Post by Winston / Tegan on Apr 10, 2011 12:22:20 GMT -8
Steadily and with an ease of experience, Darius fingers begin to play a soft tune. No one but the woodland animals were around to hear the music, but it didn't matter to him. It was really on in effort to calm the raging storm crashing in him mind.
"Oh mo Dhia, cad a rinne tú? Cad a rinne mé?"
For a week, he had known he wished to join the The Load-Bearers pack. Many plans had been laid to how he would slowly make himself known within the sept. Create a place within the clockwork for him to turn. And only then move up to such a daunting task. All until that moment.
"A wolf that runs alone is a hungry wolf," the Grand Elder states while pondering my request. "First find a pack to join and then you may challenge again to enter the Sept."
Rejected, rage begins to pump through Darius' veins. "Then I have another challenge," he loudly says showing no sign of emotion. "I challenge to join your pack!"
Rejected, rage begins to pump through Darius' veins. "Then I have another challenge," he loudly says showing no sign of emotion. "I challenge to join your pack!"
What had come over me to do such a thing. Had the very ancestors of the Fianna filled my blood with ice and the courage only known in legends? "But which legends; The one of the hero or the one of the fool?" As the piece slowly came to an end, Darius looks up at the sky and the roaming clouds. "Only time will tell."