Birthright
02-18-2014, 02:48 PM
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here to relive your darkest moments For the first time in years, rage consumed the silver man. His home, the only place that he felt he belonged since losing his loved ones, had been torn from him at the paws of a tyrant. It struck too close to home. His heart ached for the safety and security he had established in Valhalla, on the small island that they had made their home. His muscles longed for battle, to earn back what Valhalla had rightfully earned. And so, when the silver man heard Erani's emotional howl riding on the brisk wind, he found no hesitation in dropping everything and rushing to find the girl. It didn't take long to find her and the rest of the large gathering of Valhallans. With pride in his veins he thought, they would not be defeated so easily. Flaming amber eyes evaluated the gathering and settled on the pale woman who had made the summons. Every wolf here was angry and distraught for their homes, and she was no different. Something would be done. He met eyes with the woman and nodded, a soft smile of approval flashing across his maw for an instant. "Good to see you, Erani. What is it we will do to take back our home?" His face had hardened in the struggle, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he could no longer fight for what he cared about. But that day was not now. Now he would protect the pack he had grown to love. The fight for Valhalla was not over. |