Master of Puppets

*Faite* · 08-17-2016, 04:00 AM

Faite had yet to travel this far north. The farthest north she'd ever been was Fenrir's Maw and Mount Volkan and that'd been when she was a lost yearling just trying to find her way back to her family. She'd never expected to be where she was now though. At the most she'd have been content with being a legionary, maybe a lead position somewhere along the line, but never as high as Regulus' right wing. The promotion still was a bit hard for her to comprehend, but it was easy to say she was trying her best to fill the roll Creed had stepped down from.

So far she felt like she'd taken some pretty big steps in helping improve anything. She'd been to the battlefield a couple times to scout out for new recruits and she'd definitely been patrolling more than she used to. She found herself leaving the borders less and less and sticking at home. She'd already come up with ideas for Laisren's fight training and she was already pleased with them. She had a lot to teach her younger brother and she could only hope he'd grow to be a fine warrior. He had it in his blood after all.

While she was thinking her paws had brought her to a rather interesting looking place. It was not too far off from the looks of Mount Volkan with the lava-covered area. Of course it was far less green and mountainous and instead her dual-colored gaze would rest on black sand and already hardened lava. The scent of the ocean in the cove reached her nostrils and she reveled in the cool salty sea breeze that drifted her way. Her toes would sift in the sand and she'd marvel at how dark it was before she looked to the sea's horizon. Some might have called this place miserable and depressing but she thought it was beautiful from where she stood.

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