OOC:

It's been a hell of a lot of fun, but this character's story is over.

Thanks to everybody who made playing on CBTB so much fun.

Andre is also gone, as I will no longer be playing at this MuX.

Thanks again and good luck to everybody.

The Pack is fairly buzzing with the insult the Fox queen decided to deliver. Personally, I look forward to a war. Battle will weed out our weak and stupid members, leaving the pack stronger, leaner and more vicious for the next struggle.

And it will serve as a reminder to the rest of the monsters in this town why humans piss themselves when they hear 'werewolf' and not 'werefox, dog or goose'. And nothing sends a 'don't fuck with us' message quite like a little local genocide of the species that does it first.

This is an ooc post to discuss something that a lot of the Rankers have been kicking around.

Proposed statement of OOC Pack policy:

Attention Beta and Neowolves - If you have a problem playing a submissive character, a character who is not in charge and who can suffer for their offenses at the drop of a hat, please relinquish your Lukoi alt and free up the space for somebody who -can- play the role they picked.

This would be followed up by private ooc chats or @mails by the rankers to people who are in danger of running afoul of it.

Thoughts, comments, suggestions, rants, flames and general questioning of my morals and parentage may commence now.

We have an Ulfric.

Not a doctor. Not a man. Not a lover. Not a friend. We have an Ulfric. Born in blood and pain and strength. It's about time. I was certain he could win. I just wasn't entirely certain that he wanted to win. That he'd put the pack and his life above those he wanted to help or loved personally. As it turns out I shouldn't have worried.

We also lost three alphas and four betas. Which is bad from a tactical viewpoint, if we were a pack with perfect harmony. But we were not. Now, perhaps we are. David was a good man. Just too mad and too confused to be a good wolf. Brigid was a very good woman and a very good wolf. I'd hope that I'd die with half as much composure. Daine and Kira ... died as they lived. Consistent. If not loyal.

It's a new dawn for the pack, after a night that was several months long.

David has named himself Fenrir.

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Apologied to both Lupa and Ulfric. Zane let me know in no uncertain terms that the next time I crossed him in public that I might not survive the experience. Which is three more chances than most Ulfrics would give me. The more I'm around Zane the more he becomes a person, rather than personification of 'Ulfric'. Still trying to decide if that is a good thing.

I've been a part of a couple of interesting chats involving the them, this week. Being a new alpha and with Scott, I'm spending a lot more time around Zane and Maricela than I would otherwise. It's still a bit nerve wracking when the conversations turn towards things tense, but I'm pretty sure I'm covering that well.

Speaking of which, I screwed up minorly in front of the Lupa last night and Scott had to correct me. Embarrassing. Mari seemed a little surprised that he'd do so. No matter what happens in private, he's still Freki and I'm still a minor alpha. Some lines you can't blur in front of other people. In any case, given that everything I do or say reflects not just on me but on Scott as my mate, I need to be better than that.

Ah well, live and learn.

The Lupanar was ... well, dramatic.

Zane announced that Kazimir would be given a chance to 'prove himself'. Which is a null statement, really. If the Ulfric is extending his time here, he's more than half way made up his mind to bring the man into the pack. The rest is just manuevering to keep his rankers happy. He opened the floor to discussion.

I mouthed off. Others replied. It was disheartening to find out just what inroads Kaz has made into the pack. There was some serious bickering and growling. At our most sacred of rituals and the time when these things can get people killed accidently with ease as we have limited control and short tempers by nature under the full moon. The Ulfric shut it down, finally. But it was fairly obvious that I was the one at fault.

I owe both Zane and the Lupa an apology.

And I need to start packing.

I spent the last few days in the woods as a wolf. Scott knew where I was, but other than that, I didn't feel like letting anybody know. It was refreshing in ways. And in others, it highlighted how different things are for me now.

Taking on four legs and finding the deepest wilderness for days at a time used to be my salvation. This time I enjoyed it, but I found myself wishing Scott were there. And missing my pack.

I wanted to come home. And realized that the Lobos Creek pack is my home now and I think of them that way. Frightening. Vulnerability is a weakness that can be exploited. But on the other hand, it feels good. I haven't had a family since I was infected. And if this one is a bit dysfunctional, well, so am I, these days.

Interesting few days.

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