All of that stupid blabberin'! I jus' couldnae take tha' damnable racket! Why make such bloody noise at such a time anyway? Who gave them the right...White ears prick and my ear drums vibrate as one booms above the rest, teeth gnashin' in disgoost. I snarl within my den of rock, moving over the edge of the crags to witness a rather large gatherin' of wolves. Some of whom just looked so bloody confused, others angered, more moving awae from the gatherin'. It was interesting to see do many, and though I remained silent and on the edge of the gatherin', I wooched as they looked at each other. /p> I look at the beast of a female with the black on her eye, her marred banner assuring me of her position as low born. The white female at her syde however is remarkable. I see two more pair off, movin' away from one another or towards, I care not, I only see what I want and I do not let the pure jade of my gaze linger on the pair. I wonder if Fate truly exists. Testin', Testin'...Perhaps it is broken? |