ROYALTY POSITION: Werewolf Ambassador

[Aria Talei]

The Ambassador's role is to deliver messages and attend meetings with the other two races in lieu of their leader.

Remember, just because someone else has said they would like this position, does not make it taken. Post below if you are interested; things are only made more fun by competition.

[Valcyn Amora]

//I'd like to apply, I'll get the intro up tomorrow.//

[Yeszlin Ravella]

((I, too, would like to apply. But I do better with example so I'll wait for the Valcyn intro. xP))

[Yeszlin Ravella]

((Question. Are we supposed to post the intro here? If so, I have an intro I'd like to put up. *nods*))

[Ashemir Draemis]

(Yes, post it here.)

[Yeszlin Ravella]

The flip of a page.

The thump of a closing book.

A shuffle as something moved.

The ruins of the castle in Naulas were the perfect place to read in silence, when there weren’t meetings being held. It was peaceful and often empty of any others during these times. The sunlight was warm today, the sounds of birds and rustling leaves in the forest making a symphony of wild music. This place was a comfort, a place of history and remembrance. It was the perfect place to recall things that had happened long ago, pasts long forgotten by most.

There was a sound of rustled leaves within the walls of the ruins. Something moved in the sunshine, standing up and clasping a book to its chest. The woman looked young, her body covered in some form of leather armor. She had been studying some of her older logs, books of information that had been passed down over the generations of her kind in hopes of keeping their history alive. She looked down at the roughly bound book, the black of its cover worn and cracked. A piece from her ancestors, given to the younger generations to read and study and keep, she was the newest historian to watch over the tomes recorded long before her time.

She looked up at the sky as she flipped through the pages in her mind, of all the information she needed to consider.

She could sense the restlessness the two Were species were feeling. Though there was a pact between their kinds, it wouldn’t be long before that was broken in some way. She had spent long hours studying the books of the Werewolf history in an attempt to find some solution to offer her Alpha, but she had yet to find anything that could be of use. So much to consider and yet she had nothing to show for all the work she had been committing herself to. She already needed to make way to Cados, even though it hadn’t been long since her last trek. But the Castle had the largest collection of historical books she knew about and maybe spending time there again would bring some idea or piece of information she could use.

She had to keep peace amongst the Weres. It was her duty to her Alpha and pack. She would have to endure the covering clothing humans wore and find something there, while voicing the opinions of her kind to the human royalty. It was the only way. She would speak with her leader, tell him she needed more time in Cados, in the Castle library. He would understand, he had to. As a renowned historian, not only to her kind but to the humans, he knew she needed to keep herself up to date on everything. And he would know that the library in Cados’s castle was the best place to keep up to date.

There was a thump, the book dropping from her arms as she knelt down. She shifted, changing into a slender gray-brown wolf, her blue-green eyes looking down at the book. Gently, carefully, she lowered her muzzle and opened her jaws, picking up the book in her mouth. She was careful with it, as if it were a pup that she had to carry away. She looked around, her tail low behind her, then took off for the forest. As the trees surrounded her, she had one thought in her mind.

For the sake of my kind, I have to figure something out soon or we will all be drawn to war…

[Valcyn Amora]

//I'm sorry I haven't been on, I'm just not going to apply, I'm not on enough to be the ammbassador.//