[ P ] the story so far

i will not bow, i will not break

There has been a lot of talk about the winter ball lately. Tensions have died down a little bit, but for Cyanide, she is always tense. Sure, things may seem settled for now, but that doesn't mean they'll stay that way. It doesn't mean that the rebels aren't quietly plotting something and waiting for the right moment to strike. Cy isn't so sure the ball will go off without a hitch, so she's determined to do all she can to keep it running smoothly. She's hoping that she can manage to be assigned to a patrol right at the ball so she can really keep a good eye on things. Paws crossed, as they say.

It's been a fairly successful start so far in the army. She's joined the unit led by a man named Ramses and despite him being younger than her, she still finds him a bit intimidating. Cy would never admit this out loud, but she's been setting high expectations for herself in order to make a good impression. She wants him (but also everyone else) to know she's taking this job seriously despite joining the army much later than most of them. At her age, she'd be a higher rank by now if she had joined as a kid, so it does make her feel like a bit of an outcast at times or that others might not trust her.

Cyanide isn't one to get nervous usually, but after Ramses asked her to meet him along the beach, she could feel her stomach start to knot. The knots feel like they have knots as she gets closer and the sound of the crashing waves gets louder.

The winter air combined with the ocean breeze is enough to knock most wolves down, but Cy has never minded the cold. If anything, she prefers it. Her steps make small prints in the sand as she makes her way to her Captain. She clears her throat to announce her presence first before taking a seat by his side.

"You wanted to meet with me, Sir?" she asks, her tone much more cordial than she actually feels. Hopefully this is all simply talk of new patrols and duties he wants her to take on rather than a discussion of things she's done wrong.

"Speaking."

{ Table by Lauren ; Art by Tamberella } @Ramses

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amses had been steadily getting new members in his battalion and he was making an effort to meet with them all personally. It was difficult to accomplish, given the demanding tasks his position came with, but the Captain was determined to make his face known throughout his ranks. He had earned his title through a tournament but he deserved to be here.

Bearing that in mind, the young captain turned himself to thoughts of his newest addition - Cyanide. She seemed capable and proficient, though he had received a report that caused some concern to bubble in his chest. She seemed to have a bit of a temper, but he couldn't truly fault her for that. Ramses didn't believe she was a bad soldier simply because she let her emotions get the better of her in one instance. He wasn't going to look past it, but he felt she was capable of improvement once being made aware of the mistakes she made. The male released a sigh through his nostrils as he reclined to sit on his haunches near the water's edge, his pools of sunshine regarding his reflection momentarily. When he was a boy, he never would have imagined himself capable of holding the title of Captain.

'I came from humble beginnings.'

The thought was disrupted, much like the surface of still water when a pebble is dropped within its depths. A voice filtered into his mind, drawing his attention away from his reflection to the owner of the voice. She had a coat of dark fur and bright yellow eyes to match. "I did, yes. I received reports that you were joining my ranks. I make it a point to formally meet all the soldiers in my ranks." He motioned to the empty space beside him with a tilt of his crown. "Sit with me. We have much to discuss."

Ramses waited until she sat down, presumably, before speaking again. "I trust your time in service has been going well thus far?"

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@Cyanide