04-07-2008, 11:33 PM
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  Sorry I didn't get in earlier =P  The bronze warrior returned, still in shifted form, as he was nearly always anymore. His effects bounced on his hips as he explored the mountain passes and varied regions within the packland they intended to claim. It wasn't too big...and with the mountain at their backs, it would be easy to defend. That was, after all, his job. No one had told him it was, but it seemed obvious to him, and probably to those around him as well. What good was an eight foot werewolf covered in scars and with eyes and movements like his? Well...if trouble started brewing, he was there for everyone to get behind. That was about it. He had gained some reputation for his vigilance, he was sure. After all, he'd been a guard dog for Storm for over two years, few had spoken to him during that time, but his smell had been ever present on the Storm border, and he had engaged many who had hoped to bring harm to the wolves within. This new pack would be interesting, though it saddened him to think that Storm would not reform. It had been a home to HawkWind, also known as VoidFane, his ancestor, and had been a sanctuary to himself as well. He was saddened, seeing it go. Nevertheless, he felt a lingering responsibility to Pilot, which would extend at least until the immediate future; he had entered an unspoken agreement to help him lead Storm, and he felt bound to at least see the beginnings of this new pack through. He was friends with Tayui as well, and he had no reservations about fighting to protect her or her hopes for this new pack. "The name is fitting," he said as he approached the two white wolves. "This new dawn fights back the shadow of the night that has descended on us all. There is poetry in the it." For those who didn't know him well, it might sound strange for Skoll to speak so. He had been a lover of stories before he was a warrior, though, and had maintained that affinity throughout his near seven years of life. Following tales is what had united him with his now dead ancestor, HawkWind, and what had led him to Bleeding Souls in the first place. Tales were how he preserved his fallen comrades, and how he himself wanted to achieve recognition when the day of his death finally arrived. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |