[Drink deep of battle]

Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

[Drink deep of battle]
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Posted on January 14, 2012 at 07:02:49 PM by Achilles, Robin, & Fyra

It seemed even the birds would sing on the death of his father. Up on a tree, Achilles watched the small songbird as it sang as mournfully as his howl had been. In respect he sent up his own three-noted bark, and then reverted his eyes back to the body of his father. Calypso was next to arrive, the third familiar face of what could well be very many more. His eyes narrowed and simply he shook his head at her in solemly and then quietly reverted back his gaze. He bent down over the body in silence, eyes only for the corpse for now.

Axel had always been the one Achilles had got along with the most. He had no favourites, he wasn�t that kind of person, but it seemed he and his brother had always seen eye to eye, especially when it came to making trouble. He flashed a weak look of sorrow towards his brother, and then his mother who was crumbling so it seemed. His heart fell as the realisation dawned upon him, however. No more trouble making for him. No more recklessness and flirting and - well ok, he would carry on flirting. What harm could that do? But certainly, he�d have to become just a little more serious now. While his siblings - in his own mind - might envy him for being trained by Strider, and having the full devotion of his father, they were wrong to think like that. Achilles was jealous of them, for being free to do what they wanted with their lives. In his heart, he knew it would always come to this, and he hadn�t had a choice or say in the matter. Achilles had no idea if he even had the makings of a true leader.

Robin ran from her father�s corpse and up to her mother, rubbing against Rebel quietly and sitting beside her. It was the least she could do, to comfort her mother. No wolf should have to live on through the pain and torture that their mate was dead.

Achilles was still making his mind up for the feelings on Makurayami. He gave a half-hearted nod towards the beta as she approached, and wondered. Would he do as his father had done, and keep her as beta? Surely that would be a wise option, however he�d like to have someone he trusted, someone he was close too. He hardly knew the tigress, just knew that her father and she had never exactly seen eye to eye. Achilles suspected that the tigress actually wanted the position of Alpha for herself, but by some strange reasoning she hadn�t attempted to reclaim her position. However, there would be time for �politics� later. For now was the time of mourning.

Simutaianously came Fatima and Pitseleh, but for Fatima�s luck Achilles was only to spot Pitseleh, as Fatima was downwind and apparently quite a long way away. Upon the arrival of Pitseleh he just looked at the wolf, as if to just acknowledge his existence, and then decided it was time. However, he was then interrupted by a final member of the party. Rue came then, and Achilles smelt him before he saw him land behind the rest of the crowd. Achilles locked his icy-blue stare straight on the wind-gale alpha, and snarled, quite loudly, curling up his muzzle and showing pristine teeth. He stood straight up, and carried on snarling, but then was cut off abruptly when Rue gave respectful nods to the others. He was simply showing his respects, and Achilles couldn�t afford to make more enemies. Though, Rue would know that they�d never become friends. At least, that was Achilles� current thoughts on the matter. He continued staring until Rue flew off, and then finally turned back to the corpse.

Inhaling deeply, he thrust body weight against the wooden platform. Fyra took a gingerly step forward as if to help, but she was sent back with her tail between her legs as Achilles gave a low growl without lifting his head. He would do this on his own, his own task. Heaving full weight against the wood, it finally gave way with a final heave. Strider was heavy, but Achilles had been bigger than his father for about a month now. Achilles still hadn�t reached his full height, but it was clear for the moment that he was unnaturally large. And so was the magic of Wolf Mountain.

The platform gave way and drifted onto the river. The river was slow-going but very deep, and so it took the body straight away and carried it downstream. Achilles straightened up and, once the platform was quite a way away, used his fire blessing. The vines and wood ignited at once, and soon smoke was billowing up into the air. Like a still firework, the ensemble was beautiful and dangerous. Achilles watched it, eyes dull of emotion, until it finally floated out of eyesight. But not out of mind.

Sighing, the now-alpha brute turned away, not looking anyone in the eye except the floor as he made his way though the crowd. In-between weaving, he spoke; Thank you all for coming. his voice was hoarse. That will be all. and finally, he made his way out through the other side, and carried on walking until he�d forced himself to forget.

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