He is feeling particularly vocal this week, it would seem, and yet again I hear his summoning howl. I suppose I should hear this one out, for more than the simple reason of he is my king and he has called. His voice rings out with a particular need. A thrill runs through my body, white hot and laced with a fiery passion that almost meets his own. I know of the great injustice that has been done, another family ripped apart by Jaidah's ignorant jaws. I grin, my shadow and silver pelt detaching from the confines of my well darkened den. A soft growling purr escapes me as I stretch the stiffness of sleep from my muscles, feeling them once more return to that natural state of supple flexibility. I make sure to get every kink out, for I do believe I taste that tang of vengeance in the air, and I do believe I will be of great use this night. As I stretch, I howl, announcing myself to him in response to his summons. Worry not Pirate King, your Gunner is on her way and more than ready to report for her orders.
I am off as soon as my stretching is done, walk slowly turning into that ground eating lope as I make my way from my coastal den. I have made a particularly dangerous perch for myself, one that leads out over the cliffs of old Litherum, and one that is nestled within the very face of those cliffs. Mine is a difficult home to reach, one that keeps my instincts and reflexes honed, for I am never truly out of shape. I spot him, standing as he was always meant to at the helm of our great pack. A right ragtag team we made, his pelt of obsidian and mine of moonlit shadows, his eyes, oh his eyes told me all I needed to know. So I had been correct in my assumption of what this was, a grudge thing. I hold grudges very well if I do say so myself -and I do. If I can hold one against the man who is supposedly my soul for nearly three years, I would say that it is a safe bet to think that I can hold a grudge. It is however a new side to Weylin, one that I had not known was in there. Apparently, his grandfather ran deeper in him than he ever could have guessed. I smile, and move slower, trotting to him and sitting before him like any good and true pirate wench would to her captian and king. "Evening, Weylin. What is this I see in your eyes? It is most becoming, though...perhaps a little frightening to see such a burn in those pretty whites of yours." It is a simple jest, my oddly husky timbre no mare than a saucy game. I wave my tail behind me, his obviously bad mood causing quite the stir within my breast and I must say, he really knows how to get that organ pumping. I am positively filled to the brim with deadly excitement. Time for this gunner to get her cannons ready. | |