Bitter News
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
48
48
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
08-24-2020, 05:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-24-2020, 05:57 PM by Sirius.)
The Warlord spread the news to the pack, and began to formulate a plan. When wolves began to file in, standing before him, offering support and assistance. He paused. Thrown for a loop. He wasn’t the only one who cared about the wolves of this pack. For a moment, just a moment, the Warlord really considered the two-way street of this type of life. It was not him, for them, against the world. It was all of them, together. Emotion filled the possessive Bastard, and he let his eyes linger on each and every wolf that came. That was here, for him, and for Malalia. The Warlord would have burned worlds for these wolves before him. His appreciation was in his eyes, and he answered natha’s question first. “Malalia, my adopted daughter, and our Reaper - which is the rank just below Warlord and Queen.” He explained to her. “She is known for travelling, but not for long periods. She takes her responsibilities seriously. I can not find any sign of where she went.” in other words, her disappearance was very suspect and troubling. He turned to Dunkan, but ensured his voice, as it was when he answered Natha, was pitched for everyone to hear. “We need to hunt for signs of her.” He said, eyes flashing as he looked over the wolves before him. Eight had arrived. Perfect. “I want everyone to buddy up, we will send a pair in each direction from this pack. The one that goes South will go to Auster. Tamsyn will keep track of the places each wolf had explored and what was found there. Report to her.” The Warlord would be searching the furthest. He would be going near Winterfell, to see if that wretched pack had anything to do with this. In the meanwhile, he needed a coordinator, he knew he could trust Tamsyn. Anger and weariness shimmered in the Warlords veins. A sensation only increased when his eyes landed on Mortis. The desolate expression in the young wolf's face told him Malalia’s best friend had no answers for him. |
