Post by hermes on Aug 7, 2005 18:51:34 GMT
“Hades, I swear, when you told me to come this way…”
The mutterings of a brute, that was distinct and obvious, but was he talking to himself? To another? Or to what a person could assume to be the devil? No, he was talking to himself, cursing his uncle for the first time today, but the hundredth time since their departure. With a steady clink arising from the plates on his neck he strode, reeking of confidence and of pride, but there was far more intelligence mixed in the concoction then he was displaying. He’d met Yakunan Epimethius, a wolf not capable of proper thought, let alone proper speech. He could see now why The Titans had wanted Metis to be his second, he remembered that she had possessed wit and knowledge close to that of his, though less through awareness and more through smarts. Her smart had not been one you could use in common life, but one of a higher possession, like a scholar. Keeping his head at a moderate height- high enough to show his own dominance but low enough to be seen as submissive by the more arrogant, he continued strolling, nose taking in all the scents of the area.
So the pack was near, after all. That would prove interesting. He was most certainly not here to join them, good lord, why would he join a rag-tag bunch of weaklings when his own pack had ruled the lands? No, he was here to win them, to take the pack and to move them to his pack- one far better and one far stronger. This should be simple, arrive and throw his weight around if the need arose. If they didn’t heed the warning he would issue then so be it, they would have to cope, wouldn’t they? Cope as hell began to consume their lives. Hermes might not be the lord of the underworld, but he led victims to it all too well. Yakunan Epimethius knew this.
Stopping in his tracks he titled his head upwards, taking a glance at the surroundings- painfully dull to his eyes- and let out a shrill howl, making sure that it varied in tones to notify that he wanted not some little pack rat but the leader, the alpha. Arrogant? Hermes? No! How dare you say so! Finishing the call he let his head drop, the metal round his neck clinking as a reminder of his presence. This Alpha better be punctual.
{ In short- he arrives, he howls for the alpha and he waits or them. All the while feeling distinctly repulsed by everything. }
The mutterings of a brute, that was distinct and obvious, but was he talking to himself? To another? Or to what a person could assume to be the devil? No, he was talking to himself, cursing his uncle for the first time today, but the hundredth time since their departure. With a steady clink arising from the plates on his neck he strode, reeking of confidence and of pride, but there was far more intelligence mixed in the concoction then he was displaying. He’d met Yakunan Epimethius, a wolf not capable of proper thought, let alone proper speech. He could see now why The Titans had wanted Metis to be his second, he remembered that she had possessed wit and knowledge close to that of his, though less through awareness and more through smarts. Her smart had not been one you could use in common life, but one of a higher possession, like a scholar. Keeping his head at a moderate height- high enough to show his own dominance but low enough to be seen as submissive by the more arrogant, he continued strolling, nose taking in all the scents of the area.
So the pack was near, after all. That would prove interesting. He was most certainly not here to join them, good lord, why would he join a rag-tag bunch of weaklings when his own pack had ruled the lands? No, he was here to win them, to take the pack and to move them to his pack- one far better and one far stronger. This should be simple, arrive and throw his weight around if the need arose. If they didn’t heed the warning he would issue then so be it, they would have to cope, wouldn’t they? Cope as hell began to consume their lives. Hermes might not be the lord of the underworld, but he led victims to it all too well. Yakunan Epimethius knew this.
Stopping in his tracks he titled his head upwards, taking a glance at the surroundings- painfully dull to his eyes- and let out a shrill howl, making sure that it varied in tones to notify that he wanted not some little pack rat but the leader, the alpha. Arrogant? Hermes? No! How dare you say so! Finishing the call he let his head drop, the metal round his neck clinking as a reminder of his presence. This Alpha better be punctual.
{ In short- he arrives, he howls for the alpha and he waits or them. All the while feeling distinctly repulsed by everything. }