I hear the willows cheering

N/A · 07-16-2014, 07:09 PM

Winter listened simply - casting his gaze from each of them as they spoke. The words that spilled from their maws twisted in his mind. . . The way they spoke of this kingdom seemed not a bad idea. The protection and security of a pack but without the dedication. It sounded perfect; however, sometimes if it sounds to good to be true it normally is. How would packs react to their gathering? Would they take it as a threat?

Winter would hunt as requested. Hunger roared inside of him as if it were a lion. He had not eaten for a few days and his dainty from could not survive long without nutrition. All these fairy tales have been rather distracting.

Lead the way, Hunter. Hunter - referring to Dusk who had been crowned lead hunter. Ah, he could not wait to lap the blood of his dying victim. To feel the struggling heartbeat tremor in his throat as he gripped his maw around its tender flesh - to savor the taste of raw flesh upon his tongue.

ooc; whichever you guys find easiest is fine with me.

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