these scars remind me (joining)
03-29-2014, 11:10 AM
Hermes was reclining on his back in the lush summer grasses of the dancefloor while he still had the opportunity. No doubt when autumn and winter rolled around the scene would be very different indeed. His mind had been restless and filled with doubts as of late, both in his own abilities and also in those of their current leader Virgil. How did she plan to rule and raise the litter at the same time? Wouldn't it be better to turn the pack over to Natalya for awhile while she regained her strength? It was obvious to him how weak Olympus was right now. It consisted of but a smattering of family. Without recruitment and a strong leader to raise moral they could fall before they'd even begun to stand.
The athletic young man flipped on his belly and rose to his feet. Was there anything he could do? A sudden howl caught his attention. It was foreign too him and he knew it could either be a challenger or a potential member. Would one of his aunts or uncles or his cousin Virgil answer first? Would they even hear? Well what was stopping him? A warrior in training such as he should not give into fear so easily. After all when the leaves stained themselves in crimson and saffron shades like blood on the battlefield then he would be two years old. A man.
Hermes trotted off in the direction of the call and soon came upon a massive female, larger even than his brother Apollo. She bore a dark coat that was littered with scars. A warrior, excellent! He prayed she was seeking a pack to join and not one to take for Virgil was in poor shape to defend her throne with newborns to care for and milk to provide. He approached boldly, muscular limbs moving with confidence, tail held high before he dipped his head in greeting. "I am Hermes Olympus, Heir to the Olympus Clan whose lands you see before you. Who are you and what do you require of my prescence?"