Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Kila, and anyone else who wants to hop in!
Characters involved: Var (Kila)
Setting: The Enkratis den and surrounding packlands
Time: Late morning to early afternoon
Weather: Dreary and overcast, drizzly and cool with low humidity
Their queen was dead.
Var had instructed the pack to lay her to rest along the southern border, on a bluff overlooking the lake. It felt only fitting, but as they buried their queen it began to drizzle slowly, as if the sky itself were weeping for their loss.
A heavy air fell over the pack, and Var felt his shoulders droop as he lead the pack in a howl. Their sorrowful song rose to the heavens, echoing their anguish.
With heavy paws, Var returned to the den. Drops of mist clung to his thick pelt, weighing him down even more than his mood. His golden markings, usually so bright and vibrant, dulled. So much had gone wrong. A second oracle dead. Their queen, at that.
With a lumbering sigh, the giant wolf collapsed onto his side in a bed of dry grasses within the den, back to the outside world. The pack wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready for this. The young were going to need him now. They were going to need his advice and guidance, and Var needed to grieve. He had come accustomed to seeing his packmates die before him, but this death was a true loss for the pack. The oracle was important. How was the goddess to speak to them without her?
A new oracle would have to be chosen, but the royal line...
Var huffed again, and closed his eyes. His thoughts were too much. Today was too much.
It was time to grieve. Thinking could come later...
Players involved: Kila, and anyone else who wants to hop in!
Characters involved: Var (Kila)
Setting: The Enkratis den and surrounding packlands
Time: Late morning to early afternoon
Weather: Dreary and overcast, drizzly and cool with low humidity
Var
Their queen was dead.
Var had instructed the pack to lay her to rest along the southern border, on a bluff overlooking the lake. It felt only fitting, but as they buried their queen it began to drizzle slowly, as if the sky itself were weeping for their loss.
A heavy air fell over the pack, and Var felt his shoulders droop as he lead the pack in a howl. Their sorrowful song rose to the heavens, echoing their anguish.
With heavy paws, Var returned to the den. Drops of mist clung to his thick pelt, weighing him down even more than his mood. His golden markings, usually so bright and vibrant, dulled. So much had gone wrong. A second oracle dead. Their queen, at that.
With a lumbering sigh, the giant wolf collapsed onto his side in a bed of dry grasses within the den, back to the outside world. The pack wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready for this. The young were going to need him now. They were going to need his advice and guidance, and Var needed to grieve. He had come accustomed to seeing his packmates die before him, but this death was a true loss for the pack. The oracle was important. How was the goddess to speak to them without her?
A new oracle would have to be chosen, but the royal line...
Var huffed again, and closed his eyes. His thoughts were too much. Today was too much.
It was time to grieve. Thinking could come later...
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