The beating, beating paws
Pack Bonus Seasonal!
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
03-12-2021, 06:40 PM
Winter was gripping the land as if they had entered the very center of the season, and were not in fact at the onset of Spring. In the late hours of the night, a gusty wind had blown a steady mist across the territory, so the long grasses of the pack were shrouded and concealed. He could scarcely see in front of his nose, and Marshal had been forced to settle on his shoulders. For fear of flying into trees, hidden from sight until the last moment.
The cold permeated every inch of him, despite his thick coat, and found its way into every joint until he was forced to bite back a shiver. He felt a restlessness in his veins, a prentaural sense that urged him on, despite the hour. He stamped his paws on the frosted ground, encouraging blood flow through his limbs. He paced the border, unable to sleep or let off, feeling the prickling urge that something was coming.
An eerie cry sounded from somewhere in the dark forest beyond his borders. His ears pricked and he froze, staring intently out into the darkness, but despite his concentration, he could make nothing out. There was just mist. An endless, weighted shroud before him. Another eerie cry sounded, and his skin prickled, and Marshal peeped softly, and borrowed down further in his coat. Bast, who had come to fear nothing, slunk close to him, pressing so tightly against his paw he wondered if she would fall if he moved so much as an inch.
He could not doubt it, something was coming. He raised his head, and sounded an alarm to the pack. “To the Obelisk! All wolves to the Obelisk!” he cried, nudging Bast. it was all the encouragement she needed, she shot past him, racing back inward of the pack. Towards the den, where his children slept. The Warlord stood a moment longer, watching the misty lands, and heard the sound of paws crunching on soft snow, and then he too, turned and ran. The children, get the children and set the pack around them at the obelisk. It was all he could think about.
WC: 364
