Drooping Willows What Was That?

RANDOM EVENT: Muerda- A screeching bat hits the side of your head.
@Elettra, here's the thread! I'm going to say it's set around midnight if that's okay :)

Muerda had decided to scope out the area a bit more. Only the time she choose was a bit off. The sun was set and it had to be late night early morning. The moon was covered by the clouds. Her footsteps the only sound she heard, that was until the sound of something screeching rang into her ears. It caused Muerda to crinkle her nose. Though the more she tried to ignore it the louder it got. SMACK! What just hit her head? Had it been that screeching annoying flying thing? Here it came again! This time she dodged it while being able to steal a glance at it. It was a damn bat! Muerda growled and barked at it but the bat just kept screeching and flying around. She was frustrated it wouldn't shut up. But even more frustrated that it might wake some of the members. Letting out a low growl and an attempt to jump at it Muerda missed once again. Giving up on it she mumbled something and walked away with hatred coursing through her veins. "If I can't even scare away a stupid bat how will I protect the pack from wolves and other predators? With a big huff her body slunk to the ground. Emerald Green eyes shone in the darkness of the willow trees. Table by PuppyThief

The night was shattering, a darkness weighing upon her as though pushing upon her shoulders, such a pitch that left even a woman of intense eyesight to squint before the darkness that shrouded the lands of Relic Lore. Elettra Archer was by far a fool to this, for it seemed as though around this time of year, time and time again, did the ghosts and ghouls stir for a show. She snorts, unwelcoming of the chaos it may in-tale. Last year, a frightening sight of the living dead in the form of a deer, even alive, had crossed the path of the Willow Ridge members. The Leader kept her guard up, willing herself not to be shaken as she trekked along with a determination to clear her route of border patrol for the long night ahead.
In the bitter nightfall it was Muerda, one of her newest members, which lifted her silken black ears atop her head and nose to the skies at her scent. She slowly loped into the other woman's direction if only to greet the member. After all, she did wish to know if all was well with her and her time here as of yet in the Ridge. Two members were below her in power and although Calla was a Yearling, surely if Semananti had not already tried bullying a placement above her, she would in time. The squabbles of dominance between her members meant little to Elettra. After all, positions could change easily and a wolf assuring dominance was far too natural to get worked up over. So long as no one tested Elettta's power, everything was fine.
A deep huff about her, she strides to the other woman, tipping her head to the rusty colored thick lady in greeting. Muerda had Elettra's full attention until... "DAMNIT!" The sharp bark snaps past Elettra's lips as her head shoots skyward for the perpetrator who assaulted her. "How dare..." And again, did it catch her off guard, though this time with a loud screech, smacking Elettra in the back of the head hard enough to have her fast stepping forward closer to her subordinate.

(This post was last modified: Nov 07, 2013, 06:23 AM by Elettra.)