Survive the Night

And if I had the answers I'd have written them out
So I can tell you what to do and what this thing is about
But all I've ever learned comes second-hand
And I dare not preach what I don't understand

The female had decided to return to the woods with the feeling that the idea was not one her mother and brother would necessarily have themselves. Though there were good memories here there was also the reminder of the fall of Dragoste… the last place her father had been seen alive…

Philomena’s paws lead her deeper into the lands. The scents here were stale… but they bore both the scents of her former pack and those of the Abraxi. She paused, ears flicking as she recalled Amon’s words to her before she left the Risen Empire. To tell the truth of what had happened… Philomena’s claws bit into the Earth. Someday she’d cross the path of the Abraxas wolves once more… and when she did… she’d be ready. She wouldn’t fall as her father had… but she knew that she wouldn’t simply follow them.

Philomena knew her mother and brother wouldn’t approve of her fighting though… so what was there to do? They couldn’t just keep running… Her ears flicked back, her blue gaze narrowing. “Dammit… what choice do I have? I’m not just going to bow down to them…” ...and she’d be damned if she let her brother or mother do the same. No… she’d protect them. She had to… somehow…

Maybe… maybe it was time to start planning. Not necessarily in creating a full blown pack… but maybe she could gather some followers to resist the Empire. The Resistance… yeah, that had a ring to it.

Philomena straightened up and threw back her head to howl for those who might be close by. It was a powerful howl… the howl of a leader. Let those who hear her come and investigate. She wanted the brave and bold… those who were ready to fight for what they believed. Those who would fight for the freedoms all should have....

...but who was going to stand and fight?

Did anyone have that courage anymore?

You and I; we share the same disease
Cover up; compromise what we grieve
I've let more than my share of revivals die
This isn't pretty but it's what I am tonight