A ghostly presense

[CursedErin]

An ominous white color sat itself outside of the border for the Frigid Plague pack. Every piece of him stayed on the outside of the border, the only thing inside was his gaze, looking around at what was inside. "Fiddle-dum, Fiddle-dee, What to do for me? Fiddle-dee, Fiddle-dum, I suppose it couldn't hurt.. Right chum?" he said to himself as he slowly padded inside of the border. He had seen many other wolves do so before him and it happened to be his turn today.

He coughed a few times to clear his throat, before he arched backwards, pointing his head towards the tree above. He let out a howl, an eerie and creepy howl, but a howl nonetheless. Then Fiddle waited, lowered his head back down as he sat against the foliage of the forest, his specter green eyes looking around curiously as he wondered what kind of wolf he would meet.

[Cascade]

Perjury's ears swiveled in the direction of the howl as she was making her way towards the river. Readjusting her course, she began heading in an easy pace towards the sound. The sound was unusual by the standards of "normal" wolves, but to her it just sounded like evil. Evil came in many forms, and Perjury had a base respect for all of them, even if some were more troublesome for her than others.

"Greetings," she said simply, coming to a stop in front of the newcomer, "My name is Perjury, and you've found the border of the Frigid Plague. What do you seek?"

[CursedErin]

The strange wolf kept his eyes peeled, wondering if anyone would show up at all. Just as he raised himself up and turned around, a voice broke through the air. Snapping his head, with a crack, he looked over to Perjury with his glowing eyes. His ears trained in on her, listening to what she had to say. A slight smile spread across Fiddle's muzzle.

The wolf turned himself back around and seated himself promptly before the she-wolf. "Why hello~! The name's Fiddle." he said with glee, and a hint of madness. "I've been around the area quite a bit before~ And I have noticed wolves coming, leaving, returning, and sometime not. I was wondering what sort of.... Pack is it? That you have here, and perhaps if a spooky little specter like me would be of any assistance." he said, his head tilted off a bit to one side as he gave a sort of eerie smile towards Perjury.

[Cascade]

Perjury nodded as he spoke. There was definitely something about this wolf that most would consider 'off,' but it came as no surprise to her. There were many evils who had taken leave of their sanity to various extents, and while it did generally mean they were more unpredictable, it didn't always mean they had no humanity.

"Hello, Fiddle," she said, her tail raised over her back, "This pack has resided here for three generations. We of the Frigid Plague reject the notion that being evil means a wolf must be needlessly cruel. We accept our dark hearts without sacrificing our integrity. We do not seek out pointless conflict, but reserve our power for the times when we must take things that are rightfully ours. Of course," she gestures to the lush forest all around her, "there is nothing better in the entire valley than what we already own. If what I have described fits what you seek, this pack may be a fine fit for you. If you prefer chaos and bloodshed, the Dark Donoma to the southeast have plenty to go around." It wasn't a dig at the Dark Donoma. Though Perjury herself didn't agree with their moral code or lack thereof, she at least recognized that plenty of evils existed who were suited to said code, as worrisome a prospect as that was

[CursedErin]

Fiddle listened curiously to what the she-wolf had to say. However, he seemed to snap his head in random directions every now and then. He was very attentive to sound, despite what might be going on in front of him, sounds have made him a bit paranoid. After he stared in the same direction for a few seconds he would moved his gaze back to Perjury to listen to what she had to say to him.

The ghostly looking male smiled ominously, a crooked smile on a crooked wolf. "Weeeeelllll~" said the wolf as he stretched himself out along the ground before snapping himself back up into a seated position. "I suppose I will have to join your ranks, I've lived near here for as long as I can remember, let's just hope none of your pups are my.. victims." he said, ending in a bit of a maniac giggle. "There are many things I can offer your pack as well, stealth, being creepy in general, scouting, and hunting are what I would assume my.. specialties are~" he said smirking as he stood himself back up on all four paws. "Which way to the camp~? Or densite.. Or whatever you call it." he questioned.

[Cascade]

Perjury looked hard at Fiddle. He was not taking this seriously, and he acting as though he was joining her pack as a matter of obligation. The ache in her shoulder from Drak's claws urged her to turn him away. "This is not a joke." She said, eyes narrowing, "This is not a joke and this is not a summer camp for you to play around in. We live by a certain code in this pack, and that code is something all members believe in at their core. If you do not feel in your heart of hearts the loyalty and integrity necessary to be part of this pack, then you have no place here. I will not accept a wolf who I feel will not assimilate with the rest of the pack. I don't need a discipline problem within my own ranks. Unless you can convince me right now—not in a few days, not in a few months, now—that my impression of you as a wolf with little sanity and a desire for needless bloodshed is false, then you must leave this place."

[CursedErin]

Fiddle saw something flicker in Perjury's eyes as she readied herself to speak to him. He remained smiling as she spoke, his ears not drooping or failing in the slightest. As she finished, he sat there for a moment before he opened his maw. "Fiddle-dum, Fiddle-dee, your words fill me with glee. Fiddle-dee, Fiddle-dum, I was just a bit curious hun." he spoke in a singy-songy voice, before talking naturally. "I was just seeing if you were a leader is all, with that attitude though.. There is no doubt!" he exclaimed. "I might be a bit strange, but trust me dearest Perjury, I know there is no reason for bloodshed unless there is a good reason for it, and besides I don't normally need to chase people off with claws." he spoke calmly, before chuckling a bit towards the end. "Sanity is a bit of another story, for what constitutes sanity than what other wolves believe to be 'the perfectly sane wolf, ' which does not exist mind you. As for myself, I consider myself sane, I know what my actions are, and what I am doing, but I can't help it if I get a bit of a thrill out of what I do~" he said in reply, before bowing his head to the she-wolf. "I will gladly join if you will take me, I'm not as maniacal as I make myself out to be."

[Cascade]

Perjury sat back on her haunches, smiling with amusement. He certainly snapped out of that strange manner of speaking when things got serious, at least for the most part. She wondered if speaking that way was a conscious decision on his part to gain a psychological advantage over his opponents. Or perhaps he was just a bit crazy which, hey, she couldn't exactly fault him for. They lived in a crazy world.

"Let's hope not," she finally said after thinking it over a long time, "There's no shame in taking satisfaction out of a job well done, just as long as you know when a job needs to be done. I won't bother mincing words because I'm sure you're aware of it already, but you are a very unusual wolf. I'm intrigued by you and I believe you can be a useful member of this pack, so I will accept you into our ranks. The dens are to the north. Many are made already, but you can dig out a new one for yourself if you so desire. The roots of the redwood trees make for a sturdy place to build."

"I must be off now, but we will cross paths again soon. You might find that you fit in here better than expected," she said as she turned to the south, then looked back over her shoulder at him, "After all, I am a very unusual wolf myself." In a moment she was swallowed up by the ground, great waves of soil rising up and crashing down over her back as she descended beneath the surface. When the ground became still once more, everything was quiet except for a faint rumbling that grew fainter as it moved south. Perjury had found that tunneling was the most convenient way to travel.

[CursedErin]

Fiddle was a strange wolf, but he was always sharp as a tack, wanting to match wits with just about any wolf. That is what he used in fights anyways. He gathers data as much as he can, from the shadows just listening and watching to any old wolf that passes by. He's even heard words from the great alphess before him once or twice, hiding in the shadows and listening to what she had to say and even seeing what she was doing, though he wouldn't do this in a perverted manner.

"I'm glad you see it my way Perjury." the wolf replied, giving yet another ominous and creepy smile as he looked in the direction of the dens, sure to set himself up later on in the day. "I think I might just give up my spooky ways of scaring wolves for another purpose in life, if you ever need someone to spy, or even give some one a headache, let me know." he replied as she moved underground. He smirked lightly.

"A soil wielder huh..? Not bad.. I suppose I'll wait and see what happens when the white wolves get something new to try out." he replied to himself as he started to walk towards the dens, leaving the border.

-Exit Fiddle-