. I can learn though." And learn you shall... "I can be put anywhere though, if I can be taught what to do. I may have hidden talents." A wry smile curved along the she-wolf's maw, teeth glistening beneath peaking gums. "Hidden talents will be found..." El Dorado liked secrets... we tear them to shreds until they're nothing but the obvious truth. "Gunner." Plain and simple. Fucking congrats~

My name is Verressa, captain, and I am good with both body language and speaking with my mouth. I am tactile, clever, cunning and I know how to obtain things. I am a good worker and a girl with a lot of ambition you may say. I can wear many faces...but I am loyal to those I have pledged myself to.” A small voice had risen up form the crowd, and it almost took the Captain a good few seconds to figure out the beast that spoke these words. Searching for a bit, her pale golden eyes rested upon a tri-colored she-wolf, her hair hanging over her face. An attractive female, as some idiotic males might conclude, but Rita knew no other she-wolf to compare to her own immaculate beauty. "You pledge yourself to me..." Otherwise I'll fucking kill you. But the Captain would slap on a cheshire grin, her tail gently swaying behind her. Oh, that facade of a calm demeanor might deceive some. Or it might not. Quite frankly, Rita couldn't care, as long as it was successful with someone - that's all that mattered. “I wish to obtain the rank of Siren if you chose to give it to me.” Oh, would you now? Casting a cold glare onto the other, the blackblood mutt would aim to make this other beast nervous, as if she had been asking for too much. And why might she do this? To make her feel in debt after her next comment, "And Siren you shall be... a test." Let's see how you do.

"Shark, honorary watchman Cap'n. I, as you know am cunning and sly, and know my way around human camps and the like. I think I would excel at the position of Scoundrel as well, perhaps alongside my weasel friend." The familiar voice of dear ol' Shark broke through any silence that may have attempted to make itself at home. A curt grin itched on the Captain's maw, her eyes slowly turning to set their sights on the bluescale bastard. With her auds laid out at an awkward angle, one might've guessed that she was annoyed with him. And perhaps she was. But it was because of the fact that she had felt some sort of need of his - one to be around her - that she felt more than satisfied. She had lured in a beast for herself, and he would die for her. Die? Hopefully. Otherwise she's still got him tied up. He was a success, in her eyes. And she knew of his accomplishments at the borders. Quite the eligible brute... "Shark..." Her voice purred, as if trying to lure him in deeper. "You certainly have proven yourself, hm?" Why yes, yes you have. A gentle smile, warm eyes, and the mutt would step one pace closer to him. These few seconds would build up an unbearable tension - would she? or wouldn't she? "Let us see...?"
Bam. She'd make him entrap himself further, working harder for the mistress. Let's see how far he can be pushed.

That smile, so soft and enticing, would dissipate as a coarse voice sung like a lullaby, You know of me, Cap'n. The fights I can put up...Battle ready.." Always battle ready, aren't we, Bresha? A cold smile, sincere, would be offered to the cat. "Aren't you always?" Only one correct answer. "Which is why I'm curious to see you as the Master Gunner..." A moment to let them think, "Do you think you can whip these denizens into shape?" That's your challenge.

And then the she-wolf would turn to the ground, auds perking up and eyes casting a glance to each of them.
Did any of them object? Did they?

[Akante]

Beckzilla said:

Fairah awaited her judgement.

Her unblinking, green eyes were raised to the Captain's face, locked on her expression. She watched the lips being pursed, the eyes closing, the head tilting, and tried to work out the thoughts in Rita's pretty little head. But her leader seemed inscrutable - then again, a good leader should be, in Fairah's eyes. The two females had, actually, been rather similar leaders. Though perhaps Fairah had been a little more lenient with promotions. I digress - the Sailor stood stock-still, not even flinching a muscle.

"Fairah..."

Rita had, actually, gotten the pronounciation right.

"You'll start out as a Gunner, but should you prove yourself to be too weak, you can bet your ass you'll be back at a Sailor without a second to blink..."

If she wore her heart on her sleeve, she would have smiled and been all gracious. She was gracious, of course. But she wasn't going to be a girl about it and weep with joy, despite her former desperation to gain a rank. Now she had it, her mind was only set on bettering it. She would have to work to prove herself to Rita further to get higher up in the ranks. A Gunner would do... for now. In the future, perhaps Master Gunner. But again, she had to prove herself. With a nod in affirmation to Rita, she retreated from before the Captain and returned to her former position beside Shark, taking a seat and watching the proceedings with mild interest.

There were particular promotions which interested her, of course. Firstly, Creek Dancer. The horse had similar aspirations to herself, but she was staying where she was for the moment. They were equals now. Good. Then Nico was promoted - a fellow Gunner now. She'd make a point of seeking out the male and training with him, considering he had little tactic. Thoughts of a posse flickered into her head, like a match being struck or a lightbulb coming on, when she thought of Nico. Might try for one.

Shark was going to have to prove himself more. However, the Blackblood cross did not miss the... tension between him and Rita. Noted. As he returned to his place next to her, there was another shoulder-bump and a smile, which, of course, Fairah returned. But she was suspicious of the male - even more so than she had been previously. A player? She suspected as much.

"Which is why I'm curious to see you as the Master Gunner... Do you think you can whip these denizens into shape?"

Ears pricked up at the words "Master Gunner". The position she had intended to strive for had just been filled. Gaze moved slowly from Rita to the tiger. So, this was to be her master. Whip her into shape? Well, she was far more interested in sparring with Nico and gaining an ally than working with a cat. Perhaps she was discriminating against non-wolf species a bit (well, a lot), but she had always viewed wolves as more intelligent and generally better than all other species. So the tiger was going to have to do a hell of a lot to prove herself worthy to be her superior. Gaze switched to Nico again. We will meet soon. She had every intention to prove herself and better her rank.

Even if Master Gunner was out of the question.

[Akante]

Mama said:

Creek Dancer didn't back down at Rita's growl. Rita surely wasn't that stupid, was she? There were times to admit things and times to stand up for your own power. If Creek Dancer really wanted, she could crack the wolf's head wide open before the others could do more than get a tooth into some fatty part of the horse's body. All the same, there were too many reasons for Creek not to do that, starting first of all with the horse actually sort of liked having a boss like Rita.

"We shall see, yes?"

"Consideration appreciated," the horse said softly. She casually watched the other wolves get promoted to Gunner. Deerscream's rank wasn't her job. If the human floundered, sucked for it. The horse only had to act as a comminucate for her.

All was well--though she was a little amused over Shark and Rita's.. relationship?--before the horse's ears pinned back.

The tiger was Master Gunner? Oh, no. The horse would rather have someone she knew she could deal with as Master Gunner. The tiger would prove to be a problem. Not one to hide her feelings--because that was more suspcious than just letting them be known--the horse blew deeply to settle herself. Okay, don't kill it now, Creek, she thought to herself. Fairah.

Who knew the horse might find an ally in that female?

The horse made note to get with her and Nico later and talk to them about this Bresha. The horse would rather much have one of those two in charge than the tiger. Of course, Creek didn't know the tiger's history with the Captain, other wise she would have let it go, but the horse didn't so she was simply pissed.

Goals: kill the tiger. Or something.

By this time, Deerscream was somewhere else, aware she wasn't really needed right now and probably fooling with a tree.

[Akante]

kinda ongoing~