08-03-2014, 08:34 PM
Erich, with his packmates, comes down out of the mountains for the moot. They come down from the mountains, they come closer to the city -- but not <i>that</i> close, not at all -- and they go into the drylands and the scrublands and the cracked-earth-lands of Forgotten Questions.
Erich, a large dappled wolf today, mostly grey, mostly iron-grey the way his ancestors were iron-grey, but also white and black and perhaps a bit of brown and golden here and there, lopes a long lazy lope as he approaches the epicenter,
the howls,
the rising tension gathering through the night. When he howls, there are already a multitude of voices in the air. He joins them: concordantly discordant, howling while running, running beside his white-pale-moon-water-sylph of a sister.
Erich, a large dappled wolf today, mostly grey, mostly iron-grey the way his ancestors were iron-grey, but also white and black and perhaps a bit of brown and golden here and there, lopes a long lazy lope as he approaches the epicenter,
the howls,
the rising tension gathering through the night. When he howls, there are already a multitude of voices in the air. He joins them: concordantly discordant, howling while running, running beside his white-pale-moon-water-sylph of a sister.
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.