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Posted on August 16, 2015 at 02:50:44 AM by Tristan
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Other wolves have been trickling into Glorall but members of Glorall have been stepping forward to make their stand for the rank they want as well. I just hope I'm the only one going for a diplomat position at this time. While I know that I'm determined to prove myself, I'm not sure I'm quite confident enough to handle the pressure of competition. My brother seems to be more confident the longer he's in Glorall but he's been gone a lot as of late. I can only imagine he's off spending time with the two females I hear he met over the winter. I wonder if he'll be a father but I haven't seen him to ask. I miss my brother already and with the winter cold setting in, I feel more lonely than usual. I've been lying low in Glorall for too long and it's time to do something about it. I've finally voiced my thoughts to Eden so I can only hope he'll take me seriously and give me somewhere to start. I was only spending time with my brother for the longest time after the pack meeting but I'm going to try to be social from now on. I have to be more confident with my words to be a good diplomat, after all. I know most wolves look at me and think of a fighter because I got the wider torso and muscular build of my father but I've never been a fan of violence; just ask my sister Viora. She can tell you I'm a coward and I'll run from a fight before I start one. Of course, a lot has changed since we were kids. She used to jump on me and gnaw on my ears and I would scream for mom and circle her, spitting words back at her because they have always been my secret weapon. But everything changed that day I asked a scarred up wolf about her face and she attacked me. My mother was there and she defended me but it ended in her own demise. Viora was there to try to help her but she was torn by mom's death and she blamed it on me. I ran and hid because mom told me to, though I probably would have anyway cause I'd never known how to fight and I would only slow her down. And so I watched my mom die and Viora still blames me for it to this day. After that day, I grieved but then I found Aithne and she taught me some self defense so I wasn't so helpless after that. And then I found my brother Solitaire again and he taught me some confidence. Just having him in my life made everything better. He found the wolf who killed our father and we went after him but I didn't know Solitaire was just going to attack him. I guess I didn't really know what he planned on doing but it certainly wasn't that. When the other wolf turned to attack, I acted on instinct and jumped into the fray. I ended up somehow killing the other wolf and the thought has haunted me ever since. He may not have been an innocent wolf but he was a wolf none the less and I took his life. I don't feel that was my right and it doesn't set well with me. I went back and buried him thinking it as my duty but it took me a while afterwards before I could talk to Solitaire again. And now I'm trying to move on from the tragedy since I can't do anything about it now. I look up from my thoughts when I sense someone coming. I've been sitting on this beach all evening just contemplating and now I feel like I'm not alone. When I glance up, I see a darker colored female lying on the sand not too far away. I blink a few times, wondering how I missed her walking up but it looks like she's stuck in her own thoughts as well. Deciding as a future diplomat, I should probably go make myself friendly, I wag my tail and get up, moving over closer to her before I take a seat beside her. "Hello, I'm Tristan. What's your name? I don't believe I've met you before." She smells of Glorall so she must be a pack member. I guess that's bad then that I've never met her before. Shame on me. Tristan.male.7 years old.son of |
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- I'LL BE THERE - By Apollymi August 22, 2015 at 00:19:01 AM
.:. time to make a stand .:. - By Tristan September 3, 2015 at 02:06:34 AM
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