06-24-2008, 09:54 PM
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He didn't know exactly what was going on in Shadowed Sun...except that there had been a lot of fighting lately. Sirius hadn't seen any of it himself, but he had seen what Skoll and Lubomir looked like. Really bad. Sirius didn't want to have to fight anybody ever, but if it came down to it he would fight just like an adult pack member. Maybe they'd have some pups he could take on.
But fighting would hurt...and he'd get all bloody...so he wasn't so sure about it. What would his father say? Maybe he could find some sort of a weapon and fight from far away, where he wouldn't be in the direct line of battle. The almost three-month-old pup looked at window after window until he saw something that looked promising. A big letter "W", followed by a bunch of letters that he didn't know yet. W was the starting word for Weapon, right?
He entered the shop, looking around. Nothing hanging on the walls...but he was too short to see up high. Maybe there would be something cool, like a sword or a bow and some arrows. He climbed up a ladder that leaned against one of the shelves, trying to see what was up on the top ones, when one of the rungs on it snapped. He lost his footing and fell sideways, crashing through an already weakened window and landing amidst the shards.
He didn't know exactly what was going on in Shadowed Sun...except that there had been a lot of fighting lately. Sirius hadn't seen any of it himself, but he had seen what Skoll and Lubomir looked like. Really bad. Sirius didn't want to have to fight anybody ever, but if it came down to it he would fight just like an adult pack member. Maybe they'd have some pups he could take on.
But fighting would hurt...and he'd get all bloody...so he wasn't so sure about it. What would his father say? Maybe he could find some sort of a weapon and fight from far away, where he wouldn't be in the direct line of battle. The almost three-month-old pup looked at window after window until he saw something that looked promising. A big letter "W", followed by a bunch of letters that he didn't know yet. W was the starting word for Weapon, right?
He entered the shop, looking around. Nothing hanging on the walls...but he was too short to see up high. Maybe there would be something cool, like a sword or a bow and some arrows. He climbed up a ladder that leaned against one of the shelves, trying to see what was up on the top ones, when one of the rungs on it snapped. He lost his footing and fell sideways, crashing through an already weakened window and landing amidst the shards.