Feral Etiquette (Open)

[Drästysu]

Fear washed through S'il as he saw the Elf trespassing upon his property. Why fear? Because it was one of the only emotions he felt. His isolation had forced him back to a primitive state. Complex feelings and emotions were replaced by rudimentary ones. No longer did he care about growing stronger. No longer did he care about being the best. His only care was that of survival.

Why?

Because that was all an animal desired. Survival of the fittest. There were two elementary principles of survival. The first merely forced one to hunt to avoid starving. Hunger was normal, and only by hunting could it's torturous feeling be held back.

The second was the protection of your territory and family. Trespassing was forbidden, and only times creatures trespassed in the wild, was when they were either searching for food, or for more territory. Neither of these two extremes were desired, and would only decrease one's chance of survival. It went against the basic tenants of survival. Therefore, when S'il saw the elf, fear replaced his predatorial contempt.

He quickly contacted Kail to warn him. Upon being contacted, Kail swooped from his short distance from their home to intercept the trespassing elf's progress through the Du Weldenvarden forest. S'il also went to study the invader, making sure to keep a safe distance. Even a trained Elf couldn't be able to track the stealthy S'il, who had been hunting and hiding for as long as he could remember.

Above head, S'il saw the blue gleam of Kails' scales. The other Elf's attention was caught as well. Within the short moment the trespasser invested into his transfixation of Kail, S'il launched himself forward. Tackling the other elf to the ground, S'il emitted a fierce roar. Using his nails, he sliced at the cheeks of the other elf. Screaming with horror, the ambushed Elf barely managed to throw off S'il. It was a combination of S'il being unprepared for retaliation, the other Elf's strength, and a bit of luck.

Not willing to harm S'il, the other Elf summoned up his remaining energy to burst forth with immense speed in the opposite direction from S'il and Kail's territory. S'il smirked as he watched the retreating trespasser.

Kail who had been watching the scene with his keen dragon vision from above, let out an immense roar. He soared forward, staying above the Elf and keeping up with his pace with relative ease.

Don't wate your time, Kail, S'il touched the mind of his companion to speak to him for the fist time of the day. He's not worth our time.

Kail grunted in agreement, but not without a reply, He will be back.

...and when he is, we will be ready, my friend. With that, the two went back to hunting for food. Both were contempt for the time being. If he did come back, the two most certainly would be ready. After that, they were expecting him to come back. A defeat as embarassing as that would dishonor one. Elves desired honor, and tried their best to appear as honorable as possible. The trespasser would most certainly not allow such a defeat to slide without any vengeance of some sort...

[Drästysu]

"A monster," The Elf roared with an outrage unseen amongst their race. "He attacked me, and if he had not been caught off guard, I would most likely be his meal by now!"

"Calm down, Aurin," Consul Ferrai spoke softly in an attempt to console the younger Elf. It was not normal for Elves to be victim to such emotional outburts. "Your story merely proves the Elders and mine assumptions," the Consul looked into seemingly no where as he spoke, his mind contemplating matters of much depth, "His response -- retaliation -- was expected."

"What do you mean, Consul ?" Aurin was struck blindly by that remark. He believed that his Clan knew as much about S'il as he did. Apparently that was not so. Of course, in Aurin's younger folly, his observation of his Consul's knowledge made his temper fume, "Does my life amount to anything in your eyes, Consul ?"

Ferrai dismissed Aurin. He knew that he was merely being foolish, and Ferrai's no-nonsense personality had no toleration of such behavior. Instead, he waved a dismissing hand, "We shall speak later Aurin. For now, I must inform the summit and the Elders of your experience. You are dismissed."

Aurin appeared as if he had something to say, but Ferrai's word was law. He was not about to break it. Instead, he left the main hall of the tree to the outdoors. Ferrai, however, made his way in the opposite direction, the ends of his robes hovering just barely above the floor. His destination was the Council Chambers. In there, he would be greeted by the Elders of his clan, and the summit of his clan.

As the Consul of the clan, Ferrai was the moderator in the Council Chambers. Consul is the theoretical despot of the Clan, but when Ferrai ascended to Consulship, he made massive reforms. He replaced their micro government dictatorship with a democratic government. Other positions within the clan were implemented.

The second in command of the clan, Proconsul, served as the Consul's assistant. In times when the Consul could not lead, the Proconsul would assume Consulship for the time being. When the Consul could no longer lead, the Proconsul would be the most likely successor. Proconsul was not the other position implemented, however.

Another goal of Ferrai was to implement units within the clan. Two houses were formed, and those houses were led by a Quaestor and Aedile. Quaestor was the technical Consul of the house, and Aedile was the technical Proconsul. They would lead their houses under the discretion of the clan leadership. This leadership chain made up the "clan summit".

In times of legislation, the clan summit along with the "Elders" of the clan -- the oldest and assumed 'most wise' amongst the clan -- would meet in the Council Chambers and discuss concerns of the clan. The Clan found this system worked much more effectively than the systems all of Ferrai's predecessors implemented, and even more so than other Elven communions.

Through this joint leadership, the entire Clan was able to coordinate all of their actions. It was the perfect system, and was thought up and established by the perfect leader. The Elves, who rarely gave praise where it was deserved even hailed Ferrai as an excellent leader. However, Ferrai was a humble Elf and would not take the honor that was always being endowed upon him. It was not in his nature.

Instead, Ferrai assumed a position of servitude to the Clan. Instead of being a despot, he became a slave. The happiness the Clan felt was the happiness he felt, and their pain was his own. His predecessors would believe such democratics were foolish, and that Ferrai was a fool, and even further, a tool that would fall to the stress that his system incited upon him.

It did not matter to Ferrai however. He believed it was his duty to cope with the stress, no matter the effects upon his body it caused. So, he did something he did routinely. He made his way to the Council Chambers, and along the way attempted to establish the plan that would have S'il finally be free.

No longer shall he be shackled by his own morals in the prison of time! He shall be reborn again, and he shall become that which he once desired so, so long ago...