Overcast 12 degrees C
May 13th
@Nebet
The air was dark and Reaper knew his fur stuck out like a sore thumb, the smell of cougar was faint in the area and yet the rogue was unafraid. The idea of fear made him scoff, for he knew that he was the king of this kingdom and every kingdom that he would ever encounter. Any cougar would bow before his power as should any wolf if they knew what was good for them and many would bow in the coming days. He was here to set up a branch of the organization and lead them to greatness, oh the message was well spread in Alaska, but now it was time to educate the world. He weaved among the pines, which were becoming sparse as he began the assent, he needed to see the land he was about to change, so he could see what he had to work with. The moon was blocked by the clouds, though the night remained warm and the rogue was thankful that his winter coat had given away to his summer one. Quickly he rose up the heights, the slope growing steep and his pace having to slow as he neared the top. Veering slightly to the left he found a diagonal slope that was easier to walk upon, less of a sheer bluff. He was alone for the time being, searching the lands for allies that he would call upon when the time was right, for now he needed to gather as much information as possible. To do that he had to gain the trust of many wolves from many regions, though they would have to be pure ones or their words meant nothing to him. Mutts would lie through their teeth if it best suited them, and even if the words were true it would come from a mouth of a dirty have breed. The thoughts made him cringe in disgust, how anyone could lower themselves to mate with someone lesser than them was a vile act. They may be happy now, those dirty breeds, oh but their time is limited so they better enjoy it while they can. The thoughts brought a gleam to his eyes and a malicious smile, oh they would regret the day they were born, and they would regret it soon. |