Shade continued across the thicket floor. This thicket was full of mysteries, secrets, and wolves whom could or could not be trusted. It put him on edge a bit just thinking about his encounters here. He was certain there was another wolf, which put him more on edge. Not to mention, this wolf smelled to be a female loner. Loners could not be trusted, they were dangerous, although he'd met a few loners in his days that were kind. one being his sister, and second being his loving mate, now of Willow Ridge, Rosealia.

<b style="color:#8e989d">"May I ask whom has made there way into the thicket of mysteries, secrets and mistrust?" He called out. He could not see through the dense vegetation. His voice was demulcent as he looked in the direction that he thought to contain a wolf. He wondered whom she was. He continued towards the scent to reach a small clearing. <b style="color:#8e989d">"Forgive my manners, I am Shade Slayer, Subordinate of Willow Ridge." He said calmly to see a smaller, grey, brown and greed fae in front of him. Her copper eyes looked frustrated.

As he waited for the fae's response, he wondered what a delicate fae would be doing in a place like this? This was not the place for someone who looked as kind as her. He tilted his head a bit as if asking why she was here. It reminded him of his sister, Shadowstorm. The last he saw of the fae, she was heading out to go back to her place of rest. She was in the pack Copper Rock Creek, but not yet an official member. Staying there until her leg was healed. But the sister of him was planning to join the pack, he wished her luck on her travels.

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Shade looked at the wolf in a state of confusion as she spoke of his sister. He didn't understand, how did this wolf know of him? Was she a friend of his long lost sister, or a poser to make him drop him guard. <b style="color:#8e989d">"Might I ask who you are? How do you know of my sister?" He demanded, this was not the time for talk, no, not talk by any means. His face was in an emotionless. ataraxia. He refused to let his guard down as long as this wolf was around, she didn't even give her name to him after he gave his. That was no manners what so ever. But if this wolf knew Shadowstorm, was a friend at that. Still, the knifes, snakes of emotions relied in trust. A shielded heart, cannot be broken.

Shade stood tall, proud of his pack, he would not show weakness to a lone wolf, friend or not, his muscles stayed stiffened, his eyes showing nothing but pride. He had no reasons for his actions other then one thing, instinct. This was his way of shielding his mental self from others. It never failed. He awaited a response.

(Sorry it is so short!)

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"Oh! I'm sorry. My name's Cessair. I met Shadowstorm off to the east a few weeks ago. Then I saw her again more recently and we became friends. She had told me that she was going to go meet up with her long-lost... Well -- you. I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean to be rude, but I was just so excited to get to meet you now, too!" The explanation took him a while to process, during that time, his stare, blank, emotionless. This was a thicket of lies, he would not ease up, it was nature.

<b style="color:#8e989d">"Hello Cessair. I've known so many whom have lied to me. If you don't mind my asking, just to clarify you know here. What pack is Shadowstorm staying with and why is she staying there?" He said, his eyes giving nothing away, his head shrieking inside. It was pure torture to not be able to trust anything anyone said.

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"Shadowstorm is staying with Copper Rock Creek pack while her broken leg heals. She also mentioned to me that the pack leader said she could become a member of Copper Rock Creek if she proved her worth. Upon my word I mean no one any harm at all, I know it's hard to trust simple words, so if you really don't think you can trust me, then I will leave. Maybe Shadowstorm herself will tell you about me then, but I really don't want to be a bother to you." Shade knew then, that this fae, Cessair was is? Well, she definitely knew Shadow.

<b style="color:#8e989d">"No, it's fine, I just don't know who to trust with the truth now a days. But I can see, that you do know Shadowstorm like you say." He said. A flashback of his past occurred. Shade was born to an unknown line of Lone Wolves. The Slayer wolves. His father ruthless, crueld and mean. When he started training Shade and his sister Shadowstorm how to survive the cold world. He used his first lesson: Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He told Shade never to join a pack. Shade was an idealistic child. He had reason and said that wolves would be stronger in numbers. His father attacked him, leaving no permenant scars, but the emotional trama to get it stuck into his head. This went on for a year or so, his mother kept begging his father to stop, claiming they were children, they didn't know better. It got worse as it happened. His father started to beat her too. It was gruesome to watch. He was out on a final hunting assignment. Returned early with two hares for the family. He came to the sight of his parents fighting a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, he ran for his life. Hoping his sister made it out alive too, he began to search for her. He searched everywhere far and wide for a long 4 years. He finally came and arrived here, in Relic Lore.

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"Shade? Hello? Are you still with me?" Shade zoned back in, slightly confused at what had just happened. <b style="color:#8e989d">"S-s-sorry." He stuttered as he adjusted to the realty of things. <b style="color:#8e989d">"Thanks, does Shadowstorm zone out, or get odd flashbacks of the past we share? Did she ever tell you the story?" He asked, Shadow tended to tell her friends one story too many when it came down to things. If she told her, it wouldn't surprise Shade at all. A slightly confused gleam in his eye. What had happened to him. Was it obviously he was away from reality? Or did Cessair have a keen eye?

It did remind hi of his history, but he didn't zone out, he looked at her, though his thoughts else where. Shade was born to an unknown line of Lone Wolves. The Slayer wolves. His father ruthless, crueld and mean. When he started training Shade and his sister Shadowstorm how to survive the cold world. He used his first lesson: Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He told Shade never to join a pack. Shade was an idealistic child. He had reason and said that wolves would be stronger in numbers. His father attacked him, leaving no permenant scars, but the emotional trama to get it stuck into his head. This went on for a year or so, his mother kept begging his father to stop, claiming they were children, they didn't know better. It got worse as it happened. His father started to beat her too. It was gruesome to watch. He was out on a final hunting assignment. Returned early with two hares for the family. He came to the sight of his parents fighting a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, he ran for his life. Hoping his sister made it out alive too, he began to search for her. He searched everywhere far and wide for a long 4 years. He finally came and arrived here, in Relic Lore. 

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