what's this, what's this? [p]

Kesho Maisha · 11-24-2010, 11:02 PM

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I couldn't get to the map otherwise I'd have done more area detail, lmao. I don't know where he's supposed to be! Tongue WC: 429

Kesho Maisha

The news around the clan was that a new wolf pack was forming. Why, he didn't know. How they managed to collect the numbers to do so was beyond him, and he only wished that Mudbloods could learn from their managing prowess. Their numbers, while strong, did not mean as much as the same numbers in a wolf pack. They could certainly not keep up with the six or so wolf packs carried now. One lonely group of coyotes against any one of those packs would surely spring in swift time. Then again, most of these wolves had much less combat training. Maybe they would stand a chance, after all. There was no point in attempting to test that theory, though. This was, he supposed, the reasoning behind Gabriel and Kaena's insistence upon neutrality in recent times. Kesho had yet to confront them about this truly, but from his conversation with Gabriel, he had gathered that it was not advised to cause turmoil amongst the packs. They deserve to rot, those wolves! Why wouldn't you just pounce on the opportunity to cause trauma among them?! Snarled a voice inside the bronze coyote's head. His other ego bothered him on a near constant basis, trying its best to gain control of his body. He would fight it as long as he could daily, but occasionally its force was too strong. His will could only stand so much torture.

Therefore it was strange of him to find himself wandering, following only his nose and the rough, sketchy map that his mind had created. It was clear to him as he approached, though, that he had stumbled upon the right place. The scent of canis lupus lupus infiltrated his nostils and he shuddered a bit, flashbacks of old times appearing in his mind. This was no time to lose control, though, he must retain it-- he refused to be responsible for creating drama in the clan as soon as he returned. It was strange of him to be outgoing like this, however, but something told him he should give it a look. Surely he would be able to keep himself in check, so long as he weren't approached by any large number of wolves, and they weren't hostile like some he had met before. It was all on chance. He found himself there, at the border of this small band of wolves, with an inquiring mind laced with hatred and insolence. He kept the latter two at bay for as long as he could stand-- truthfully not a lengthy span of time.

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