Exit Wounds (fia)
09-06-2014, 10:08 PM
From the moment of their dismissal she began to hope for a task that would be worthy of her, a spar, a maiming, patrolling for intruders and recruiting them as slaves to her holy queen. She followed the path lain out before her without hesitation or regret, shame be to the wolf who crossed her path and did not proudly brandish the name of Apollyon. She stood beside the wrathful rapids of the river, heat rising to her chest as a long bellow broke from her jaws. It was in the God's hands now, she could only hope that the task presented before her was worthy of her talents and skills. As the call ended, fear rose from the pads of her paws to the tip of her ears as the thought that she might be saddled with a minuscule task like pup sitting entered her mind. Almost as soon as the thought had entered it was quieted, as Dodge reassured herself that no task within a pack was unimportant and she would, come tooth or claw prevail and excel in the given field, until such a time as she proved herself worthy enough to preform a task worthy of her. No one is here to light the way |