Post by Moon. on Jul 1, 2009 18:10:23 GMT -5
-This follows the timeline, exactly 1 day after the previous Cheif's death-
The wind stirred the snow from it's slumber, tugging at it with a grin, to have it twirl around and give a form to it's wild energy. It hapily complied.
For once the snow and wind did not howl, but it called.
Brindled fox, the playful wind touched her too, perhaps on another day she would come with more cheer, but to her it seemed the wind was putting on a mask to hide it's sorrow. The land ached for it's leader. Moon wasn't sure she could heal that ache, or for the matter fill the position Ronin had left to her. The old fool, didn't he see that he had left a wolf in place of a saber?
She marveled at herself, where was her confidence? Silky fur would flow underneath the touch of snowflakes, shaken as if to get use to the feel of new clothing. MoonNight had never aimed for the throne, never wanted the power, but content where she was. Aknowleged but the pain and trouble of being leader thrown away. The old fool had always like stirring shit.
Snow twisted around her lithe figure, as she climbed from the packed snow that dipped in accordance to the earth beneith it and cupped to form the hellhound's den. Nimble paws climbed up the slate grey boulders that mounded over her den, stepped upon and leave the pawprint's of the first wolf to call a meeting, the first wolf to become Cheifess of Verikook's Ice Tunnels. A howl tumbled from her cheast, surefire to bring the sabers and bears out of the dens, to beckon them to witness the rise of a wolf.
The wind stirred the snow from it's slumber, tugging at it with a grin, to have it twirl around and give a form to it's wild energy. It hapily complied.
For once the snow and wind did not howl, but it called.
Brindled fox, the playful wind touched her too, perhaps on another day she would come with more cheer, but to her it seemed the wind was putting on a mask to hide it's sorrow. The land ached for it's leader. Moon wasn't sure she could heal that ache, or for the matter fill the position Ronin had left to her. The old fool, didn't he see that he had left a wolf in place of a saber?
She marveled at herself, where was her confidence? Silky fur would flow underneath the touch of snowflakes, shaken as if to get use to the feel of new clothing. MoonNight had never aimed for the throne, never wanted the power, but content where she was. Aknowleged but the pain and trouble of being leader thrown away. The old fool had always like stirring shit.
Snow twisted around her lithe figure, as she climbed from the packed snow that dipped in accordance to the earth beneith it and cupped to form the hellhound's den. Nimble paws climbed up the slate grey boulders that mounded over her den, stepped upon and leave the pawprint's of the first wolf to call a meeting, the first wolf to become Cheifess of Verikook's Ice Tunnels. A howl tumbled from her cheast, surefire to bring the sabers and bears out of the dens, to beckon them to witness the rise of a wolf.