I'm not sick, but I'm not well [epidemic meeting]
05-31-2014, 08:03 PM
Powerful limbs carried him across the lands. The winter frost attempting to coat his form as he ran. He had decided to take the paths towards the Eastern and Northern territories, if only to warn the packs that not only they suffered from the epidemic. He had seen firsthand what the illness did, having found a Valhallan wolf violently ill. He only hoped that the other packs were not hostile, and should they turn out to be so then he would fight back if threatened or if attempted at being held prisoner. He was a War Horse. He had been through it all, and not once had anyone been able to capture him. He would not be a prisoner of war, nor anyone's slave. He was free, no specific allies in place. He went where he pleased, for he was also diplomatic and political among other things. But today, he served as a messenger alongside another Valhallan wolf who had decided to take the Southern and Western territories. And it had been as he pounded his way to the North, he had crossed paths with a pair of wolves who pleaded help. It would seem the larger male belonged to the Northern pack he was already making his way to. And so, had offered to carry the male upon his back to return him to the pack he had sought. Nostrils flared, the ill stench seeking his nostrils as the male lied limp across his back. Fortunately, for previously he had been writhing and violent, though seemed to have exerted himself into a state of unconsciousness, but for how long he knew not. He did not want to be the beasts chew toy during this journey, that was for sure. Hooves would thunder across the stones as he crossed several territories, until finally a pack scent would reach the giant beast. He did not slow in his pace, instead rushing headlong past the border markers and following the path described to him by the young female. Soon enough, the strong scent of unknown wolves would penetrate his senses, and he knew he was getting close. He was sure that with his bulk and his pace, they would hear him coming from some distance away. He would finally see figures, and knew he must have been now at the heart of the pack. His pace slowed slightly, and upon breaking through the last stretch of trees he would skid to a halt, snow flying beneath his feet as he reared into the air, the white and blood stained wolf nearly slipping but Ryuk would lower his legs to the ground once more. He shook his head, glancing around as he gazed at each wolf in his presence. Though most of them seemed to be no more then yearlings or younger, save for perhaps only two of them. Was the pack really this small? "I am a messenger sent from the western regions wherein lies Valhalla. I have brought grave news of which I am sure you might already know about. An unknown epidemic has swept the lands, taking Valhalla among other packs within its grip. Valhalla is working on finding a cure, and I too offer my services to the affected packs in aiding in that endeavor." He would simply state, before glancing at the wolf upon his back. "I found him along my journey here. He is infected, and needs medical attention right away." He could feel the trickle of blood upon his back from the stained wolfs eyes, and yet it did not deter him for he was used to blood soaking his pelt from previous accounts in war. Ghostly eyes stared at each wolf in turn, wondering who would take up the mantle and respond. Talk like this |