ooc: hey .eclipse. , here's your acceptance thread B) After this, you can consider yourself recruited and either participate in the war as a DV soldier, or just head back to camp.
This takes place before DV arrives at the Isle of Glass.

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News of Ragnarok was delivered by unlikely messengers: a murder of crows that blackened the skyline, swarming over the sun. Oukoku-Kai's hordes were not so drunk on revelry that they could not recognize the omen for what it was. As the valley emerged into the light of dawn, the Triad prepared their multitudes for war.

It was a cautionary measure. Investigate, but be prepared. Anamelech lunged for the opportunity to explore the outside world with a voracity not expected from one anticipating the coming apocalypse. For Anamelech, this excursion was nothing more than a vacation. A delightful little venture, though at the moment, the length of her travels was wearing on her and her paws were beginning to ache.

Maybe she should get Thetis or Maverick to massage her paws. Where were they? Anamelech sighed. She broke away from the congregation to get some fresh air, though she did not stray far from the protection of her flock. If she gave off a distress call, her faithful would rush to her defense.

"Boring," Anamelech sighed. If only they had encountered a human camp to raid. She could see for herself where Virra had borrowed the bracelets that she had offered to Anamelech.

Perhaps if Ragnarok did come, things would feel less frightfully dull.

Like a true God, Anamelech had wanted for something, and it had then willed itself into existence. She had demanded entertainment from these alien, unplundered lands, and they had given her Carissi. Carissi addressed her from across the river, regarding her with an uncommon dash of flattery that Anamelech did not expect from a heathen. With the obliviousness of a child enticed with a handful of candy, Anamelech eagerly devoured the compliment, fanning out her tail and puffing out her chest to enlarge her presence.

Be on high alert, cautioned some intact aspect of her common sense, and she set that aside for now. Anamelech would howl for assistance if Carissi tried anything, but for now, she wanted to indulge her curiosity and socialize with the first unconverted wolf she had ever encountered. Imagine that -- a heathen in its natural habitat! How positively foul!

It was evident that Anamelech did not see this as a meeting between equals, but the social equivalent of her gawking at an exotic tiger from a safari cab.

And in Carissi's case, though Anamelech acknowledged that her arrival was peculiar, flattery would indeed get her anywhere.

"Lovely? My my my, such manners," Anamelech purred, still preening. Carissi was off to a good start, apparently. "Who are you, my dear?"

Anamelech's grin widened by a fraction, and if she was the type to show her teeth out of mirth, she would have gladly given Carissi a glimpse. For a half second her teeth flashed, but only so she could flirtatiously drag her tongue over a canine, and then her smile was again sealed. "If you're always so delightful, dearest," responded Anamelech in kind, "Then I think we will."

Thetis wouldn't be happy to know she was answering so openly and brazenly to another woman's advances. Anamelech knew this, and Anamelech didn't care. She would have continued even if Thetis was gawking at them with tears in her eyes.

Anamelech's golden eyes changed focus from Carissi's face to roam over her body, penetrating her pelt to study her flesh and bones. She noted the disparate skull structure and barrel chest. Though Anamelech retained some adolescent lankiness she was still fully grown, but Carissi flaunted herself and her musculature in a way that easily dwarfed her. She had no experience with Bacchus dires; all she had was a vague supposition that Carissi was no mere Fringeborn. If her pedigree was lacking, however, her conduct exceeded her lowblooded origins. "Carissima," Carissi purred like she was reading a love letter.

"Car-i-ssi," Anamelech recited each syllable, the pronunciation indulgent. Anamelech determined in that moment that she liked this name, as she liked this Carissi. "Yes. A lovely name."

If they were offering introductions, it was only appropriate she provide her own title. "Gigantea," Anamelech said in return. "Rosa Gigantea. Some of my followers call me Scheherazade." The way she said followers was an obvious ploy to catch Carissi's attention, but perhaps the bait was delicious enough for Carissi to overlook it. Hence why she revealed her summon name so early into their encounter. This would be another detail that, if Thetis was aware, would certainly vex her, especially after Thetis had to scrape and scrounge for the honor to refer to Anamelech by name.