6th month, April 51st
Shiani
Shiani will argue with the reporter about everything and alone among the speakers acts as if she is having a conversation. In short Shiani is everything that Akran is not, for example Akran is Aro ace while Shiani is trisexual*. There is going to be a lot of trauma written here too so read at your own risk.
Wow they, they gave me the microphone... Yes fine, I remembered something, sometimes a perfect memory is a curse. Let us go over my people because that is easier for me to talk about. Once I have gained my confidence, we will go over stuff like the marriage, riots, and other bloody, traumatizing things mmkay?
So here we go, when the good saint Nikolas blessed my faction, he gave us a gift beyond what most people would understand. When I first went to the wolves to serve as a negotiator Cordlen told me, "Watch them Wolfblood, I want to know if they plan to attack." Seem strange that my spouse never says my name unless necessary? Let me tell you this, one leave my w- sorry spouse alone! Two that's literally how Cordlen speaks to anyone in particularly small groups.
Anyway, I agreed, and they let me leave. Once I was there Fenris treated me as he would a puppy, his wolves would bring me food and treat me with great care as they learned my version of their language and I learned their customs.
What do you mean explain our customs!? That is a well-kept secret of our house I will not-omitted-. A wolf, I called her mother. Mother taught me to keep to the traditions of the wolves and run in a way that looked wolf-like but still was about as fast as a wolf. I could run as fast as they walked but I could not run as fast as they did so another wolf usually carried me, in serious situations Fenris would carry me.
Eventually I got so fed up with young wolves acting superior to me that I went to Cordlen to ask for a knife. Why Cordlen? Because I do not get paid for 'playing with puppies' as Akran describes it. Akran hates me by the way, can't imagine why.
"President, I need a weapon." I asked that day when Cordlen answered the door. Cordlen nodded and gestured for me to come inside. I stood in the foyer of Cordlen's mansion. The place had water fixtures and designs all over, the sound of rain seems to be the background noise there.
Cordlen came back and said, "Why do you need the knife cat?" When they called me cat, I understood, this was not Cordlen being nice for then Cordlen stood in front of me, dead eyed and serious. I looked down for Cordlen's eyes when they are disappointed seem to see right through you, seeing all of your mistakes and thoughts, Cordlen was a master in debate and reduced a few other debtors in the competition to tears, even broke one's sanity for a few days.
I gulped and said, "well, the wolves can all hunt, but I can't, and they always seem to patronize me on it." Cordlen looked at me and said, "well? Why should I help you." clearly Cordlen was immune to how anyone looks. I looked them in the eyes, they are about a foot taller than me, and said, "because you need me and if you don't give me a weapon then your only source of information inside the wolves will disappear Cordlen!" Cordlen smiled genuinely then and gave me a pair of Donin, "Use them as claws kitten, you'll need them." Cordlen then bent down a little to look me in the eyes and said, "Weapons are a last resort, threats turn against you and strength only falls." I found that I had lost the ability to speak, so I only nodded mutely. Cordlen nodded and said, "If there's anything you need don't hesitate to tell me, now leave."
I felt accomplished then, I had gotten Cordlen to show a bit of affection. I had gotten the care of the person reputed to be, 'as cold as the glacier water that they control' as people said.
I used the claws and quickly became a respected and powerful person in the wolves' society. Then the wolves brought the conditions before the humans and twelve apostles joined me. I asked Cordlen for the Donin and they gave the Donin that I needed in a backpack in one day, sending it with Niki.
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The refugees, 2nd draft
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