Tumble down, roll around,

The moon was red.

Celnes dipped to the range, around was some slumbering doe and stag's of elk that peacefully were uncaring. The sky soaked in that warm tone, it was unmatching to the more colder view above to the galaxy she saw, but instead of the usual white of the full moon, it singed in blood. However it wasn't the most unusual part that came from the region, and she knew sometimes other colors tended to take to the sky.. Would a priestess see it differently then she does? She wondered how her young would think of the red moon.

Sitting in a clearing, her tail was curled around and she looked to up blandly. At the very least, it was pretty.

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Celnes could admire it all she wanted to, seeing the beauty within red and in the autumn of so. With the trees blazed in that same hue, she thought it was a pretty little scene, and maybe meant nothing more. Though she realized that was a foolish, foolish mistake as her gaze casted to a man — what was the pinnacle of a religion that hated them so, where she twisted and turned to suit it more to her desires and needs.. Just another way to read it, she so thought, but if the elders looked upon her, they would think the moon was meant to cast her awareness. For a man of white appeared, a soft greeting as he opened himself to be noticed. He was not fully white though, casting in some silvers and darker grays, but his eyes..

Rosen in color, not as red as the moon, but as she looked at the sky above, and then to him, there was a moment of silence. White was often the meaning of something bad to come, and a wariness was growing within her heart. A bad sign to come, and he so shown that. She wasn't so out of the works of how to read nature itself to not notice the moon of red, and the appearance of a monochrome wolf with similar eyes..

But she smiled, politely sitting and looking at him, "my.. It seems you are unaware this is Elkshire territory." Unofficial as it was, the wolves of the elk forest attempted to claim as much as they could, and patrol as so. The scent rarely remained and was difficult ; but the Queen was greedy.

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all is good! apologies for her, mean, mean thoughts

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He was like the shadows the elders warned about. The air that those who carried white held, sickly, ominous, something to scorn and chase away. He faced her robotically, without an emotion to give, almost a dead-inside wolf where she could very well assume his soul was already tainted by the way he held himself. Her disgust was hiding in the moment, the very first wolf she saw that was so pale like so, and held themselves. There was others of course, and she remembered the second-in-command in the Blackwoods, but instead of that ominous wear, he held aggression and question, to openly mock her so. She wanted him to perish not for the slight against the High Elk, but against her. But this man.. Felt different.

She sat and looked at him, crescent eyes and a cold smiling crawling to her lips. He was what the disgust of someone religious brought, the part of her that believed in the High Elk [mdsah] every instinct to said was to chase off.. But he asked, for what penance? Strange she so thought as turned with nothing more then a blankness and without scorn or mockery ; not something to be used to on a land that held little scent of Elkshire. She hummed lightly, "to leave or to serve."

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An unwavering gaze despite a surprise arising. Steadfast he approached, an unbreaking pink gaze returned as silence seemed to fall upon them and even the world around. Colors of monochrome approach, a wolf who slowly descended to what seemed to be a bow and motioned of a servitude, a first, Celnes would think. A brow was to be raised as her smile was a deepened moon-cresent, an amusement through her gleaming eyes, "a servant of Elkshire? Whose less then the ground we step upon?" a low laughter came through, almost a betting if this was true in the case — was a man who ventured too close to a territory truly coming forth just to serve?

A pelt of dislike, she remembered the time she had accepted a man of pure whites in the other realm. The chaos it brought, the way her family protested and the way it brought disaster upon them all — but that man was chosen as an equal.. She did not see this man as an equal. A silverfish, an insult that Deorwine gave to those who were not their own, someone who was lesser then a wolf itself. Was that the destiny he so wanted? A chain and shackle?

The offer was tempting, too tempting.

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"It's not everyday you get someone so willing, that it almost feels like a trick," she opened-maw'd laughed while looking down at the other. A tall, large man who had the body of a warrior was bowing to her ; a one where his colors were not likeable by any means and yet was so willing to be a servant under those who scorn those colors. She was amused, and she was pleased — an ego-stroker though hesitated was within full mind to do more. But in the back of her mind she thought of the anguish of dealing with her young and their plain disliking of so. Would they accept it? Even if he was a lower ranking that was the worms itself?

"Very well then," she bent down, like a whisper to his ear, "welcome to Elkshire, under the rank of Silverfish, an omega, a servant to the holy."Then just so, pulled away, with a light brush to his ears if the man stayed ever still. She was clearly very entertained by her widened smile, "what is your name?

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She wondered how the pack would react to him. A man drenched in grays and whites, the eyes like a light rose.. A servant to the Deorwine, whether some would take it or not, or even bend it to their desires. Images of those who roamed the crown but held more disgusted faces toward the Queen appeared, but none that she thought would openly speak out — that were around. To repeat the past.. For @Calhoun to rise again as his pre-successor and speak out, just as he did in Kingslend for her similar ways. Celnes doesn't change it seems.

"Come, we will find you living quarters." Away from the main den.

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quite alright! we can probably fade her too!

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