01-11-2010, 06:07 PM
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I may not be able to do more than this one post, but we'll see. x__x crazy SoSuWriMo
Strel had been sitting in his room, trying to fix a horrible mess that came with a spool of thread unwinding all around his room in one of his moments of surprise. So he sat there, on the pile that served as a bed for him, sitting for all the world a king on top of his mountain, winding gray thread around the plastic bobbin. Over and over and over again. By the time he had gotten half of the stuff back onto the original spool, he heard the monarch call to the pack, him included, to join him for an important meeting. His ears flattened and he whined, staring back down at his hands. Strel sped up his winding, not wanting to stop now while he was so close. It took the better part of the next five or six minutes, but the spool was tucked into his bag, firmly fastened with a needle. Dusting off his hands, more symbolically than purposefully, he left his room and walked down the hall to the area where it seemed that the group was supposed to congregate. It should not have been too hard to find them nor was it.
Ruri and Haven had already joined the monarch, standing near one another, though not closely. "Good day, everyone. We really the only ones here so far?" Strel was surprised at having beat out a large portion of everyone else, usually arriving more towards the middle of the bunch. Though frankly, he had only really attended a single meeting, and it had not been a vital calling, like this one was. There had been a tone in Jacquez's summons, a sort of excited urgency that dictated importance. Though it was questionable just what kind of excitement it was. For all Strel knew, they could have managed to somehow take over a large chunk of land, or perhaps a herd of horses. Though that seemed a little bit less important than what he thought it could be. Truthfully, he had no idea.
"I take it the early birds don't get to know what it is, do we, sire?" he said with a flourish, hoping to gain an inch from the monarch. Though it seemed unlikely. He probably wanted everyone to know at once, and that would likely silence him. "Does anyone know?" he questioned, glancing at the other two, thinking that Jac knowing them better would warrant a far more willingness to divulge, but it seemed they that all were just as in the dark as he were.
I may not be able to do more than this one post, but we'll see. x__x crazy SoSuWriMo
Strel had been sitting in his room, trying to fix a horrible mess that came with a spool of thread unwinding all around his room in one of his moments of surprise. So he sat there, on the pile that served as a bed for him, sitting for all the world a king on top of his mountain, winding gray thread around the plastic bobbin. Over and over and over again. By the time he had gotten half of the stuff back onto the original spool, he heard the monarch call to the pack, him included, to join him for an important meeting. His ears flattened and he whined, staring back down at his hands. Strel sped up his winding, not wanting to stop now while he was so close. It took the better part of the next five or six minutes, but the spool was tucked into his bag, firmly fastened with a needle. Dusting off his hands, more symbolically than purposefully, he left his room and walked down the hall to the area where it seemed that the group was supposed to congregate. It should not have been too hard to find them nor was it.
Ruri and Haven had already joined the monarch, standing near one another, though not closely. "Good day, everyone. We really the only ones here so far?" Strel was surprised at having beat out a large portion of everyone else, usually arriving more towards the middle of the bunch. Though frankly, he had only really attended a single meeting, and it had not been a vital calling, like this one was. There had been a tone in Jacquez's summons, a sort of excited urgency that dictated importance. Though it was questionable just what kind of excitement it was. For all Strel knew, they could have managed to somehow take over a large chunk of land, or perhaps a herd of horses. Though that seemed a little bit less important than what he thought it could be. Truthfully, he had no idea.
"I take it the early birds don't get to know what it is, do we, sire?" he said with a flourish, hoping to gain an inch from the monarch. Though it seemed unlikely. He probably wanted everyone to know at once, and that would likely silence him. "Does anyone know?" he questioned, glancing at the other two, thinking that Jac knowing them better would warrant a far more willingness to divulge, but it seemed they that all were just as in the dark as he were.