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Howl to the Moon
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Posted on January 15, 2009 at 11:28:46 PM by Lupus

Spanish Wolf, I Stare; Lupus looks nearly pathetic. He doesn’t notice the approach of his equal and first born son until they are nearly on top of him. The Spanish Wolf is sad about loosing a great deal of his mares. He had worked hard to gain their trust and compassion and he has ruined it all. His guard had been numbed by the constant fear that something terrible is about to happen. The doom is thick in the air and it’s all that he can feel anymore. If he wasn’t so tired, so worn out, he would have caught everything in time. Sleep has been rare and the fright is nearly overwhelming. Lupus lifts his head up enough to look his son in the eye and offer a grateful smile and an approving lick(if he was a human it would be a kiss) on the forehead. His head rises a little more as he takes in Circe’s essence and appreciates her encouragement. The Spanish Wolf might say he feels a little better with her around. She’d been gone so long with Coyote he had begun to think that she had left him. Clearly, this isn’t the case, Lupus breathes a little, a bit of tension oozing from his weary body. Lupus opens his maw and releases a gravely tone. It’s evident that he hasn’t really been eating or drinking as of late. “Circe, my son.” He looks from his bay equal to his lively little boy. A brighter expression being placed on his features, only to fade back to a more serious stare. “I need you both to keep your eyes and ears open. Listen to what might be going on as you wander Hoof Prince and report anything to me that strikes you as strange. The air is different in Hoof Prince. There’s a warning here that a great deal of us are missing. I fear The Isle’s are no longer safe for us.” Lupus looks to Circe, a clear and worried expression on his face. He is speaking from his soul. Surely Circe will help him enforce any decisions that he makes. Lupus also knows that if Rapier ever catches wind that Lupus is even thinking about switching sides or anything of the sort, and there is no doubt in The Spanish Wolf’s mind that the Demon Queen will tear his flesh off and make hats out of it for all to wear. “Keep in mind not to look suspicious and not to reveal a single doubt to anyone about Rapier and what she might be up to. Just go about your business, inviting mares to join Twilight Lagoon. I plan on moving to The North at some point. I’m just not sure when or why.” Lupus lowers his head to brush his velveteen against the grass. It helps him know that everything is real, and that he isn’t just loosing his mind. It’s hard to see other horses going about their lives, not sensing the danger that might lurk around the corner. He wants to worn them of the death that is sure to come. Lupus knows better. He knows that his family and himself would be among the first to die if a single word were uttered to any other soul but his beloved Circe and Coyote. SPEAKING BOY, HOWL, HOWL, LIKE THE VAGABOND DOG YOU ARE. HOWL YOU COWARD. howl ... HOWL TO THE MOON L U P U S Light up the sky, with our emotion

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