Count our strengths
09-19-2014, 03:03 AM
After seeing to it that Chrono had been properly placed in his eternal slumber, she was tired. Not exhausted, but tired. Making the journey to the Singing Caverns alone, after the others, was not really difficult - it was more tiresome on the mind than the body. Having to evaluate each step so carefully before even flinching. Perhaps that is what failed the calico male, adrenaline and fear clouding rational thoughts. What has happened could not be changed now and she did not dwell on it. There really was nothing to dwell on - it was nature's way to clean out the weak to make room for the strong. Motif had made her way to her galactic presence, asking her to help search for food for the pack. Mmm, a chance to return to the embrace of the gods. She welcomed the idea, not really for hunting, but for the opportunity to feel the sheer power of the gods' grasp around her feminine form. Paws would shift causing talons to click softly against the rocky floor as she listened to the woman speak. A simple nod would answer her question, a nod in which agreed to go into the storm. In fact, she would have went alone if asked. A true warrior would always return home, breathing or lifeless. Would she welcoming die for this pack? Probably not, but she would die for her own glory. To be written down and stories told of her undying bravery. And so she would wait patiently for whatever orders were given, not particularly happy about the idea of following the instructions of another in a situation as this. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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