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Posted on December 11, 2013 at 11:00:05 PM by Kiska
Today began as any other, and I rigorously check the perimeters of Taviora's territory, marking it's limits with my scent to ensure it was fresh for any that might think to trespass. On my travels I look for signs of thievery or mischief, and when I am satisfied there have been no breach upon our borders I turn my attentions towards the heart of the Kingdom. The land here was abundant in game, despite winter's frosty clutches, and I took the time to stalk a flock of fat ptarmigan that were scratching and pecking at the snow and tundra scrub for what food there was to be found. Ptarmigan were ridiculously unintelligent creatures, so much so it surpassed humorous to downright pathetic. The avian creatures were about the size of a large chicken, fluffed up in white feather and taking on the appearance of a grouse. I hardly had to stalk them at all, and could easily come within view of the birds without them so much as spooking. The dominant male of the flock even took a few foolhardy steps towards me, puffing up his chest and scolding me in their bird's garble. It would prove to be a fatal decision on his part. After snapping my jowls around his throat, his flock of hens seemed to decide it was finally time to make a break for it, but rather then fly they still were content to scuttle across the snow to seek safety in the underbrush. I rolled my eyes at their cries of terror, unable to stop the bubbling luaghter that fell from my clamped jaws. I ate my breakfast in piece, but saved a savory portion of the bird's breast and thigh. Today was to be a special occasion, for today I shall take into my keeping another apprentice to train. I can still recall my first apprentice, taken on when I was a deputy in Paracon. His name had been Risk Stone, and by the time he'd become a trained warrior he'd also become a part of my family.... as close as any of my sons. He grew to be a noble and ambitious wolf, and I was saddened he was not in Moladian still. It was widely assumed he perished in the Great Cataclysm... But I like to think the crafty Risk somehow slipped through the cracks and lived still, on adventures elsewhere beyond the world of Moladian. I was ready once again to mentor another young mind, to mold it and teach it the finer arts of tactical Combat and Hunting strategy, as well as living by the Code of a Warrior. Warriors were not just killing machines. They were protectors. Arbitors, and they had to know when to recognize Justice as much as injustice, so that when times came to make difficult decisions they could be sure of themselves to make the right decisions. I come to a central location, highly trafficked by taviora's common people, and set my offering at my paws. I was a massive she-wolf, and knew that my battle-worn appearance could be most intimidating, but I did my best to look open and welcoming of company. In truth, a part of me hoped that Zeteri would be one of those that would come seeking apprenticeship. It would give me a chance to get to know my daughter again, and perhaps rekindle a bond with her and see to her training personally. If need be, I would take her and another apprentice under my wing at the same time... after all, I trained Risk at the same time as some of my own children as well. It would be a joy and priveledge rather then a burden. I let out a sharp howl, one that rung true, calling to any in the pack that might like to seek training. I couldn't help myself but to ask. 16 years of Sin - Alias is My Alias - Haunted By |
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- Angel in the Dark - By ZETERI December 20, 2013 at 08:10:11 PM
To Make Me Feel This Way - By Kiska December 26, 2013 at 02:51:27 AM
Angel in the Dark - By Zeteri January 10, 2014 at 03:41:25 PM
What A Wicked Thing to Do - By Kiska January 13, 2014 at 11:37:07 PM
Angel in the Dark - By Zeteri February 6, 2014 at 01:49:56 PM
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