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Post by Candle on Sept 24, 2011 22:29:18 GMT -5
It was early morning, just before sunrise when the mists crawled from Aurorae Lake to cling to its shores. From beneath the shadows of Fallen Tree Dome, sharp gray eyes that exuded a strong, stoic aura of the creature that possessed them gazed out upon his freshly claimed land. It had been half a moon cycle (about two weeks) since he met Karrai, the alpha of the Moon Children in the marshes and a few of his lackeys. Much had happened since then- not the least of which his founding of Aquene ("peace") and taking the West Shores for himself.
His daughter, Amy, was out on a hunt or walk or whatever it was that she did when she "needed some air". He knew that child would not stay with him for long. Now that he had found a good source of food and a permanent home, he could see that wild, longing look come into her eyes when she thought he wasn't looking. She needed to be on her own, to find her own pack without being under the pressures of parents or siblings, just like he had so many moons ago.
Achak breathed in slowly, settling his pulse and mind, before the ghostly creature stepped out from the Dome. The ancient roots of the long-dead tree that created this cozy den brushed against his fur, sending and odd, tingling sensation through his whole body. Or perhaps that was the anticipation of things to come? Not even the wise Achak knew the answer to some questions, it seemed.
Like so many had before him, for countless moons and endless seasons, the pack leader tilted his head to the sky and called to the heavens in hopes that someone would answer it and become part of his family.
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