Post by Wilhelm Opens-the-Way on Nov 18, 2011 14:14:14 GMT -8
June, 2010
At the border to the Bawn of the Sept of the Forgotten Winter
Wilhelm raised his banner high and howled the howl of greeting. Excitement filled his veins to the brimming with the heady adrenaline of anticipation of new things to come. It was the first day of school, the instant before Christmas morning, or so he imagined. He'd never had those things living beneath the scullery of the east wing of the Windsor country house.
It had never been home, really, not even with the servants that were kind enough to pass him the odd scrap of meat pie or pepperment stick around that time. It was as if too much charity to him was asking for trouble, and they knew it.
But this, this was to be a home, Orion had said.
"The will of the Wyld, Wilhelm," he had said, will bring us someplace we are meant to go, to stay." Orion had sent Wilhelm ahead, and dutifully, gleefully the Squire had obliged hungry to experience his first real taste of Tribal life on a Sept for more than a month or so. Orion had said they might stay there years, years until his visions told him what they must do next.
And here, at the edge of the bawn of the Sept of the Forgotten Winter, here was to be that place. Here finally, after years of travelling the Umbral roads, the Deep Skies pack would pause for a time, and everything, Wilhelm was convinced, would change.
The banner of the Deep Skies pack crackled in the wind.
"I am Wilhelm, Falcon's Hidden Talon," he howled, "I am the herald of the great Orion Wyldblood, Cliath Squire of the Silver Fang Tribe and the Deep Skies pack, Ragabash and I seek entrance to these lands!"
He waited, and as the howls were returned, he realized that he couldn't stop smiling.
