"Lord Tyrranus! Iron Claw raiders are attacking the caravan carrying the fruit being delivered here. Should we send reinforcements?"
Interrupted from his meeting he would look up at the messenger and though the news was grave he would have no signs of anger upon that face. Youthful visage just stayed stoic, arms folding over his chest as he shook his head.
"Nay. If they are so hungry, let them have the food. I will not lose more men from either of our packs while the war still rages with the vampires. Send only a small band to help any survivors return here. Von Raigen is brutal, but if they do not resist as I told them then our men will come out alive, this is more important then fruit"
A nod from the scout and off he went, allowing Tyrannus the chance to address those with him once more. To his left was the ever beautiful Moon Priestess, Al'linae, skin as pale as the moon itself with eyes a soft milky blue and long blonde hair, she was truly a sight and all the males wanted her. To his right was his right hand man of course, Raethgor, so sturdy and strong and not a man more loyal in any army, if Tyrannus demanded a foot Raeth would yank his own off, he was dedicated. How ironic was the scout and his message seeing as he was presently in a meeting with a band of assassins who were traveling to the packs and offering to end the conflict with the Iron Claw raiders by assassinating the Alpha of the pack.
"Gentlemen, I am grateful for your concern in all of this but as you can see I am not so underhanded that I will solve my problems with dishonor. I am sure you are quite skilled, but those skills would be better used with a sword and shield in the front lines and not in the shadows killing people in their sleep. I apologize for wasting your time. Good evening."
Turning from them would ignite anger in the small band of assassins, the leader quickly pulling out a knife to hurl it at the ignorant Alpha! That knife would dig into flesh, but not of Tyrranus..no it stuck nicely into the bicep of Raeth and forcing a gutteral growl from him. He'd gotten in the way of the blade of course, no one was going to hurt his alpha while he was around. Fur started to coat his body as he readied to rip them to shreds but he was stopped by the gentle palm on his shoulder. Tyrranus stepped around and passed him, approaching the leader but stopping a few feet from him. Hand extended and he beckoned him to fight him one on one. No words spoken just a calm stare. A quiver of fear up the spine of that assassin but he would reach for his blade only to reveal a small egg shaped item and hurl it at the face of the alpha so he could follow by charging with his sword. Tyrranus sighed some, he had been hoping for an honorable fight but this man insisted on his tricks. Arm raised he would block the egg, the crushed glass and pepper spraying on his arm guard and sparing him the pain of having it in his eyes. The assassin came in fast then and his aim was true, though poor as the blade connected with Tyr's stomach and dug in. A low grunt, hand gripping the blade as the pain surged through him. Fingers bled as he gripped it and showed his immense strength by tugging it from his body and shoving it to the side. Countered with another slash he would dive backwards and draw his own blade, only to have a knife whiz towards him and force him to back peddle before he could kill that leader, apparently his men were going to join the fray. They couldn't have that now could they? A nod of his head would take the leash off Raeth and with delight in his growl that fur finished covering his body so he could charge for the pair, their blood soon bathing the grass below. The momentary pause in the leader at the death of his men was all it took for him to share the fate, head rolling across the grass as blade was flicked clean and pressed back into it's sheath. Hand rose to fix the mess of curls that had been disturbed by the fight and he resumed his walk away as the actual animal wolves that flocked to the weres would slowly make their way out to enjoy the bountiful harvest left by their masters. As they stepped away his priestess stepped to his side, her body a bit too close for the wandering eyes, a bit of a lustful growl leaving Tyr's throat as he took in the scent of her pure flesh and wanted to take a bite quite horridly.
"Tyrannus, I think it is high time you take my advice and call for a meeting with the other alphas, your race depends on it."
A low grunt, of course she wanted to talk business and not of making odd half bred pups. A soft snarl and he was defeated, her allure was too great and the countless times they had spoken about it finally sunk it. Shoulders slumped just a bit.
"Alright, you win.. I give..I will send word out."
That forced a grin from her lips and she sped up to step ahead of him, pleased that she had won finally.
"Mm, bout time you gave in.. the bed was getting lonely."
Spoken in a hushed whisper so that only him and his most trusted of men would have heard it. Stepping off then he would look to Raeth and shrug his shoulders, how could he blame him right? Laughing he would trot off after her to get his reward.
