[Center][b][u]Here Cometh the Wolves-Jellial[/u][/b][/Center]

Ever since he had read the note, Jellial had been consumed by a sense of worry and guilt. He was irrationally fearful for a great many individuals he held close. The news that he’d managed to glean from the note was not good: Lizardmen, werewolves and his mistress, Janell. All three of the people he held dearest to his heart, or in the case of two of them; their species, was neatly wrapped up into that single note. 

There were enough Lizardmen in the city that it was unlikely Que was involved, and Maylene had enough sense not to get involved in murder. The worry in his heart was likely unfounded and irrational. Despite this, Jellial knew that he would feel better only when he saw the three beings that made up the triumvirate of his social grounding. 

The only real cure for the anxiety building in his chest was to be away with fear and to get to the land of Tuleria; to home. 

The journey was swift, yet despite his magical talents; he felt a sense of nausea whenever it came to transporting. Any other form of transport was preferable, but none had the speed that the group’s urgency demanded. So without any gripes or grumbles; Jellial was home, to beautiful Tuleria. Everything was as it should be: with strong stone houses that could withstand the desert and deep blue oceans that carried the naval pride of Tuleria itself. He had always wondered what it would have been like: aboard a naval vessel. Had fate been but a little different for him, he would likely have spent his life afloat. Instead, Jellial was a magus of reasonable standing and skill with far more blessings than he likely deserved.

The actual arrival to Tuleria had been uneventful, which suited the mage just fine. He had been happy to not be forced into major action after the jarring travel of the transporting magic, which thankfully had been agreeable enough not to force him to empty his stomach. Port Luclin was an agreeable enough station, and the guards were of a reasonable status. He recognised neither of the lizardmen, although that meant nothing of merit. The individual he did recognise brought a smile to his face he didn’t attempt to hide.

The first instinct was for Jellial to break forth from the group and embrace the master he held so close to heart. The magical matriarch had been a maternal figure to Jellial ever since his magical gift had started to flourish, and she was an anchor for his existence. Without her, Jellial would not be half the man he was today. 

Because of the importance the woman presented to Jellial, he was more receptive than most about the small emotions she displayed. The washing wave of worry and sadness, followed by a gentle smile aimed at him, followed by the donning of the professional mask. She seemed as in control of the situation as ever, and that meant that nothing disastrous had befallen his brother-in-blood. The wind mage let out a brief, relieved sigh. 

The introductions began quickly enough, as Janelle asked for the various members of the Queen’s blades to introduce themselves. He had yet to learn of any of the people, who he would be calling ‘ally’ for at least a while. The first to speak was a brutishly tall man; whose entire demeanour was almost repressive in its bulk. Then was a woman, pretty as a picture, but who looked like she could probably slice the magus in half without battling a delicate little eyelash. The thought had the wind mage chuckle. He would normally have indulged in the small talk, if his worries for Maylene were not still paramount in his mind: Then the next Blade himself by… taking Janelle’s hand? Did this one think himself her equal? He was tempted to throw the fool-boy onto his ass for so callously taking the hand of his teacher. It would be easy really, he could slice him apart with violent winds, or rip him apart with claw and fang and…Jellial felt a trickle of liquid against his palm. His fist was clenched tight and the slightest hint of 4 bloody claw marks had formed where he had gotten over-excited. The thought of killing the bearded man had been enticing, but the thought of transformation…of feasting…was greater still. The room was filled with so many enticing scents that it made the wolf inside drunk with excitement; an excitement that was repressed only by a combination of willpower and the magic of artifice.

Deciding to try and press Janelle for answers in private, he touched at his innate gift of telepathy. The touch of his mind would not be unusual for Janelle, and nor would Janelle’s rebuttal be a new sensation for Jellial. It would take little more than a light push from her, and Jellial would retreat without a hint of annoyance. His loyalty was vast, when it came to Janelle.

[i]”Lady Janelle, have you heard any news from Maylene?”[/i] He said, only to Janelle. The moment of intimate communication might have meant more, had the worry in his voice not been obvious. The bond between a person and their Sire can transcend simple affection; as Janelle would likely know.

[i] "I have not, but there are talks of a lycan pack in the city right now."[/i] Janelle’s words were quick and direct: just as he had long since come to expect from his teacher. Maylene was an unknown factor; and that put her in danger. He had seen the reports on the letter, and he recognised the description of what could very likely be a Werewolf’s attack. You could say he was intimately aware of what a Werewolf wound looks like.

Sighing heavily, the blood-haired mage ran a hand through his hair before he stepped to the front of the group and turned to them, presenting his back briefly to Janelle. “I suppose I best begin my own introduction. I go by Jellial, and I am Janelle’s representative amongst the Queen’s blades. I guess that makes this my home turf, so if you need any immediate help; I’ll be sure to provide what I can.” His eyes briefly dwell upon Janelle, and then they turned to Laenaia and Esyllt one after the other. He was intrigued by the lovely women, although for entirely different reasons. One of them was purely for her enticing appearance, but the other was for a different reason…A certain uneasiness that had Jellial wondering upon her intentions. Despite the uneasiness, he offered the pair a playful smirk and, to Esyllt in particular, he offered a wink.