SSWM 507
Oh, he had never joined a place where they had wars and stuff before. The main phrase going through his head, stuck on repeat: oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oooooh booooy! Oh boy! He was a fighter now because he was in a fighting clan and those stupid ass wolves would just have to watch their stupid asses because they were going down. If the elders of his former clan had known what he was involved in, then oooh boy he would have been in trouble now. They had loved their precious peace and he had found it boring because nothing new ever happened. Ceval had lived his years on this earth in a quiet existence where the peak of thrill would be taking down yet another pray.
The forests where he came from provided its meat eaters with an overflow of pray in every size and form. It had been a good life, but somehow at some point he had suddenly ended up here instead. He had wandered away and not turned back in time for dinner. When he had figured dinner was lost he had just continued on until he had also missed out on his evening meal. It had gone on like that for quite a while and now he was the fresh member of a clan that was fighting wolves. Ceval came from an area where wolf packs were few and conflicts nonexistent. This was all very strange, but he did feel quite good about himself and that was what counted.
The male’s rump shook as he followed some inner rhythm. He was not the brightest fork in the dressing room, but he did know that ignorance was bliss. He was a content man, Ceval Acissej, and the things he chose to do settled his curiosity and made him even more content. Now he would be going into war and all – his old folks would be so proud if they knew the courage and strength their son invested in this clan. He would be a hero and return as the leader of his own clan. Inferni leader Ceval, the hero. ”Leader-hero-man!” his voice burst out with a hum following as he improvised an own song that he would sing for his grandchildren the day when they asked how he had become a hero in the first place.
For all Ceval cared he was a hero already. He had decided on this and things usually turned out as he wished, so why wouldn’t this? Puny wolves. Ceval had claws and teeth and he was certain this war thing couldn’t possibly be any big deal like they sang in the great songs of old. ”Ceval-maaaan.” he grumbled in his dark singing voice. ”MAN” He would be a hero and a man and a leader. Tongue lolled out of his open maw as he continued to hum out loudly. Right now he was doing nothing but walking in random directions within the territory, but he could easily show it off as patrolling.
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