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Alpha Interviews - Logan: The Weight of a Word (SP-RP16/17)

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Kratos breathed out in something of a chuckle, or a scoff. He turned back to his work and cleared the stump. The log fell off in four pieces. Then he set the axe down and picked up the jug. He drank, and when he was finished drinking the jug was a great deal lighter. He set it back down, breathed deeply, and sat down near Logan.

"Being beta is a hard job, Logan. If you want to be a beta, you will have to work hard to earn it." The Alpha rested the knuckles of one hand on his thigh. "But I am not talking about the hard work you do with your hands to stack logs by the cabin, or with a knife to skin elk for the ice box."

"Only an alpha can choose his betas." Kratos said. "Because he must depend on them a great deal, sometimes, even to act in his place. I will not give that authority to just anyone."

Kratos lifted his chin out at the surrounding area. "This land, by man's law, belongs to Zeit. She is my first beta." He said. "Kale was chosen as second beta because of her empathy. She sang to Timothy when we found him in Gathen's den. She proved to be a leader. Not only one I could trust, but who was trusted by every member of our pack."

Logan listened seriously and carefully.

For the first part she wasn't daunted, and not at the second part of his speech either.

The last part was where her brow furrowed.

"By Timothy, too?" she asked in regards to Kale. "Ah.. he thinks I am an enemy, still. It is no use. He will not trust me." she was angry, and disappointed, but did not let it show beyond the way her shoulders dropped just a bit and she sighed lightly, before quickly moving on without giving Kratos an opportunity to speak on the matter.

"There are no other... eh.. titles? Duties-or jobs-that are not beta?"

Kratos smiled and looked at the cabin.

"Timothy is a hard case."

Kratos' brows furrowed again and he looked at Logan.

"There are as many as I need there to be." He said. "Each title comes with a responsibility suited to the person I have given them. You are already fulfilling your responsibility, Logan, so why do you want a title?"

 

Logan narrowed her eyes on Kratos,

"You only said that you did not assign me to this job," she thrust her hand towards the logs.

"Agh," she shot up from her seat and turned away, crossing her arms and taking a moment to compose herself.

"Then say-I am Logan, the Wood Chopper - but, no, that is not my job you say-you value my strength, no? Then give me a use for it, but you will not. What is then the responsibility?" she muttered as if to herself, with her back still turned, even raising a hand up once as if weighing something in her palm.

Now she moved over to the jug of water and picked it up, taking a drink and not caring that she had brought it for the Alpha. Then, considering but a moment, she splashed the remaining contents at his face before dropping it and began to storm away!

Kratos was surprised, but not unenthused. He laughed as Logan stormed off.

"Logan," Kratos said softly. "What did I tell you about walking off?"

He was not a man anymore.

Logan had no intention of stopping - Kratos' laughter just served to stoke the fire all the more, and she knew if she turned around she would not be able to control her rage.

Then he spoke and she did in obedience anyway. She took several deep breaths, before at last trusting herself to face him, and seemed only vaguely surprised to see Kratos standing as a beast. Her eyes narrowed and she looked him up and down, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled a heavy breath.

She did not take her second skin as she began towards him.

"You think I am afraid of you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as well as her chin, stopping just before him to meet his eyes. She crossed her arms.

Kratos shook his head slowly.

"Is violence the only word you understand?" He said, "If so, you have much more in common with Timothy than you think."

The great black werewolf was no longer sitting. His head was low and his shoulders high. He was not standing at his full height, for he had one of his massive black hands on the ground and the other curled on his knee. He seemed prepared to move at any moment.

When he shook his head, Logan slowly lowered her chin, then listened to his question and contemplated it a moment.

"No..." she responded. She sat passively on the stump before Kratos.

"That is not fair to Timothy," she added, "He knows nothing else - he is but a boy, and still he can only remember so little, as you have said."

"I am many years older, and have my thoughts-of when I was young. Yet I am angry still. You have said we died when we became this," she gestured at Kratos,

"You are wrong... that part of me died before this. My strength is not my anger, this I know-but it was born of it." with the last words, she clasped a hand on her left wrist, rubbing it, her expression downcast.

"If you care - I will tell only you - you cannot tell another."

Kratos slowly sat back on his haunches as Logan came to sit before him. He did not look pleased.

"No. I want to hear what you have to say, Logan, but this is not the way to ask for my attention." He said. "Apologize for dumping water on me and I will listen, otherwise you may go back to sewing animals skins."

"I am sorry I dumped water on you." she said, looking if not ashamed, utterly humiliated - her face warmed and she stood again.

"Now, I will go back to sewing animal skins anyway- I do not need your title or your attention, Alpha. Let me alone." she said, but - perhaps only slightly wiser than before - she did not leave until it was permitted.

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