Post by Will S on May 16, 2010 21:45:14 GMT -8
In the dark night tread Zephyrus. He walked down the street to the new address. He looked at the rather nice complex. he went up to the apartment door and unlocked it. It smelt of garou in particular it was the smell of Makes No Since.
He walked through the door. It was not home but was a place to crash. His anger still stabbed him in the back just like the words of the grand elder. Olie had always been the nicer of the two elders to him. Whistler Had always had the harsh feeling towardsZ.
But when Olie called him a Lier! To His Face.
Zephyrus shuttered as he replayed the event.
Honest had always been big in the felines book. It was His laws,
His Blood, His Morals!
How could they say he was a Lier. It made no scene.
He had risked his life many times and helped the Garou with many things. He knew any other cat would have Spit in the grand elders face and spoke obscenities not herd since the war of rage.
They favored the Corax because of the scouting she could do and the Bear because of her useful fighting skills and healing.
Z looked around finding the bedroom. He knew that the Apartment was no place for a shrine nor for him and his simple living.
the bastet found the bed and flopped on it. He needed sleep to clear his mind or at least maybe focus at the task at hand to subdue the ancient evil. Which again the garou awoke.
Z slowly started to calm himself and fall asleep.
( on a side note. I still start my posts with silverthorn..... It is odd how habits stick. )
He walked through the door. It was not home but was a place to crash. His anger still stabbed him in the back just like the words of the grand elder. Olie had always been the nicer of the two elders to him. Whistler Had always had the harsh feeling towards
But when Olie called him a Lier! To His Face.
Zephyrus shuttered as he replayed the event.
Honest had always been big in the felines book. It was His laws,
His Blood, His Morals!
How could they say he was a Lier. It made no scene.
He had risked his life many times and helped the Garou with many things. He knew any other cat would have Spit in the grand elders face and spoke obscenities not herd since the war of rage.
They favored the Corax because of the scouting she could do and the Bear because of her useful fighting skills and healing.
Z looked around finding the bedroom. He knew that the Apartment was no place for a shrine nor for him and his simple living.
the bastet found the bed and flopped on it. He needed sleep to clear his mind or at least maybe focus at the task at hand to subdue the ancient evil. Which again the garou awoke.
Z slowly started to calm himself and fall asleep.
( on a side note. I still start my posts with silverthorn..... It is odd how habits stick. )