Played Fire on the Mountain

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

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(ooc: this thread is for Midnight, but I'm fine with Vioxes or any of the 'Snow Rogues' band joining in later if they want)

Champion wandered aimlessly through the lands. She wanted a visit to another beach, but wasn't about to go to the bay in the east where she'd met the ghost king. Not any time soon anyway. For all she knew, he was still prowling around, after all, he'd said he wanted nothing so much as her, and for a bit she had been ready to give herself over... but no, there was still too much spunk and spark, too much desire to freedom to sign her life away to some harem king in the Far North. No matter how undeniably attractive he was, or the purpose he could give her. She just wasn't ready for that. She was two for goodness sake. Well - almost three now. She'd already spent a season or so as Beta in Amenti before the fall and that had been enough duty-doing for her.

Course it seemed that chapter of her life wasn't over yet. Newt was still thristing for revenge, and ready to wage her own war. At first Champion had been there neck to neck and claw to claw - the first to voice her distaste for this defeat and her urge to right the wrong, but then.... then time had passed. Newt was seen less and less and Champ roamed more and more. Her wanderlust was calling her again, making her paws itch and her eyes yearn for new and distant horizons. She'd heard the smallest rumors of islands. ISLANDS! And with her love of swimming? Oh that sounded perfect! And there was still all the south and the west and most of the east in this land that she had not yet placed a claw upon. Such a crime. But rumors of war kept her in the north, fighting with herself. She had Vioxes, her devoted companion and friend and- well she didn't know what else. That was all she needed. She was ready to cut ties and run again just like she'd done from her birth pack. But Newt needed her... needed her very badly. Not everyone could let go of things as easily as Champ.

So here she was, the great gold-white bear shuffling along through the trees, scenting the open air and salty waves up ahead. There were scents of lots of other wolves, too, but those were much more distant - off away on some other part of the coast perhaps. Champion didn't fear them - but then, she didn't fear anything. Her only worry at the moment, was whether she'd gone too far for Vioxes to follow. She'd left a clear scent trail for him. Ah well, perhaps he was relaxing back at their last night's stop, or perhaps he'd show up later.

Champion was so consumed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the sounds of an approaching wolf until that moment. She halted smoothly, and raised her head, tail curled and ears perked. What would she find today?

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