04-22-2008, 01:46 AM
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Slay had felt the tug of dread in his chest when he heard the soaring call. He'd come swiftly, muddy paws covering the ground between them in no time at all, but he still slowed reluctantly at the edge of the clearing. It had come to this, a pack, ranks, politics, all things he feared and rebelled against. When companions became superiors or subordinates, and all became orders. But the big piebald male stood stiffly, paying Colibri his full, if somewhat unwilling, attention.
Slay had felt the tug of dread in his chest when he heard the soaring call. He'd come swiftly, muddy paws covering the ground between them in no time at all, but he still slowed reluctantly at the edge of the clearing. It had come to this, a pack, ranks, politics, all things he feared and rebelled against. When companions became superiors or subordinates, and all became orders. But the big piebald male stood stiffly, paying Colibri his full, if somewhat unwilling, attention.
As the white wolf spoke, however, Slay felt a curious feeling unfurling in his deep chest. Of course Colibri would be their alpha - pardon, "Rosea" - and it made some sense to elevate her close companion Cercelee to the position as well, teach her the ropes. But... rather than simply take command and designate their pecking order, the other luperci were to choose what best suited them? Colibri thought it was wrong, to just pick a slot and force the others to fill it, even if it didn't suit them...?
Perhaps he had found his place after all.
"'Dahlia de Mai' it is," he growled softly, his cold eyes slowly crinkling into a smile. "Count me in for the long run..."
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