Rokkel freezes as she spots Syro, shaking her head. "No. This is suicide, if anything else. We're enemies," she says, her voice quavering. Why would her god want her to work with a Shoshone?
The true alpha puts the pack before old rivalries. Not all quarrels must remain unresolved.
Syro saw Rokkel up ahead. "Never," he croaked. "I will not partner with a Shasta. We are rivals for a reason."
It will save your life. It will save your tribe. It will save your deities.
Rokkel closes her eyes tight, her breathing becoming quick and shallow, her lean muscles coiled.
The gods are fools, girl. Do not listen to them.
Rokkel snarls, shaking her head as her copper eyes flash open. "No. You will not have control of me again, Kanuna. I'm not the girl you knew," she hisses under her breath, shuddering. "I won't follow the path you took."
"Save me!" Syro pleaded with the prophecy god. "Please!"
The god snarled impatiently. You heard me! Save yourself!
Rokkel looks at Syro helplessly, a mixture of bitter rage and fear in the depths of her copper eyes. "I don't think we have a choice, Syro. I sense a storm coming, one that we cannot merely wait out. One that has not been seen for many years," she says softly, shaking her head sadly. "And we're the only ones who can stop it."
"Believe me, Syro croaked. "I'm hearing the same." His terror was evident, intertwined with the rage that had consumed him at what his god was making him do. "There is danger, isn't there?"
Rokkel sighs, rubbing her temples. "There is. My own cousin died fighting for whatever this is. Kanuna... He had tried to fight it on his own and it corrupted him. That must be why the gods want us to work together." She shrugs, glancing at the sky and silently praying she was right in what she was saying.
( (Bump) )
"And the gods need us to work together," Syro repeated, the words of their prophecy god stil ringing in his ears. He shook out his head, then concurred. "Okay. Well, I guess that settles it."
Rokkel nods, rubbing her temples. "If we're caught, though..." She frowns, pushing the thought away for the moment. She'd ask questions later. "You know what I can do?"
"What could you do?" Syro inquired. "There must be a way to work out these little problems, and I have not talent at understanding my tribe. I can see the future better than I can see the present."
"I can talk to spirits. Well, if they're demonic, at least. I can also shape-shift, but it comes with a price." Rokkel shrugs slightly, inky hair falling across her copper eyes. "So, you see the future?"
Syro shrugged. "In glimpses, in animals, in words of gods. I cannot see events. Only intangible words, or feelings. Like danger, for instance. I don't know what the danger is, though. The gods are vague in their messages."
"Too vague for my liking," Rokkel grumbles, rolling her eyes skyward. "An interesting pair they've decided on this time, huh? A Shoshone boy and a Shasta woman. Amusing, if I say so myself."
"Quite," Syro replied. "And a dangerous mission with it. Either the gods are toying with us -- which I highly doubt -- or there is a powerful demon lurking this forest."
Rokkel brushes a hand through her hair, nodding silently. "But if there is a demon, then why only have two work together?" she asks, frowning slightly. "I get the feeling that this is supposed to be more than just fighting a demon..."