I Wanna Be a Rockstar!
05-25-2013, 11:28 AM
dying on a train, No more destination, No more pain He said, "One thing before I graduate:" "-the good with the bad.-" Yes that was a fine way to describe it; not just the land, but life in general. Eria seemed to be a wolf who could understand all this. Taking the good with the bad, well that was never easy, especially when done over a decade. Life and it's twists were out there to change you, you could either become better or worse, it depended on your character. For Crusade, she liked to think, she'd become better, or at least to think that she hadn't lost her best points. Despite a twice broken heart, she could still love her mate, despite the loss of good friends, she could still attach herself, and despite all the hell she'd seen, she still believed that it paid to follow your principles and put faith in your family. That was why she was still standing. Er - figuratively anyway, this snowbank was far too cozy and right now she preferred to remain laying down. Eria seemed to agree, for soon the cobalt she-wolf was settling down into a seat beside her. To her complement on Crusade's name, she was returned a soft grunt of humor. "My parents seemed to have some sort of foresight in that reguard." she watched Eria seemed to enjoy the snow. "My mother, Clash, was quite the snowbaby herself. My sire first met her when she was making snow angles on the border of his northern homeland." Ah but Glaciem, Crusade was asked with utmost grace to speak of it. Oh she would never tire of describing her grand home. She only wished she could find words endowed with greater meaning. "Glaciem... is a pack which takes all the Northern dangers in stride, we have survived deaths of dear pack members, an abduction of our leader, a pair of migrations, and, what we all thought was the end of the world." The volcano. Creator Above, would she ever think back on that day without a shudder? She'd only just lost her eye and begun to recover from her death match with Xy that terrible natural disaster. "The wolf known as Gargoyle leads it now, and though he is a giant, I can only ever think of him as my baby brother." The fae sighed contentedly. "The word 'Glaciem' is forever interlocked with the 'family' in my mind. After all, it was myself, with a few of my family members who started the pack many years ago." |