Dark Supporter

Mariesk watched carefully, as she always did, the conversations of the others. She listened when no-one thought she was listening. She sent spies out to make sure what she wasn't present for, was still heard. She knew which of them liked her, which of them hated her, and which if them thought she was far to easy to manipulate. If only they knew the truth, they'd be a lot more carefuly with their words.

They were speaking of the recent fight, and seemed very enegeized about it. Yes, they were happy. As long as they were content, they were easy to direct without their knowledge that such manipulations were taking place. Ah yes, the less perceptive mind of the herd. So easy to direct when they were happy.

She smiled that egnimatic smile of hers. The smile that touched on the feral and agressive-lupine like, all upper teeth and lowered head. They would either eventually come to trust her in some way, or they would die. That was the beautiful part of this whole charade.

She showed her haughty, true nature to the mildest extent. This enforced the sterotype of her kith and kin. The arrogance they saw was nothing compared to some of her elders and betters. But it was enough to instill that terrible first impression.

When faced with a foe, the worst of people would show as they attempted to defend themselves and their ideas and ways. She learned so much from the others in those first days. She learned who to fear, who to cow-tow to, and who to ignore.

Then.., she let them mold her. That was one thing she had learned quickly, was to let others think you had been changed into something and someone else. Show them they had nothing to fear outright.., and let them believe where your loyalties lay. Show them they had "won" in sculpting her into something more like them. Something far more honorable and 'righteous'.

Once she was one of them.., then she was freed.

That's when the real fun began. She smiled to herself again. Looking down at her ritual items, she masked the smile as a smile of sastisfaction in her work. She kept her ears open as she half-focused on her talens.

Tonight she was going to take out another target with the help of wildest of the Sept's wolves. Bittersleep had an equal haughty disposition, and it seemed they understood each other. She had left him clues and news on a group of humans who were too close to 'Wolf's Heart'. The sacred place of the Sept's garou, located out in the center of a tidal marshland. It was time to give him the outlet he needed. To let him feed his primal instincts to hunt and kill.

She left scent-thick scraps of work clothes, so that he had the scent-mark of his targets.

Now all she had to do was wait and see.