Titles and Ancestry

As the pack made their way to Austin Mocks took up the rear. Partly to keep watch, and partly to be alone with his thoughts. His thoughts focused on Omega who bestowed upon him not one, but two new names

"Storm-born...Harbinger? Always more names, never any answers. Did I choose such a poor name for myself that other's can't use it." Mocks the Night spat to the ground and inhaled deeply through his nose as he kept walking. "Child of the Woodsman...Far Flung Moon...Dark Moon of Ancient Prophecy. Scion of the Shadow Lords. Heir of Wood and man. Empty Sky of Noble Blood. Scorned Son of Doom and Thunder." He sighed as he reached for his flask and brought it to his lips. An audible curse escaped his lips as he recalled finishing the last of it before touching the despair engine. He sighed as he recalled his time in harano. he spoke in a low voice "I just want to be Mocks the Night dammit. Beta of the Prodigals. Is that too much to ask for?" He didn't even know where to find answers. Drowns His Foes appeared once after the birth of Jasnah but left soon after, though with name like Drowns His Foes warmth, support, and comfort should not be expected. Kefka thought about his conversation with Tames the Weaver and the White Ash Sept. Could there really be Shadow Lords there? Ones to interact with face to face? To talk, to spar, to drink with. Rends has Roaring Jack and the other Get, Zoey has all the Iron Riders she could want in Nacogdoches, Eaton has the Mcleod and other Gnawers...Hell even Zas has people. They may not be Silent Striders but he had made friends with the Pure. All Mocks had were some voices in his head. The depression may have left, but the thoughts remained to haunt him. He shook his head and pulled his coat close around him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and picked up the pace to catch up with Rends and Silke. He tipped his hat towards Silke and gave toothy grin before matching pace next to Rends and looking at him with a more serious face.

"I don't mean to intrude on y'all. I know ya probably want some time alone, so I'll say my peace and be gone faster than Zas running from a horse." He gave a slight chuckle before continuing. "I let you down back there with Tames the Weaver...that machine got in my head and I weren't much help. As your Beta I need to be better than that. You handled yourself well back there though. Lesser Garou might have lost their minds to their rage, but you held fast, vanquished your father, and achieved your prize. I am mighty proud to have you as Alpha and to be under your lead."

Mocks stopped walking and took a drink from Rend's flask that he had pilfered when Rends wasn't paying attention. "Also I was running on empty." He gave a wink as he tossed the flask back to Rends.

Rends catches the flask then tosses it back with a grin.

"Keep it. I got a spare jest in case. Never know when we'll run into a two-flask problem as they say."

Silke was busy weaving bits of dry grass into what looked like the beginnings of a hat, but her eyes were constantly on the move on the road, in the trees, and monitoring each of the nearby pack. She smiled at Mocks.

"You lot are awful fond of stroking each other's egos. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to impress me for my husband's sake."

Rends chuckles, then turns back to the Beta.

"Look, we all had our moments in there. But we come out on top by the strength of Fenris. I won't hold you to an accountin' over one moment of weakness, especially after my own in there. Important part is we won, and we done it the right way. I won't doubt myself again, and I expect the same from all y'all."

Mocks sheds a tear as he holds the flask to his chest before pocketing it away in his coat. He turns and looks to Silke and flashes a smile.

"Aw Miss...Icould talk about this her son of a bitch til the day is long. You ain't ever gonna find a smellier, meaner, more sour faced, stubborn Garou who has walked the face of the Gaia than ol' Rends the Gar here. He's tough as nails too. Why he's been shot with a cannonball, don't worry if you ain't heard that story yet because it's favorite. He tells it once a week. He has kind of a one track mind, possible brain damage with all that clobberin' and smashin he does." Mocks laughs loudly and prepares to dodge any attack from his Alpha as he dances a few feet back.

"I think you are right. I think we needed this win too, especially after our last mission."

He paused a moment and looked at the horizon before speaking again.

"What do you expect we'll find in Austin? You think it will be Wyrm corrupted like before?"

Silke gives Mocks a pitying look as she continues weaving.

"You're trying to shock me, Mr. Kefka. But I'm already quite familiar with most of his battle scars. I find men with scarred flesh tend to have clearly announced motives, for good or ill. The only scar I see on you is in that flask on your hip. I'll take a simple man with honest motives over a smooth tongued devil any day. I've had my fill of sweet words and empty promises hiding lies and knives behind a smile."

She brushes some hair out of her face and tries on the hat. Apparently satisfied with the fit she turns back to Rends.

"Your friend should watch his mouth. No doubt you picked up the bad habit from him. And I like the cannon ball story."

Rends seems unsure whether he should be laughing or stepping between the two of them. He settles for a scratch at the back of his head and a shrug of the shoulders while ignoring most of the conversation.

"I reckon we could all use a lift to the morale. I'm jest hopin' they ain't both corrupt sh... stuff and Red Talons to deal with. I can do one or the other, but I don't wanna try to keep them animals from killin' the whole settlement. Unless they's all corrupted, I guess. Seems likely we'll find somethin', though, since Silke here managed to find some old friends of friends just a few weeks ago there."