Picture Perfect
03-23-2018, 08:12 PM
Casually Malleus picked his way through the castle. Outside its walls the scents of the pack wolves who'd called it home were fading. Inside, though? It felt almost like he was trespassing. Their scents were stale, sure, but they filled the castle to the brim. If he tried, Malleus was sure he could pick an individual and accurately plot out their day; tracing their common movements and pinpointing their favorite haunts with relative ease. It was strange to think that those wolves were now scattered about doing the work of the Fallen God. Whether they realized it or not, they were indeed doing the Lord's work. No matter where they went, they took with them the story of the Abraxas. They'd been lifted, however briefly, from their pitiful existence to serve a greater good. Strolling to a window, Malleus stood up on his hind legs and placed his forepaws on the sill. He could see for miles; the territory was laid bare below. It was a nice little vantage point nestled firmly in an easy to defend territory. He didn't know if the previous alpha had ever stood here and remarked on this location's usefulness, but he liked to think the castle had been chosen for this particular reason. |