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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 11, 2008 17:51:54 GMT -5
Mist stpped onto the smooth, grey stone in the middle of their camp. Many ceremonies had been held in the last few weeks, but she never tired of announcing the next step of a young wolf's life. This time, however, she felt pangs of sorrow course through her. The three young wolves that stood by the stone, waiting for their neophyte ceremonies, were grim, also. mist remembered Seren, her dearest daughter, taken from her just days ago....she'd had so much passion, so much zest for life....it had amazed her. Now she was gone, and she'd never come back.
"The wolves you see before you are no longer pups," she began. "They are ready to learn the ways of the packs. Basal, Curse, and Owen, please step forward," she instructed them.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 11, 2008 20:10:46 GMT -5
A deep silence was set over Mona as she stared up at the leader. Her mind was cluttered with random, disturbing thoughts. They were odd and weird. They were impossible. She had odd thoughts like if she ever ate a butterfly and disturbing thoughts of ripping and tearing through flesh. She had one thought that made her depressed as she thought of it. It was her mother. Not only her mother but how she had lost her last eight lives in one battle against one wolf. How? How could leave eight lives behind in a battle against one wolf? She didn't understand it and when she tried she saw the awful one- eyed, blood- stained wolf ripping and tearing through her mother's flesh. She shivered and shrank to the ground.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 11, 2008 20:18:19 GMT -5
Owen stepped forward, expression a mixture of hurt and determination. He was determined to try twice as hard because his sister would never have this oppourtunity. He would fight twice as hard, if only for her. "Basal, your mentor will be Dusk. Curse, your mentor will be Sparkling Ember. Owen, I will be your mentor. I trust you will all, as I will, do your best to raise them in the Sheeran way. Meeting over." She leaped down from the rock, grateful that the last of the ceremonies were finished for now. She nodded to Owen that they were to go hunting, and flicked her tail to Mona. "Bring your neophyte, Mona." she added.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 11, 2008 20:33:25 GMT -5
She looked up at the leader and slowly got up. She wasn't as enthusiastic as she should have been. She slowly padded to the neophyte den to call for her apprentice, Aimi. She howled a low half-hearted howl into the den and waited patiently for her neophyte.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 11, 2008 21:07:21 GMT -5
(I started a thread in the terras =] )
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Post by Sheera on Jan 11, 2008 21:36:40 GMT -5
(k XD)
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