A Different Kind of Request (Bane)(Geist)

[Blood]

Bane was searching, searching to find his strength. Physical strength could be easily found, but inner strength of the mind and soul was a totally different aspect. Bane had made a decision to become a greater wolf than he had been, greater in battle, and greater in the evils of mind and darkness. So he set out to find true evil and learn from it. However, he didn't really know where true evil existed except from hell itself (sorry if I'm not allowed to say that). One idea did come to mind though, and Bane set out to find his next best option.

The mountain was steep and the slopes rocky, but the dark gray male was determined to become stronger, so he pressed on, ignoring his pounding heart and shaking limbs. The afternoon sun glared down on him and blinded his eyes as the light bounced off the pale stones and into his face. This particular autum day was especially bright, and Bane grumbled at the extra difficulty. His eyes could hardly look at his next leap because he was squinting so hard. He had had enough, so Bane stopped and reached out to grab the surrounding shadows of rocks and boulders, and stretched them above himself like a low cloud, blocking most of the sun's harsh light. Bane took a deep breath and continued on with a speedy pace, his shadow cloud following above him.

It wasn't long until the panting male reached the cave of the white wolves. Slowly he stalked along the stone plateau and peered into each cave. Clearly seeing through the darkness that filled them. Passing Sheba's cave, he recognized it from when he had come to her in request of a power, but he scoffed and shook his head. He had come for a different request, and not from Sheba. He stopped in front of the cave of Geist and sat waiting in expectation. His cloud had faded, and was now wreathed about him in a thick mane of darkness.

[Meds]

Geist;

The evil goddess was lounging just inside of her den. She saw through Bane's eyes, the visions of her sisters' dens. Geist lifted a lip in irritation, and by the time that Deimos got to her den, the entrance would be enveloped with a darkness so thick that not even a level 2 shadow master would have a hope of seeing through it. She wouldn't have just anybody looking into her home. She glanced around, able to see through the darkness with perfect clarity. No mortal had yet set eyes on the inside of her home—and she wasn't about to start letting them now.

Hello, Bane," She rumbled from her den, though the voice would sound as if it was right behind him. "What a pleasant thing it is that you are calling at my den rather than my sister's..." She was of course referring to him having switched over to her alliance. The evil alliance. The true and strongest side. She took a few steps out, her white fur gleaming in the summer sun, which was somehow at odds with her rotten personality.

"And what brought about such a welcome change?"

[Blood]

"Hello Bane." The dark gray wolf shut his eyes when he heard the raspy voice of the evil goddess, and his shadows dropped from around him, disappearing from existence. If he was going to come to one of the white wolves that knew all things, then he would come as himself, empty and vulnerable. He bowed his head respectfully as her voice played in his ear, he could feel her presence around him as if she were standing right behind him.

Her words made a chill run down his spine in fear, and he wondered if she really was pleased to see him, or if she was just saying that to make him feel better. He had only converted to evil a few weeks prior, but he had still received his power from Sheba and not Geist. Would the great evil sister be merciful enough to take in a convert like him, or did she only settle for the best?

Geist's question reminded Bane exactly why he had come. He had come to grow in the knowledge of evil, he might not be a strong tool now, but with the proper training and instructions, he could be a valuable asset to the goddess' will. Surely she could see his potential. Bane's eyes opened, golden beads glaring into the darkness of the cave that his power wouldn't let him see through. He wasn't frustrated about it, like he usually would be, but an aggressive passion began to grew in him to become stronger, strong enough to see through any darkness, even Nyx's shadow dome. "I came to you in search, Geist, searching for greater purpose that I didn't find under the shadow of Sheba. I realized my ignorance, my emptiness that neutrality couldn't fill." Another shiver went down Bane's spine, but this time it was a shiver of anticipation, of nervous excitement. He inhaled and continued. "I am still empty though, ignorant in the ways of true evil. I humbly came here to seek your wisdom, to learn from the darkest source of evil herself." The shadow master laid his body on the stone surface and bowed his head to the ground in utter submission.

[Meds]

Geist;

Within his head, Geist read boring nonsense about being worthy, about wondering if she would really accept him, and whether or not she had noticed his potential. His thoughts then flicked to a certain orange and black female, dark in her ways, and darker in her soul. Geist's eyebrows raised. Yet another shadow-seeker (for though Bane already had the gift, looking to grow and strengthen his power made him a seeker all the same) enthralled with Nyx? First Nox, and now Bane. Nyx had proved hard to read when Geist had met her the first time—almost like there was nothing in there to read—but it was curious that Bane should think of her when searching to strengthen himself.

"So after taking a gift from Sheba, my dear sister, you then switch over and come grovelling to me?" She fully emerged from the den now, her white fur like lightning in the autumn air. She held him in her unyielding gaze for a long moment of silence. If Bane were to look into her eyes he would see a fire raging there, just out of reach, but ever hot and always burning. Then, after the tension had reached breaking point, the goddess gave a sharp smile. "I like that."

He continued after that, saying he was empty and asking for wisdom and to learn from her, the goddess of darkness; the lord in the night; the bringer of pain and suffering.

"Wisdom in what respect?" The smile had disappeared, and the air around them cooled just slightly. "Weren't Sheba's shadows enough?"

[Blood]

Bane:

The great white wolf had emerged from her black fortress and spoke again, her voice lingering behind the bowing figure until it was no longer behind him, but in front of him. Bane lifted his head as he noticed the sound change, and observed the piercing bright white pelt of the evil goddess, with narrowed eyes and a firm set jaw. She looked almost exactly like her sister Sheba, same stature, same figure, same beacon of glory, but when he looked into her eyes, there he could see a raging hell of fire. No fire so bright and constantly burning had he ever seen before in the entirety of his life. This fire was fueled by hate and the darkest of evils, it almost seemed intense enough to consume the entire valley in it's rage. This however, did not turn Bane away, his gaze was captured by the evil passion that held the fire in her eyes, he couldn't look away now that he had made contact.

Geist was either very upset that he had done what she spoke of and was going to punish him for even thinking of coming to her for help, but Bane had begun to catch on to how the evil society worked, and he figured that she was only testing him. A thin mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of the he-wolf's mouth as his shoulder subconsciously began to glow and his own shadow melted around him and bubbled on the ground like steaming hot water. Silence reigned for a good amount of time as the two glared into each other's eyes. Bane was just about to say something but he had been too slow as Geist spoke first, making the gray and black male drop his gaze but not his smirk.

"Wisdom to know my purpose as an evil wolf." Bane rasped, his voice in between a chuckle and a deep drone as he stared at his paws. A slow painful grating noise filled the silence as Bane flexed his claws, scraping them continually agaisnt the rough surface of stone in the most disturbing way. In a way his actions where to cope with his stomach knots of nervousness, but the rhythmic motion made his muscles pulse and writhe under the thin fur of his forelegs and bulging shoulders. The feeling of utter strength made his heart beat faster, but to be asking the great Geist herself how to become more powerful in the ways of evil was what set his soul on fire.

"They are no longer Sheba's shadows..." Bane growled with distaste,"They're yours now. What would you have me do within the valley that would bring you the uttermost pleasure... my queen?" The bowing wolf couldn't wipe the sly grin off his face, no matter how hard he tried to be respectful, or solemn in the presence of the white wolf. There was simply too much anticipation coursing through his veins to not be excited about receiving purely evil wisdom that could make him a great shadow of Geist's spreading her fear across the valley.

[Meds]

Geist;

Geist listened to Bane's mind ramble for a few moments, then gave a clipped sigh. He was getting good with his shadows, at least, as his own dripped off of him and began to bubble away in front of him. Geist's eyes flashed red as she watched it, her face otherwise unreadable.
He continued to say that the reason he had visited her was because he wanted to discover his purpose as an evil wolf. He offered his shadows to her—redundant, as his very breath was hers now—and then asked her what to do with himself down below. Geist almost made a face in distaste.

"Perhaps my sisters are more willing to give their little play things 'missions' and half-hearted purposes," She sat down, her coat melting from white to the deepest of blacks. It wasn't threatening, necessarily, but rather served to highlight her words. "But you must be confused. I am Geist. I am not Sheba, nor Taboo—I don't give tasks freely when mortals request it." Her eyes were now a solid red. She could just smite him then and there for wasting her time; then again, she supposed his heart (or lack thereof) was in the right place. She chewed her lip, and her fur slowly brightened once more until it was her natural white glow again. She shrugged her shoulders, fixing him with her still-red eyes.

"What do you want me to say?" Geist asked, challenging him and giving him a second chance all at the same time. It was not that she was telling him to tell her what to say—no, that wouldn't go well for him. Rather, she wanted to know what he wanted to hear, and once she knew that, she would then decide whether or not to appease him. "I'm waiting," She added dangerously, tapping a foot on the rough stone beneath her.