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Cer I want a thread with you! >>; 523 The meeting seemed to be stuck in a loophole, Des thought the taking-prisoners-subject had been burried when Cer had spoken. Clearly, he had been wrong. A little bored with it all, he just watched the others as they kept on discussing. Away in his own thoughts, much of what was said around him just fell into a blurr. He agreed with his alpha and he agreed with Slay and Mew, but the whole prisoner thing was a little bit too unrealistic. It would demand too many resources and too much effort, and in the end it would probably not have gained them anything. They would have needed cages, or some sort of inclosure, and guards and so on and so on. Des got exhausted just thinking about it. Should he speak? Should he say something? He listened to Slay, who obviously had the same in mind as him. Gathering strenght was the best option…he looked around himself, this bunch of wolves didn’t exactly look like warriors. Well, Mew was a bit fisty, with her I-take-myself-too-serious-attitude. She should loosen up. Desaevio shook his head, what was it that made her look so serious all the time? He didn’t know any better, but that wasn’t so weird. He had just arrived, he had just been accepted, and they hadn’t met since then. How was he supposed to know what had happened to her? It wasn’t exactly something you confy to a total stranger. So he kept his cynical stance, and would keep on thinking she was a bit stuck up on herself until he got a better explanation. Slay had left, and soon after Cer had jumped down from her stone. He had wanted to suggest that they should start mobilizing, and offer to help making weapons. He wasn’t the best of craftsmen, but he had some skills. Des wasn’t the one to brag, but he sure was proud of what he had and what he preform. Knifes and spears, arrows and bows, even some jewelery from time to time. But he was a warrior at heart. He could probably talk to the Rosea some other time. Right now, he just felt like heading back to the place he had started calling home; the vineyard. The dark male got up on his legs and brushed the remaining grass off his pelt; fluffed his mane a bit. He walked away without saying anything, he just gave Mew a teasing look before heading for the bushes. He had much to think about. This war had sneaked up on him like a cold blooded snake. Though he felt that Mew had tricked him a bit, he wasn’t thinking of leaving. The trail of the Grey one had led him here, and he was going to find her no matter what! The little voice in the back of his head wanted revenge, and by God, it was going to get it. For a second he wanted to turn around and follow Cer, just to talk a little more, but he spotted a rabbit and by then his attention was lost to the hunt. |