Disaster has struck!
It's a night of storms, that's for sure. The wind is really whipping, my fur all messed up and straggly. I look up at the sky as if questioning it's intentions. I move through the crags, looking for inspiration. My brother is away at battle and it's hard to be in the pack lands worrying about him. I feel so helpless like there's nothing I can do and I don't like it. I want to be out moving, doing something, so I'm out here in teh free lands, clearing my head. I could have gone to Diveen, maybe tried to seek out Calliel again and see if she's okay. So much has happened to her and her family in such a short amount of time and I've worried for her. She lost her pack lands and then she lost her grandfather. The demise of Heyel was the story heard round Moladian and I know she was close to him. He was training her to be an assassin. She looked up to him.
The first time I approached her, she didn't reply and I'll admit, it hurt...a lot. I came sulking back to Taviora, more eager than ever to be useful to my family and pack since sometimes it seems like they're all I really have. Zeus is gone, released from the pack as a prisoner. He must have gone back to wherever it is he was hiding out. I almost miss him. While he might be a little out there and think he's a god, he's at least honest when you ask him about something. Not everyone can say the same. It's funny because this weather sort of reminds me of him. He was supposed to be the god of storms, right? Something like that. I stop on a rock to look up as the rain starts coming down. My fur is soaked in seconds but I don't care. I laugh as the lightning starts to strike, looking out over the crags to watch it wash over the land, cleansing it. I'm not scared of the storm. In fact, I relish it, knowing it's unpredictable nature and the damage it could do.
As a certain lightning strike streaks across the sky, I see a silhouette and I blink to make sure it's real. But there's no mistaking those eyes and I see them clear as day in the next streak of lightning. "Zeus?" I say out loud before I can stop myself.
male.five years old.35in, 145#.born to MothxCoszcotl.sibling to Amoxtli&Zeltzin.unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.Taviora's Stillwing