07-14-2008, 03:45 PM
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For Bleach. Set on the 6th.
Ever since meeting the brazen Firefly, Draco had been considering his options while here. He had no intention to join any pack, since they would offer him nothing and he would leave them in the dust when the time was right. There was the issue of his family, which he did not intend to overlook—he knew his father was here, and that Jasper had followed after him. As of yet, his half-brother and niece were unknown factors in his life. It was the ghost of his father, the unresolved fury at his brother, the shadows of a former-life that were plaguing him as he made his way down the mountain.
He was absent-mindedly leaping from stone to stone, following faint trails. Then, all too suddenly, the ground went loose. He let out a yelp, scrambled, but it was too late. The soft earth collapsed under his weight and sent him tumbling. Something sharp hit his side, and he landed in a heap on the forest floor. He coughed, snorted, and tried to get to his feet. A sharp pain in his side argued against this and he gritted his teeth. Above, the falcon cried out and came down, landing in a nearby tree. Are you all right? he asked in the low speech. Draco turned his blue eyes up, frigid. “I don’t know,” he replied in the same tongue. He hadn’t realized it yet, but he had just stumbled onto claimed lands.
I've got to remember this is just a game
Ever since meeting the brazen Firefly, Draco had been considering his options while here. He had no intention to join any pack, since they would offer him nothing and he would leave them in the dust when the time was right. There was the issue of his family, which he did not intend to overlook—he knew his father was here, and that Jasper had followed after him. As of yet, his half-brother and niece were unknown factors in his life. It was the ghost of his father, the unresolved fury at his brother, the shadows of a former-life that were plaguing him as he made his way down the mountain.
He was absent-mindedly leaping from stone to stone, following faint trails. Then, all too suddenly, the ground went loose. He let out a yelp, scrambled, but it was too late. The soft earth collapsed under his weight and sent him tumbling. Something sharp hit his side, and he landed in a heap on the forest floor. He coughed, snorted, and tried to get to his feet. A sharp pain in his side argued against this and he gritted his teeth. Above, the falcon cried out and came down, landing in a nearby tree. Are you all right? he asked in the low speech. Draco turned his blue eyes up, frigid. “I don’t know,” he replied in the same tongue. He hadn’t realized it yet, but he had just stumbled onto claimed lands.