Private When the Wolf Beckons

[Gerwald Lechner]

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TAG: Naedira Darcrath | Oleander Webb | Evor | Lunara Azure | Arkryion Malachar

Darth Empyrean had given Gerwald a task, and he would see to it. The wolf’s ambition had grown in the wake of @Darth Ophidia’s death, and the Emperor wanted her holdings folded back into the empire as a whole. As his wrath, Gerwald would ensure that not a single world fell into the hands of Tsis’Kaar remnants or loyalists. If that meant more killing, then it meant more killing. The warrior was not shy when it came to the task of spilling blood. He was a wolf. He killed for sustenance and sport.

The emperor’s wishes would see Gerwald spread thin if he attempted to achieve them on his own. It had long been time the wolf called upon those close to him, other allies that would benefit from his ascension into greater power. Chief among those he had asked to be by his side in the endeavor was his lover, his mate. Naedira Darcrath was not a stranger to death. While she may not stomach the killing as much as the wolf seemed to, she did what duty demanded. For the moment, unification demanded the lives of a few suffer so the lives of the many could prosper.

Today, the pair would play the part of host. There were others Gerwald had invited to gather as he would lay out the campaign ahead of them, but lacking the formality of a war room meeting. Instead the couple opened their home, a flat gifted to the wolf by Empyrean himself. It sat atop one of the tallest towers in Jutrand’s capital district. Gerwald often thought the gift was more @Srina Talon’s idea as a way to keep her wolf ever close. Should she have need of him, he would be at hand. Gerwald supposed the same could be said of the emperor. Had the Dead God wanted him, he was never too far.

The home boasted a view that was unlike most in the city. It faced the place where the sun set, and the moon rose high. It was fitting for a wolf, something that had not been a coincidence Gerwald was sure. Their company would certainly find the place to be a bit more lavish and proper than what they knew Gerwald to be like. Soft feminine touches throughout the living space spoke to Naedira’s present return in Gerwald’s life. Splashes and pops of colors the wolf usually avoided were prevalent in the penthouse. It was not as dark or brooding as it may have seemed even two months prior.

The more of herself Naedira recovered, the more her personality and tastes in decor overtook the barbaric and brutish aesthetic Gerwald often embraced.

It was a tale as old as time.

Beauty and the Beast.

Gerwald was dressed in something casual, a loose fitting charcoal colored sweater. He did not want to give the impression that anything about what they were doing that night was official in any capacity. It was not quite yet. There was still the matter of determining how each would interact with the others. Whatever trust and chemistry Gerwald was looking for among them all was best ascertained in a setting which centered around entertainment than violence.

He knew all of them could kill. What he did not know was how each could relate when battle was not involved. Not everything would be solved by the sword. To the lupine’s distaste, diplomacy would also be an effective weapon in their arsenal. Naedira and Lunara would be certain to serve in that capacity well. Evor and Arkryion did not give Gerwald the same level of confidence. Perhaps they would change his mind during the gathering. Oleander, the Anzat, there was one thing Gerwald needed him for. It would be a miracle if he did not attempt to feed on any of the guests.

Blue eyes turned to regard the time. Their guests would be arriving soon. He headed toward the kitchen where he and Naedira had both been spending a fair portion of the afternoon.

“I can take care of this if you need to finish getting ready at all,” he offered. “The guests will be here soon.”

Gerwald kissed her cheek.

“I already know where you want everything, and how you want it.” he tapped the side of his head. “You really can get ready.”

 

[Lunara Azure]

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Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath | Oleander Webb | Evor | Arkryion Malachar ​

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"And deprive us of your better half's sparkling personality, then we'd be stuck with you. How could we live with that outcome? I distinctly came because I was promised someone to talk to who didn't quaff ale or mead…do you quaff mead?"

The corners of Lunara's lips quirked up in the ghost of a teasing smile as crystal blue eyes danced across the room before she inclined her head in Naedira's direction.

"Naedira, it's lovely to see you again. Wolf, don't you know it's bad etiquette to leave your guests waiting without a drink. Are we going to have to take you back to etiquette school?"

Blue eyes danced over the room for a moment before the blonde pushed off the doorframe she'd been leaning against and padded into the room. The apartment was nice, comforting, mostly Naedira's work she assumed, last time she'd seen Gerwald choosing his own décor he'd opted for a house that was…more rustic would have been a nice way to describe it. This was much more civilized, much nicer. She'd have to thank the Worm for his influence in civilizing her friend, it made a much better place to come visit than the Wolf's mud-soaked home planet…no she still hadn't forgiven it for ruining one of her favourite dresses.

A glare was tossed in Gerwald's direction on general principles before relenting, glancing out of the window at the Jutrand landscape outside the window, or at least the landscape such as it was. Stonemites had razed much of the surface of the planet, but even if they hadn't any planet with such a huge amalgamation of Sith rarely remained untouched. The very presence of the dark side which they all used, flung around without a thought, corrupted, and reshaped the world around it. She didn't know what Jutrand used to be, but now the air hung heavy with pressure, the kind that continuously pressed on the edge of your mind. It might have been a pretty world once, but now it was subtly off, in the same way that Korriban was. A testament to the pervasive ambition of the Sith made real.

It wasn't home, but it would do for now; a world where her friends were, where she knew there was that comfort of knowing that someone here would have your back no matter what. That you weren't alone. It seemed like a small thing but in this galaxy that did it's level best to beat and break you a small thing like that could be everything.

"So, what's so important that you called us here?"

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[Evor]

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TAG: Gerwald Lechner Naedira Darcrath Oleander Webb Lunara Azure Arkryion Malachar

Evor strutted toward the flat of the Wolf as it proudly loomed over the city. It was a grand home, far more than anything Evor himself had ever owned. At least until recently. A cigarette hung loosely in his mouth, the tip glowing red hot from time to time as the Sith Knight indulged in his only bad habit. He rolled his neck, relishing the soft crack for the brief moment that he could.

He hadn’t the faintest clue what he had been summoned to the Wolf’s den for, or if he was the only one who had been summoned. But he went anyway because he owed it to Gerwald at this point. The wolf had made him an offer, and he had accepted. He might have been a murderer and other unsavory things, but he still had his word. He would see his arrangement with the Wolf through, no matter the price.

Outside of the property is where he waited, content with just killing time while he waited for others to arrive or for Gerwald to summon him in. He took up a spot on a nearby bench as he smoked his cigarettes and closed his eyes to rest a moment.

 

[Oleander Webb]

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TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Evor | Lunara Azure | Naedira Darcrath | Arkryion Malachar

There was a certain level of distaste that permeated the air around the Anzat as he completed the last trek up to the Wolf's flat. The weight or rather lack thereof of armor left him feeling exposed, vulnerable, despite being anything but. And yet, this was a casual affair, so he'd been told. Arriving in his usual regalia would draw too much attention. So it was well-worn boots and a thin sweater thing for him. The boots had been his own purchase, meticulously selected based off how well they held up and how many knives he could conceal in them. The rest, well, the other guy wasn't going to use them again.

The dark-haired assassin took in the flat's exterior with a raised brow, already scoping out weaknesses and alternative points of entry. A part of him entertained the idea of checking if any of the windows were left open, to simply appear rather than go through the front door like a normal person. A shenanigan for a different day, perhaps.

Walking up to the front door, he gave a little nod to the figure sitting on a bench, rapping his knuckles on the front door before sliding off to the side, where he'd be mostly obscured until the door was fully open. Old habits had no intention of dying. "C'mon Wolf, any minute now."