At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on March 24, 2016 at 06:37:47 AM by Rodan
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Rodan could not help but feel as though he were interrupting the trio with his entrance. He caught only bits and pieces, mostly the tail ends, of their dialogue, but they were undeniably flirtatious. If there was any doubt in his mind about the nature of their conversation, it was laid to rest by Nimueh. “"While I do appreciate your googly eyes ogling me, have you a reason for it other than to appreciate my form? To be sure, that is, of course, reason enough. But...I did not want to miss a single thing.” The white warrior, standing near Dakota, thought she was addressing him at first, but quickly realized that she directed this comment to the other male. Furthermore, Nimueh and Dante stood, flank to flank, occasional whispers passing between them. Had the brute been that sort of guy he would’ve told them to get a den, or something along that vein. Needless to say, he was not that kind of wolf. Though innocent in many ways, Ro was not stupid. The brute had never had a relationship like that. He didn’t feel incomplete without it, nor did he really see the need for one. Love was essentially a foreign concept to him, but he could see why others craved it. To the ashen titan, loyalty was the most important thing. It could be said that his loyalty was his love. Slow to really trust others, Ro did not give out loyalty haphazardly. It had to be earned, and the recipient proven worthy of it. But once it was earned, he would defend it with everything he had, to the last breath. His loyalty was difficult to break, even if his trust wasn’t. Ro’s heart held his bonds with an iron fist, almost never letting go. Presently, the ivory soldier was on the fence about Dante. He wanted desperately to commit his loyalty to her in its entirety, something he just could not do. This would happen soon enough, though Rodan did not know this. When the mysterious cream femme pledged herself to Dante, he caught sight of Nimueh’s blank, narrowed eyes. “Quality over quantity. I did always say.” Now it was Ro’s turn to narrow his eyes slightly. He hardly thought that the group of five- well, six including the rambunctious pup - was too many. Maybe Nimueh was one of those, “Three’s a crowd” types. Though there were many a comment the warrior had, he held them back, not seeing a purpose in getting into a possibly heated discussion over something this trivial with a soon to be pack member and someone who might very well hold his life in her hands when they faced the bears. Following Ro’s pledge to Dante came Seraphina’s overly excited response. She did not seem to grasp the danger that she would be in. The fight wouldn’t be playtime. It was highly improbable that they come out unscathed. This was something that would have been accustomed to as a child, and even he would not have been allowed to fight bears. Blue and green optics shot Dante a brief look. Surely she would not let the pup participate. The last to pledge themselves to Dante was Dakota. “I, too, will accept. I enjoy a challenge, and after all…” he turned to face Ro, friendly grin on his face, and puffed out his chest. The ashen soldier looked back blankly. “There’s another male here now; I have to prove how studly and brawny and testosteroney I am.” He said in a voice much lower than his own, coughing with the ending of his speech. Rodan didn’t really care what people thought of him, so long as they treated him with something resembling respect. He let out a quiet huff of laughter to the other male. Following him in closing the gap between them and the femmes, who he noticed had moved apart. The ivory brute didn’t have much time to think on this however, as he quickly snapped to attention when Dante spoke, elegant phrases falling from her kissers. “If we are to prevail, I believe it would be best to strategize, so that we might know and understand our strengths and weaknesses. And also we must know each other by name, by sight, by scent.” It was then that Ro realized that he had never introduced himself to the group. Whoops. “We are unique to one another, still unknowns and therefore variables in a solvable equation with our end goal to lay claim to Bright Moon. But we might find ourselves in failure should we not solve for the easily known variables – ourselves. “ He nodded in agreement. “I will ask nothing of you I would not do myself.” Rodan raised a brow. Not every leader would say that, viewing their subordinates as tools, pawns. He studied the group around him, assessing them as best he could without any knowledge of them. Dante seemed capable enough, Dakota was built similarly to himself, there was no was Dante was crazy enough to actually let Seraphina fight, the new ashen lady was - well - average, and Nimueh was not one suited to a war.She was far too delicate. When she spoke, however, her true skill was shown. Nimueh was the brain. He doubted that any of the group were dumb, but he could say with absolute certainty that he would never think to use the beehives. “I, Rodan, have no suggestions that are as brilliant as that. My talent lies in combat and the quick thinking that goes with it. I can distract the bears, or attack them if need be.” | |
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