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Posted on December 3, 2013 at 00:32:31 AM by Kiska
Still, It just isn't quite the same feeling here as it had been in the lush ravine of Paracon's Dojo, under the diligent training and leadership of it's Samurai King. It would have to do for now though. I am compelled to take up the duties that had always been assigned to me as Deputy - the Beta- of Paracon. Whether is was simply a habitual instinct or that my subconcious had taken it upon myself to take on such duties I cannot say. But it felt good to serve a purpose again. Soon I would go to Coza and ask to be given a task or two to elevate my status and make a rank concrete. But for now, I simply did what I did best. I patrolled, marked the borders, tracked the whereabouts of Prey that would make for good hunting later, and keep a keen eye and nose to the trade winds, seeking any sign of trespassers or visitors. I'd picked up the Juvenile's scent nearly a mile out, as he had not seemed to take much consideration into hiding his scent. He was young yet though, and I doubted such thoughts even crossed his mind. I was still not well acquainted with every wolf within Taviora, but I'd seen the Pack's den sites and had taken great care to memorize each scent near it and the borders. This one matched with none I have come to store in my inner database. I decided to assume he was an outsider, and followed the path he'd taken, one that veered into the interior of the tundra lands of Taviora. My long legs and streamlined carriage allowed me to eat away the distance between us with relative ease, and I was already within earshot when the boy let out a panicked call and I caught a flash of movement across the next hillock heading straight for a copses of evergreens. Thinking perhaps he was being chased, or attacked, my predatory prancing gait elongated into a dead run. Meters flew beneath my paws, pads like that of snow-shoes expanding over the dunes of fresh fallen snow so that my eight would be distributed evenly and I breezed across them rather then having to trudge through them. I arrived within moments, but already the cub had sought shelter within a thatch of bracken. I barked at him, audits lacing back as muzzle dips low to trace his scent to his hiding place. Unusually long incisors click together when I discover the small boy, curled into a tight ball to conserve his warmth. My maternal instincts were long gone with my children grown, but the whelp didn't look like he was in any condition to pose a threat. "You look lost, kid" I speak in my rich svelte nocturne. "Come out and let 'Ol Alias have a look at you..." It was still strange, speaking the Name 'Alias' in place of my true calling Kiska. But for now it was something of a necessity, until the Kiska I had been was long forgotten and there was none left to seek her... or mourn her. 16 years of Sin - Alias is My Alias - Haunted By |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl December 4, 2013 at 03:41:28 PM
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