THE QUIET <<
07-23-2014, 11:31 AM
my muse for him came back but i wanted to do -something-
chaos is the only ladder
The man had no need for issues. But, when he was tracking the Olympians the scent took him to a certain territory. The Dancefloor of the Gods. He was ready to confront whoever now led the golden creatures who wrongfully led. He or his brother were the rightful leaders. But, he was not there for a fight. He was there for nothing but a conversation. To understand what had been going on. Though, he would never forgive the golden creatures for what they did. For what they did to his family, to his wife. The man was not one to forgive with ease. Bloodshed would be the only thing to put his mind anywhere near ease. The man stood at the borders. His eyes were narrowed and his body was firm. He was a creature of complete excellence, but in those moments he knew he was either doing the right or wrong thing. It could end any way whoever came to the call decided. He was merely there to observe, to way out options. But, with his brother no where to be found, he would not know what to do. He was thinking of the chances of joining a pack, to be a part of something for the upcoming winter. But, he would not act without finding at least some of his children. His children were his life. The man let his head fling up and his call come out of his jowls, beckoning the pack before him.
"speech" ?
chaos is the only ladder
The man had no need for issues. But, when he was tracking the Olympians the scent took him to a certain territory. The Dancefloor of the Gods. He was ready to confront whoever now led the golden creatures who wrongfully led. He or his brother were the rightful leaders. But, he was not there for a fight. He was there for nothing but a conversation. To understand what had been going on. Though, he would never forgive the golden creatures for what they did. For what they did to his family, to his wife. The man was not one to forgive with ease. Bloodshed would be the only thing to put his mind anywhere near ease. The man stood at the borders. His eyes were narrowed and his body was firm. He was a creature of complete excellence, but in those moments he knew he was either doing the right or wrong thing. It could end any way whoever came to the call decided. He was merely there to observe, to way out options. But, with his brother no where to be found, he would not know what to do. He was thinking of the chances of joining a pack, to be a part of something for the upcoming winter. But, he would not act without finding at least some of his children. His children were his life. The man let his head fling up and his call come out of his jowls, beckoning the pack before him.
"speech" ?