WORDS ARE THE SHARPEST WEAPONS
12-16-2013, 04:54 PM
The gods would place the wintery dove in a position of power and the girl had taken the burden willingly. She was completely ready to serve those powers higher than herself at whatever price they would ask of her. For nothing could be gained with our sacrifice, and it would seem that sacrifice would be to release her worldly view. She needed to see from a divine angle so she would become somewhat separate from the pack. Not physically, she was always ready when one needed her, but in her mind she would be somewhere else. Partially in the realm of the living and partially in that of the heavens Song would meditate to keep some semblance of the woman who existed before the sickness. One is here. Her thoughts would suddenly be interrupted as the wail rose up from her borders. The small she wolf would lift herself delicately as her duty became apparent. The gods would hopefully shine on her today and reveal a path worth traveling. She hoped to have her scouts back soon, they were sent off to tell of news of her crowning. She needed to converse with other leaders in the land, to see if they to felt the pull of the divine. Swiftly her paws would bring her to the edge of Ludicael's territory as the she wolf took in the girls form her relaxed posture would not change. She had no others to prove herself to but the gods so she would gently wag her tail in greeting as glittering bicolored eyes assessed the stranger. She wondered with her display who she might be. The first of the rest of Alacritis's Elite to seek her out. "Welcome to Ludicael." she would begin with a quiet smile, "I am Song Destruction, Oracle to the gods. Who, may I ask, has called upon my services?" Her petite paws would gently come together as her haunches would descend to the ground once again, flowing tail would rest peacefully above her stilled toes.? Speech |