Chased

*Gargoyle I* · 05-24-2013, 10:16 AM

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The faint scent of wolf blood had started Gargoyle charging towards the southern borders long before Capir's howl. But those notes did lend speed to his paws. The brute plowed an arrow's line through the white snow. The southern borders were a mass of white hills and endless snowfeilds - there were a few dottings of pine forests, but little else for miles. Glaciem was an icy oasis, and as such, it was the custom of the wolves there to offer a portion of their own good fortune to those who needed it.

As of late, however, this good will had been strained. One pyscho after another it seemed. First the unnamed beast who'd slaughtered Asheni, and then that other creature who'd marked Awaken and started into this speel of past and revenge and slayer crap. It was pathetic. Annoying. In his earlier days, Gargoyle would've eaten maggot-hearted rogues like these for breakfast.... but of course then, he'd been of their same class. A creature like them, only... worse.

That's why he had laughed when the piebald tresspasser had tried to instill fear and distrust towards the young male Awaken. The bitter sweet irony. Oh if they only knew who they were talking to.

Gargoyle reached the borders at a full gallop and made a perfect set of skidmarks as he slid to a stop beside the one of his Braves. "Capir," he said with a nod of greeting. This male was more or less the spector of the Glaciem pack, creeping along the sidelines, rarely ever speaking to anyone, and yet whatever his mannerisms might be, he was still a member of a pack. He'd been accepted back in Crusade's reign, and made it through the volcano and the migration.

What had brought him out of his shell today?

The towering male's eyes flickered down towards the other wolf. A female. Yearling. With the scent of fear and blood... and something else. That tresspasser...

"What's going on here? Tell me now." His rumbling voice was quick and curt, but without tone or even sharpness. He didn't want to inspire any more fear than his size and rank would do for him. He needed them to talk. He wanted to know what was going on - it was quite possible there was about to be a hunt.

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Chased

Gargoyle I