Path to Submission Pt. 1: A Warning Always Ignored
Greyback poked absently at the fire in front of him, looking up every once in awhile to see what the others were doing. Grunting about how dull this was, he went back to poking at the fire again.
"Greyback."
His head snapped up at the sound of the voice. At first, he didn't see who had called out his name, than a dark figure strode out of the woods, covering the distance in three strides.
"Scabior." Greyback muttered, still poking at the fire.
Scabior dropped down on the ground across from him, worked a cigarette out of a crumpled pack, lit it inhaled deeply, and nodded towards the woods he had just came out of.
"Ran into another group just now." He exhaled the smoke and took another hit from the cigarette. "Well, some of them at any rate. "
Greyback stared at him, waiting for Scabior to continue. When he didn't, Greyback poked the fire again.
"So what?" He snarled.
Scabior chuckled.
"They are a strange lot, that's wot. And," He tossed the cigarette into the fire, shook another out of the pack, lit it and glared at Greyback. "They 'ave a female leader, and my old friend Willow is part of their group."
Greyback snickered at Scabior's use of the word 'friend.' If he understood Scabior any, he knew the two had not been friends. That would have implied Scabior had friends. Which, technically was not true at all.
What Scabior had, were followers…worshippers…
Enemies.
Skirting around the issue of Scabior's so called old friend, Greyback asked about the groups female leader.
Scabior took a long drag of his cigarette and laughed.
"I 'eard she's lovely and all that. They were discussin' wot to tell 'er when they got back to their camp, and one of them just 'appened to mention 'er good looks." He laughed again.
"Happen to catch a name?" Greyback leaned back against the log behind him.
"Yeah, interesting name she 'as, too."
"Well?"
"Konstantina." Scabior said the name slowly, trying it out on his tongue. He liked the way it sounded, the way it seemed to drip off his lips with such ease.
Greyback stared at him for a long moment.
"Konstantina…yeah, interesting name.
Scabior chuckled again. He seemed fascinated by her already. It was his unique fascination with females that got him in far more trouble than it was worth. Something Greyback was always trying to make him understand.
It was now obvious, that Greyback's words fell on extremely deaf ears.
"Don't go looking for her, Scabior. We don't have time for it."
"Wot, and ruin all my fun?" He snickered softly, tossed the spent cigarette into the fire and pushed himself up from the ground.
"I mean it." Greyback hissed.
The Snatcher laughed, bowed slightly and turned to walk back to where the tents were set up. His swagger spoke volumes.
He had already decided to hunt her.
Greyback shook his head in frustration. Their leader was a complete idiot at times. And, an even bigger one when it came to females.
That was all of the time.
Scabior laughed again.
" I 'aven't 'ad a good shag in a long time, Greyback. If she's as good looking as they said she is…" His blue-grey eyes sparkled in the light of the fire.
"Don't go hunting her, Scabior. Leave well enough alone for once."
Scabior looked at him strangely.
"Ya make it sound like a bad idea."
"It is."
Scabior let out a long sigh and wandered off to his tent.
"Fine, I won't 'unt 'er down." He called back over his shoulder.
Greyback remained before the fire for a bit after Scabior had disappeared inside his tent. He poked at the burning logs, each stab more vicious then the last.
"Why do I not believe that?" He said and poked a one log with as much rage as he could muster.