Pride of the Lupine
Volk sat up, sweating.
Damn dream never gets any more bearable
He stood and left Darc alone in the room. Volk had to wonder how he managed to run into the one person he didn't want to see.
"You can't sleep dearie?"
Volk scowled. That old crone Camellia never failed to frustrate him. He quickly put on a brave face and turned to face her. He wasn't going to tell HER he had been having nightmares.
"I just can't" he paused "Theres something in the air. Somethings wrong... I'm going to go drink untill I fell better"
As he walked away he could have sworn he heard Camellia say "Hmm, so Darc's alone now?"
Does this mean Delma's got competition?
Volk chuckled to himself. He wondered who his Alpha would choose.
They both betrayed him...but at least Delma has more looks than an eggplant.
"What'll it be?"
"Anything" Volk answered "Anything"
The bartender laughed as Volk walked away, drink in hand. Volk turned sharply.
"Whats so funny Wannabe?"
The bartender grabbed his spear and visibly tensed. Volk suspected he was prepared to fight.
These ears are picking up WAY to much
"Listen to me you pathetic Lupine" he spat "Calling me Wananbe is a joke! Wings, Fighting spirit!"
"You done?" Volk asked bored
"And a Lupine" he snapped "You've been scattered by the humans. They beat you!"
Volk turned and threw his drink, narrowly missing the other Deimos. Everyone was watching now. He drew his axe and laughed.
"Well how about you Wannabe?" he laughed "Your race pretend to be all tough, and here you sit in your little hidey hole all safe. What about the Drakyr? The Orcon, the Codept, and us Lupine? We're out there fighting for the Deimos!"
He lept over the bar and moved his spear to Volk's throat. One movement and the proud warrior would be dead.
Damn, gotta stall him
"You'd kill me?"
"To protect my honor as a Deimos"
"By slaugtering another Deimos? A Deimos that's out there fighting to protect you and your race?"
That seemed to enrage him even more, He brought his spear back, and Volk assummed he was backing down, but Volk sidestepped just in case. Good job he did, or the blade would coming out of his back round about now.
Godamn it! He's pushing his luck now!
Volk narrowly dodged another blow and leapt onto the table behind him. He focused his power into a "water crash", the first spell he ever learnt. It worked. The bartender slipped and fell flat on his back. Volk jumped down on top of him, snapping his spear in half. Volk pressed his Axe against the bastards throat.
His face was a mask of disgust "You going to kill me?"
Volk took his blade away "Of course not. You're a fool. Thats the difference between you and me"
Volk looked around the bar. People seemed impressed. Now was the time to spread the word.
"DEIMOS OF RUELOON" he hollared "HEAR ME!"
They were listening with rapt attention
"A true Deimos does not slaughter his colleagues over such crap!" he added "I travel with a Half Drayker, Half Human! His name is Darc! He will become King of the Deimos, and when he does, we must unite! all the races! We will have the power to kick those humans off of Aldrow, off of Ragnoth, Hasshine, and make sure they never set foot on Adenade again! We will reclaim Espatia!"
No one cheered or clapped. On the contrary people were talking amoungst themselves now.; Volk kept catching words like "Follow a wannabe?"
Before Volk could say anything he heard master Darc downstairs. He was yelling about something.
Better go check it out.
Without a second thoughtn he ran down the stairs, leaving the Deimos that had opposed him staring in awe.
I am Volk. I will not lose my pride. My pride as a Lupine.