ardent

The eye of the storm

PACK MEETING (Mandatory)



Mephistopheles

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
105
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Extra large
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Medium
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The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Snake Eyes
10-19-2021, 06:34 PM

thinking "speech" "others"
Attending a funeral for a man he hardly knew, had been strange. However, duty had dictated that he attend, and he had been rather disturbed to realize it was such a young wolf. A young man who was already a father, and who had attained a high rank within the pack. He'd kept to the fringes, but had maintained a degree of solemnity out of respect. In the days that passed, he felt as though he'd been waiting on a summons of some sort from the higher ranks to discuss the future. It tended to happen after funerals, this he knew from experience. So, when the trio of voices rang out over the territories held by the Armada, the phoenix had risen to his paws and loped off towards the Obelisk. As he reached the edges of the growing crowd, cerulean eyes drifted over the assembled wolves. Ah, that Hanako lady who had paid him a visit after his initial arrival was here, and her mate at the head of the meeting alongside Sirius and his wife. He noted the swell of her flanks, and quirked a brow briefly before moving to make his way to an open spot.

He settled neatly onto his haunches on the snow dusted terrain, wrapping his tail around one thigh and offering a polite dip of his head to the leadership at the head of the group. He wasn't entirely sure what all might be addressed here, but there was a very good chance it was going to touch on the strange way the moon had secured its claim on the skies overhead. Darkness seemed to linger for all hours, with only a few hours of sunlight peeking over the horizon during the day. It had been troubling, and the effects were already settling like a haze over his mind. He felt slow, lethargic. There was no way it was age, he refused to believe he was an old man quite yet. Instead, he was assuming it to be some underlying curse, or simply the lack of sunlight to keep his brain in a rhythm. A small yawn pried his jaws apart, and he quickly snapped them shut and shook the grogginess from his pelt. Speak of the devil and he will appear, evidently the same applied to strange moon curses.

I GOT LIES TO TELL YOUR CHILDREN, WHEN MY SMILE PIERCES THROUGH YOUR BONES

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