Cold Bodies of this Bleeding Empire
11-28-2013, 12:34 PM
Ashanti Aranna
Let the boys come running
Let the boys come running
All Welcome here :D
Ashanti was in a rather rare form that day. She didn't touch an herbs, she stayed far away from any wolves that she could and she sat there thinking to herself. She thought everything and anything that might be the slightest bit depressing. She was a 'widow' and her children were slain at the will of a monster. How was she suppose to feel with the grief and shock. We believe that cowardice is to blame for the world?s injustices. I will be my undoing If I become my obsession. Dishonesty Is Rampant. Dishonesty Is Temporary. Dishonesty Makes Evil Possible. The manifesto of her pack ran into her head, she had helped develop it with everything her pack saw as evil. They tried to replace Cowardice with bravery. They tried to replace dishonesty with honesty. Aggression with peace, lack of intelligence with intelligence. Lastly, slefishness was to be replaced with selflessness. Something that she herself was failing at. She needed to remember what they died for, and she needed to live on as the only surviving memory of what they were. She needed to be brave.
12-02-2013, 01:16 AM
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12-03-2013, 05:34 PM
Ashanti Aranna
Let the boys come running
Let the boys come running
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A light bark was all that the pure white widow heard, she promptly turned her head to see the golden Regina standing before her. Ashanti had never met her, and therefore lacked some knowledge to her. The fact that she was the ruler of the lands had eluded her at that point, the fact that she was a Tortuga wolf did not. "Hello." The loud wolf said rather shyly. She was all out of character in the pack, she was quiet and shy when she normally never shut up.
She stumbled to her feet, her icy blue eyes gazing at the female who stood before her. "I'm Ashanti, a little new here, I'm a Guaritore." She offered up to the woman. Her paws scuffing against the snow on the ground. Her mind was all over the place, half of it focused on the task at hand, talking to this woman. Half of it was just lost into space, it was strange. She never remembered being so unorganized in her life. She eyes had little bits of pain hidden deep within them.
She had never felt so alone, and she had never felt so home. She stood there, waiting for the woman to respond.
12-04-2013, 11:47 PM
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