Random roleplay
Thread Topic: Random roleplay
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Metus squared up their shoulders and tried to look intimidating to match Astrid as he nodded along with her statement. They wondered if the coffee was poisoned. Metus figured it could be with all the treachery.
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Cheyenne had already anticipated that Astrid and Metus' responses wouldn't be great, so their reactions didn't catch her off guard. She understood that gaining their approval wouldn't be so easy; it would require much more effort on her part. As she listened intently to Astrid's points of contention, the alpha concentrated on maintaining her composure, searching for any weaknesses in the arguments presented. With a deliberate motion, she pulls her elbows off the table, setting her coffee cup down on its saucer before leaning back into her leather chair. Carefully, she arranges her hands on her lap, mindful of her injured hand and determined to avoid any further discomfort.
"I agree," Cheyenne decides to let the fellow alpha's insults go in one ear and out the other, only mentioning the point that an alpha should focus on their pack. "An alpha's focus, first and foremost, is their own. It's important to make sure each and every member of the pack is well provided for." She runs her uninjured hand through her hair, finger-combing it. "It's the reason we attacked your pack in the first place. You and your allies have a considerable advantage when it comes to access to the River.* Had Blood Moon decided not to join Ruby and Dirty Shirt in their little escapade, they might have gone ahead and attacked you themselves anyway just to get ahead. Hell, maybe even us too, since I knew about their plan."
She continues, "I suppose I was just preparing to take a position that caused the least amount of damage to my own pack. And, if this all turned out successful, it meant we could at least reap some benefits from their victory. That unfortunately means you had to be collateral damage, whether I liked it or not." After her unloading session, the boss sheds a bit of her professionalism to reach out and grab the cigar she was just smoking. She holds it in her hand, inspecting it, before pulling a black vintage lighter out of her blazer. -
(*oops completely forgot to add this note, river meaning the river i mentioned all the packs want to get to at the beginning of the story)
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Astrid thought for a moment. unsure of what to say. "doing something for your pack wouldn't cause as much death as you did." She shifted a little.
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"your logic completely falls apart. You say fighting us would cause the least damage. All it did was kill your pack. So you think we're stupid or are you just that clueless to how you sound." Metus said, carefully thinking over each detail. Yes, moonstone did have a lot of river access, but they'd already made negotiations with blood Moon and fighting an allied pack was a violation in every sense of the word.
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Cheyenne increasingly feels the pressure closing in around her, yet she remains resolute, unwilling to surrender. Much like catching a fish, diplomacy demands time, patience, and finesse. She senses the struggle of her catch, tugging fiercely against her efforts to reel it in. With a fluid motion, the boss flicks open the lighter using her uninjured hand, carefully positioning a cigar between her index finger and thumb, despite the injury on her other hand. As the tip ignites, the cigar crackles to life, and she inhales deeply, ironically almost as if she’s gasping for air. A ghost inhale follows, the smoke swirling into a perfect sphere before retreating back into her mouth. Cheyenne turns slightly, making a half-hearted attempt to blow the smoke away from Astrid and Metus, but with all the windows sealed tight and the air stagnant, the smoke lingers heavily around them, creating a dense haze. She puts the lighter down, switching the cigar to her other hand.
"Feeling wounded? Betrayed, even? I would certainly understand why." The alpha says in a soft tone, her posture subtly shifting as she realizes she must now change tactics. The tightrope she's been walking is gradually beginning to wear thin, but her pride keeps her going. "I assume you may have heard of the term 'scarcity mindset'?" She cocks an eyebrow, reaching into a drawer and producing a document. The document is a wildlife report written by a Blood Moon consultant and details the estimated population of prey animals in the local area. As is written on the document, several species such as deer, rabbits, squirrels and birds have been shown to have a gradually declining population. A single perfectly manicured nail traces the edges of the paper.
"It seems that this so-called 'scarcity mindset' has become increasingly common ever since, well, the sudden scarcity of food. And as a leader in my own right, you can imagine I've not heard the end of it since this all started." She sighs. "As shortsighted as my decision may have been, I felt it was the best course of action to take at the time to make sure my pack gets fed. I was itching to solve the situation myself, and in doing so placed my trust in the wrong people."
Cheyenne reaches back into the drawer, re-producing the map that was used at their last meeting. Talk about full circle. Speaking of full circle, the woman takes a marker and draws one right around Camas Valley. "Listen, I made a mistake. I apologize. And as a token of my apology, I will relinquish ownership of Camas Valley. You can have it back. But don't be so quick to throw in the towel now. If Ruby and Dirty Shirt do come back around for seconds, I would be more than happy to lend you my assistance. We can be a real team, and take them in a fair fight two-on-two. What do you say?" -
(small bump)
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(sorry for the wait, I'm trying to recover sleep I'll probably write a response after school.)
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you're all good!))
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Astrid had nothing to say, she had false judgement once before, she didn't want to put her pack in even more danger. she looked to Metus, not sure what to do.
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"this report is from your pack. You've shown you are ready and willing to lie to us. You've also revealed that, at least to some extent, you're allied with Ruby and dirty shirt. You must think we're either stupid, or naive." Metus observed. He was bound and determined to deny any offer for further betrayal from bloodmoon.
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Cheyenne has come to terms with her circumstances, drawing a long, deliberate drag from her cigar as she senses the metaphorical tightrope beneath her finally give way. With her eyes shut, she allows the warm, lingering sensation to wrap around her torso, gradually radiating out to her limbs. This time, she makes no effort to direct the smoke away from Astrid and Metus; instead, she gazes straight ahead, exhaling the thick cloud directly toward them. She finds it intriguing how the alpha couple's demeanor has shifted since their last encounter in this very room. It appears they've switched personalities completely, as far as Cheyenne as seen. Astrid, usually the more outspoken one, now sits in an unusual silence, prompting the alpha to ponder the reasons behind this unexpected change.
Scoffing as she retrieves the paper from the desk, Cheyenne shoves it back into the drawer haphazardly, almost defeatedly, but refusing to show it. The rich, earthy flavor of the cigar envelops her senses as she takes another long drag. She lingers over the taste, licking her lips, feeling the smoke swirl and settle in her lungs, a fleeting pleasure. The alpha's gaze turns slightly bloodshot as she exhales, a desperate wisp escaping her lips. Shedding her professionalism completely, she holds the cigar between her lips and unbuttons her shirt a little, loosening her tie with a casual flick of her uninjured wrist. She gingerly throws her legs up on the desk despite one of them being broken, perhaps a display of dominance.
"Very well then." The boss says as she takes the cigar from her lips. As persistent as she is in her business pursuits, she also knows when to stop. "I understand your position. But the offer still stands.. if you ever want it." As if knowing exactly when to appear, Adrianna does just so right at this moment, ready to escort them out. Cheyenne waves the two off in a dismissive manner, continuing to puff on her cigar.
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