Post by Will S on Aug 11, 2010 23:52:04 GMT -8
Gmork, A large black wolf with green eyes that looked eerie in the dark, looked into the darkness the befell the training grond. It looked sweet and succulent for his dark thoughts of rending things that defiled mother gaia. It was a good training ground indeed. If only there had been someone to fight with.
He thought in his mind that theses garou in particular were more into talking with Fera, who were only good as food, at least the animal born ones where. That damn bird needed to be brought down a peg.
Gmork kept his scenes always open never letting his guard down. He continued his thoughts. The cogie that out ranked him was of no importance. There tribe was week and a sham. Love never saved any one. It only leads to the wyrm.
He thought in his mind that theses garou in particular were more into talking with Fera, who were only good as food, at least the animal born ones where. That damn bird needed to be brought down a peg.
Gmork kept his scenes always open never letting his guard down. He continued his thoughts. The cogie that out ranked him was of no importance. There tribe was week and a sham. Love never saved any one. It only leads to the wyrm.
