A Request

[Murron De Luca]

She could not believe she was doing this but he insisted and she promised she at least try and if Sicila had his head on a platter or hers for this well at least she could say she tried as she beat him in the after life. Sitting in front of Sicila now though she was not sure which way this talk was going to end though all she knew was the woman had agreed to see her and that in itself was a feat right now.

”I am here to see you mam, as a request” she started off trying to start out on a good note hopefully and knowing the warden was not one to like beating around the bush she continued on.”Shortly after our arrival to this island I had come across one of the native werewolf pack leaders briefly and he had been seen few times since after that meeting that I had thought him to be dead frankly.” she had made sure her posture was not one that would offend Sicila in anyway.

”But the man has popped up again on my herb gathering to replace some of the plants that would not grow in the greenhouse and during that encounter he had told me of his interest in Furiae and the humans here and asked me to speak with you on if you would be willing to make a deal with him and meeting, he wishes to inquire about a marshal position. I believe he is wanting to due to the fact that he told me both sides of his family descends from wizards and witches housed here in the days of the buildings original purpose.”

[Sicila O'Dair]

Played by Lynx

The new faculty woman, Murron, had requested a meeting. Sicila really didn't feel like it, truth be told. Just this morning she'd refreshed her numerous wards, both around her and around the office, in processed a new inmate, written off a few documents, and drank five cups of tea. Tea did help quite a bit with the sickness, although now, according to Michael, she should stop being so sick. She had noticed a remarkable improvement in her physical feelings. That had come with the downfall of her emotions, however. Just last night she had cried! Actually cried! Fortunately it was only in front of her husband.

She sat placidly (for the moment) and listened to the new faculty prattle on, her eyes sharp as ever. So the werewolves had contacted them. She'd wondered when that would happen. After all, she was holding their...pups...in the facility. Nasty mudblooded rabids, they were. Frankly she didn't care if they wasted away, as some already seemed to be doing. But for now this pack leader could be of interest to her.

"So what is this pack leader's name?" she asked brisquely, pulling out a piece of parchment and setting her pen to write on it's own, transcribing their conversation, "and why would he want a marshal's position? According to the young werewolves themselves they have all they need on the island. There is no reason we should join ranks with them. What is it that he wants, really? Merely claiming pure blood isn't enough to make him a qualified teacher."

The whole time she kept her voice level, hands clasped on top of the desk as the silver quill wrote its way over the paper. Her eyes stayed fixed on Murron's in an almost predatory way. For now, Sicila was ready to listen.

[Murron De Luca]

In all her time either as an inmate or now Marshal Sicila expecting the first few weeks was not pleasant due to the morning sickness the woman seemed to snap at every little thing more the normal. Now though even Murron had to admit she looked better almost back to her old self key word almost and true to normal Sicila fashion she was indeed not beating around the bush.

”Priest Ryder, he has an interest in us and he knows the land well and if you do not mind me saying mam the pack he has been alpha of has not been touched according to him there are more then one or two said packs and not all share his views on us being here the other packs he tells me well to put it simple want us out”

Oh but she knew Furiae would be around here a long long time more so with the warden’s determination

[Sicila O'Dair]

"Why should I care about the land?" she said with a light laugh, waving her hand to dismiss the thought, "or that there are many packs? What those dogs do is irrelevant to me."

Silly wolves. Thought they could conquer the great Warden, thought they had something to offer her. Of course, they did, but it was nothing they would suggest. If Sicila cared about the island, she would have known everything about it already. No, the island's inhabitants were of little consequence. Of course she had taken the werewolf children - it was for their own good! No child would end up good if allowed to roll about in the muck and leaves of the forest.

"Now, De Luca, let us start again," she ordered, a small smile on her face, "what is it that this Ryder wolf could offer us? We have no desire to explore the island or get to know its inhabitants - he cannot offer us any protection against the other packs. No, I have enough protection on my own."

She leaned back in the chair, resting her hands on her stomach. Now was a time when she would see how competent the De Luca woman really was. Surely she knew more than the wolf's name.

[Murron De Luca]

This was going to be harder then she thought but she would get though it all she had to do was think and do it fast. There was not much she really could say with out giving away Ara and that little girl she would protect with her life no questions asked. So the blond looked directly at Sicila as she tried to figure this out only coming up with no other option she spoke.

”We could use another Tame or Wild Specialist and I’d be willing since this request was asked of me to bring to you to give him a hand till he got every thing down that he needed to know” she paused but it was a brief one where her blue green eyes never left the woman in front of her..

”But I know you wanted to start over so I ask you what do you want to know and what do you want in return for this?”She was sure was not stupid the warden wanted something might as well see what it was.

[Sicila O'Dair]

Sicila sighed inwardly, although there was no expression on her face other than the small, knowing smile. Silly woman. She didn't have Sicila figured out in the slightest!

"We have a quite adequate Specialist as it stands," she mused, looking off at a candle flickering on the corner of her desk, "and really, there's no reason for you to tutor him if he did get a position. That isn't your area!"

Such a pretty thing, the little flame flickering there. The only good present she had ever received, that candle. A Candle of Truth. Only Sicila and Michael knew of it's existence here, and no one would ever guess what it truly was. It appeared to be nothing more than a thick tallow candle. But ah, the wonderful things it did. No lies could be spoken when it was lit, and it couldn't be put out by anyone but her. Yes, truly a good gift for a Warden of a facility of liars, cheats, and conniving whelps.

Her gaze grew sharp and she turned her chair to lean over the desk and pin Murron once more with her sharklike stare.

"What do I want? How silly of you, child!" she said. Then suddenly she threw her head back and laughed, a merry sound, something that did not quite fit with her serious and terrifying persona, "What I want is not on the table for discussion! No, I ask what he wants! Why would one of those mutts, a leader no less, want to be a teacher here? Why would he give up the forest and his bitches and kin to serve under me? What interests him about us?"

[Murron De Luca]

Murron was not stupid she merely was treating Sicila like everyone else she did not trust like a snake in the grass ready to strike you. So did Murron lie to people of course, did she play the part of as the Warden put it a silly little girl yes it was a given. Why because it made sure you lasted longer while in with those snakes due to them brushing you aside like you were not a threat to them.

”I did not mean in the classes mam rather the building and how it works here I’d help him with” she shrugged then as if to say just a thought really.

She watched the candle for a moment surprised that it was there why because Sicila’s office never changed not that the woman cared no it was just odd seeing a attempt at décor even on a small scale. Her gaze however snapped back to Sicila was the oddest sound came from her it couldn’t be a laugh but it was. Then she found herself under that look again but did not flinch or so much as bat a lash.

Rather then stating the obvious of were you not listening to me she gave a slow smile it was one of those that said you didn’t know a person at all smiles. In truth no one here knew Murron she was playing a roll with nearly everyone in Furiae. What went on in that girls mind would make peoples blood run cold but then again given who she was and the family she came from it was a given. Although she could never scare the woman in front of her that did not mean the woman knew her at all.

”He would not be giving up anything Warden those mutts would listen to an order of his be it something simple or complex no matter where he is or the status of his health for that matter. They work on a system much like a actual pack of wolves but with one difference their minds human minds can over rule the beast in them.” Why was Murron telling this to the warden to make her see exactly how they worked so she knew some of the things in that question would not be lost. ”It’s an unspoken law among them to understand both sides of what they are be it the wolf or man. Ryder and his pack I suspect have been watching us and the inmates even when we are not aware of it they watch he watches to understand and know why we are here how we work and what sets us apart from them allowing us to be accepted”She held up and hand then she was not done.

The next look she gave Sicila was a level one oh she knew the woman would not like her head being talked off but for some reason she could not leave anything out of that question. ”He wants to learn what he could have if he had not been as and where he was the man descends from this builds old occupant days and while you said and I agree that claiming pure blood means little it’s a start and having a pack here while you do not see the need for protection and surely you don’t need it it could keep the other packs at bay. But mostly what the man wants is to protect me he seems to think that I need it when I don’t I honestly do not understand the interest”

[Sicila O'Dair]

Oh youth. DeLuca hadn't even been promoted a few months, and already she was asking favors and requests as if she was actually important. Well, at least it was something of minor interest to Sicila. The werewolves on this island had not so far retaliated, although the Warden was not so stupid as to think that would stay the case for long. But here a werewolf leader was presenting himself to her, wanting to ally himself with her. Even though they were subhumans, Sicila wasn't too high up to see the use they could serve her.

"Of course they have been watching us, just as I've been watching them," she said dismissively, "and yes, I could see where a pack would be of interest to me. So would he want to stay on the grounds, then? Or would he prefer bedding in the leaves at night with his pack of mongrels? What exactly would he do with his 'pack', as you say?"

How did the leader wish this to play out? Sicila wasn't fooled for a second about his intentions. No doubt he was only wishing to play spy, be a little wolf among humans and find out how to take them down. When the facility was moved to the island she'd expected some resistance from the native animals, and here it was staring her in the face.

"Also, DeLuca, it would serve you well to keep in mind that these are not humans," she admonished strongly, "they are animals. Yes, many of the ones we know are bitten, and it is sad that they have been attacked in such a way, but they are no more human than a centaur! The born ones are even more animal - some of them have pointed ears and teeth, showing their true natures! Do not get too involved with them."

She wrinkled her nose, showing her distaste for a second. Such facts did not stop them from seeing themselves as humans, of course, but it was the furthest thing from fact.

[Murron De Luca]

Murron did not say a word as Sicila spoke in her years here she learned to keep her mouth shut till the warden was done speaking. That in itself served the young woman well as she had always kept her nose clean in Furiae. That did not mean however that Murron was ever a suck up no it just meant she never got caught well that and everyone knew of Sicila’s love for the pure blooded house over the others. “I would assume he would want a place on the grounds maybe another one of the old shacks to fix up?” she answered getting right to the point. ”As for his pack I do not know what he will do with them” she told her which was the truth because of the candle not that she knew about it no but she did know that there were some things Priest did not even tell her.


She could have laughed at Sicila’s warning however she did not she just remained as she was and that was sitting across from the woman. ”I know very well what they are mam” she said simply letting the woman think that she agreed with her. ”If you wish to speak with him I can go get him now or at your convenience”

[Sicila O'Dair]

Sicila stopped talking for a number of minutes, brooding to herself over this information. To her, DeLuca was barely a presence in the room. She honestly didn't care if her marshals had to wait a minute, five minutes, or an hour. They would sit and be patient. Now, what to do....it was a good opportunity. Get some werewolves under her thumb, control a powerful leader. As if she would actually let him teach classes. No students of hers would be given an education by a mongrel halfbreed.

"Yes," she finally said after a number of minutes, "bring him to me. Go out, get him, and use your Portkey to bring him to the courtyard. I will wait for you here."

Oh, she had plans now. The werewolf leader would have to make some sacrifices if he wanted to be a faculty member here. Sacrifices that would benefit her quite well. Of course he would have to register as well. Sicila did things right, and she wasn't about to have her perfect world taken away just because she didn't have some stupid wolf let the Ministry know he was there.

[Murron De Luca]

Murron actually did not mind the waiting in silence on the contrary she preferred it the girl in actually was a very smart although calculating girl even if she did not let many know it. So as Sicila sat there mulling over her options Murron was doing the same and was willing to bet that neither of them shared not even one of those said options. The little blond was like her mother in that respect see Murron got along with Sicila much like oil did with water. Both women had their uses but they did not really mix well. Ironically this was the exact nature of Nadiya her mother and Nadine’s relationship not that Murron knew about it.

When the woman finally spoke to her she merely nodded, stood and replied ”Understood I will be back in a moment” and like that she was out the door before the older woman could even so much as blink. Making her way quickly through the halls out the door and across the grounds she wasted not even a moment in getting to the forest edge where she told Priest to wait for her.

”Priest, The warden wants to meet with you” came her voice from the tree line where she could eye the few pack members that came with him ”They need to stay she seems to be on her own personal agenda and if this goes bad well you’ll need them out here. Come on follow me” she said turning to walk back to the building hoping and knowing he was in tow.

[Priest Ryder]

Priest looked to her and smiled as she stepped up to him as soon as she said the Warden wanted to talk he kissed Ara’s forehead and handed her over to one of the other wolves with him. He stood following her out of the forest; he looked down at her a frown on his handsome face. ”What has she asked of you so far?” He wanted to know so he could be ready for his own questions, he wasn’t going to pretend he knew the Warden… he didn’t and honestly didn’t want to.

”Has she found out about Ara?” He asked softly, ”Or us?” He needed to know what he was dealing with before he got there, HAD too. He looked down at Murron waiting for her to talk. She knew the woman enough to tell him what he was about to be up against.

[Murron De Luca]

Sighed as she lead him though the ground she would not take the port key they were not in truth that far from the building as it was. How to answer his questions without sounding too much like this was going to be without a doubt and lack of better words at the same time a death march for them both. ”What she asked is pretty standard given the warden she is one of those people that love power. So she asked why you wanted to be a Marshal, why you would” Murron took a breath through gritted teeth here ”Give up your bitches and pack to work for her, where you would sleep on the ground or bedding down in the leaves in the woods” she took another breath to calm down.


”She asked what interest you had in us I told her me” she turned to look at him”I told her you wanted to protect me nothing more. As it stands she does not know about Ara its best with the warden to tell only what you must to her and dance around the rest if you can” sighing again as they continued to walk “I have no idea what she wants in return but I believe you going to have to give up a lot in her eyes I am right here with you though remember that”

[Priest Ryder]

He nodded softly as she talked planning out answers to questions that hadn’t been asked of him yet. As they reached the door he turned to her holding her chin gently in one big hand, ”don’t worry... No one is going to get the better of me Witchling.” He murmurs softly to her before knocking on the door as he turned away from her so the woman inside wouldn’t pin them together.

[Sicila O'Dair]

A knock sounded, breaking Sicila out of her silent waiting. Like a lioness, she could sit there and wait for hours until her prey arrived. This was it, then. She swept the door open with a broad hand movement, admitting the scruffy man outside.

"You must be Priest," she said, then motioned to the chair across the desk from her, "please, take a seat. As you may have guessed, I am Sicila O'Dair, Warden of this facility."

He didn't look like much, but then again he was the leader of a mutt band. She was somewhat surprised that he didn't show up shirtless with pants made of leaves. His clothes did look very foresty, though. That was keeping with her knowledge of them. He probably knew magic as well - of course he did, otherwise he wouldn't even be applying!

"So Marshal DeLuca tells me you have an interest in working under me," she said, preferring to cut to the chase, "why would you suddenly want to do that? You are a leader - why would you give that up to work underneath someone else?"

He had to want something more from her, some advantage he thought she would grant him. If he thought he was going to get the upper hand and the better end of the deal here, he was wrong. Sicila didn't need him.