Post by Kii on Aug 26, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
Firesong looked around his new home, it didn't seem like much, but he hadn't been here long enough to tell what was about this land yet. Not that he cared he wouldn't be staying long enough to find out, only long enough to talk to the alpha and then be on his way. He had heard about this pack, long before he reached it, and he knew what it took to be in a pack that bloodspill was a common thing. He looked younger then he was and he knew that it would be a hinderence to him, but he cared not. What he did care about was finding the alpha so he could talk.
Firesong wasn't one for words, but it was the time for them, and he knew it. His mind wasn't so dull that he couldn't see what this land was and what he himself could become. He cared not about ranks, they were just tittles given to other wolves to make them feel better about themselves, no the only tittle he cared about was the one that had Lord by it. Did he want that spot? No, he would die before he ever took that tittle himself, but the one that did held al of his respect, and those that didn't he couldn't care less about.
He eyes slowly looked around, this land was his home, and even though he knew that he couldn't be around it for long he knew that what he would be doing would save his Lord some trouble. His raised his slim maw and sniffed, he could smell all the other wolves, and yet he hadn't come across any, how strange that one that was so unwell known could walk around and not even be questioned. He would have to talk to his Lord about that, any spy could walk around and get all the information he needed before anyone ever stopped him. That would not be toleranted. Any danger to his Lord needed to be adressed right away, and fixed, before his fangs were brought down on the ones who were slacking, even if it would get his Lords teeth around his neck. It was better to have a safe Lord then none at all.
Firesong growled to himself as he kept walking on and finally discided to raise a howl to call out his presence, the longer he was here, the more his scent would linger, and the more his scent lingered the more chances that he would be caught for what he was going to be doing. A song-like howl riped from his throat and he held onto it until he heard it echo back to him. That done he sat upon his hunches and waited for his Lord to anwser his callings.
((O.O; wow, sorry I wrote so much! I was just got really into it.))
Firesong wasn't one for words, but it was the time for them, and he knew it. His mind wasn't so dull that he couldn't see what this land was and what he himself could become. He cared not about ranks, they were just tittles given to other wolves to make them feel better about themselves, no the only tittle he cared about was the one that had Lord by it. Did he want that spot? No, he would die before he ever took that tittle himself, but the one that did held al of his respect, and those that didn't he couldn't care less about.
He eyes slowly looked around, this land was his home, and even though he knew that he couldn't be around it for long he knew that what he would be doing would save his Lord some trouble. His raised his slim maw and sniffed, he could smell all the other wolves, and yet he hadn't come across any, how strange that one that was so unwell known could walk around and not even be questioned. He would have to talk to his Lord about that, any spy could walk around and get all the information he needed before anyone ever stopped him. That would not be toleranted. Any danger to his Lord needed to be adressed right away, and fixed, before his fangs were brought down on the ones who were slacking, even if it would get his Lords teeth around his neck. It was better to have a safe Lord then none at all.
Firesong growled to himself as he kept walking on and finally discided to raise a howl to call out his presence, the longer he was here, the more his scent would linger, and the more his scent lingered the more chances that he would be caught for what he was going to be doing. A song-like howl riped from his throat and he held onto it until he heard it echo back to him. That done he sat upon his hunches and waited for his Lord to anwser his callings.
((O.O; wow, sorry I wrote so much! I was just got really into it.))