Post by Kiva on Nov 20, 2015 12:45:42 GMT -5
Fall was almost over and it was beyond easy to tell. No longer were the leaves a plethora of various colors but were instead a rough crisp brown, turning to dust when stepped on. The weather was becoming colder and colder and prey was becoming more and more sparse. However, the silver feme was far from sad to see the changing seasons. No, she was happy and proud, ready to rejoice when winter finally came. It would be the birth of not only a new season but a new start in life. It would mark the start of Othala, her new pack, and the death of her life as a depressed Kairos member. It would mark the beginning of a new chance to make her brother proud and she would not fail. More specifically, she couldn’t wait for Yule. It would be the first ceremony she would participate in since the loss of her old pack and she lead her new pack into it with pride and joy.
She was on her way to make the call that would be the start of Othala and that would lay claim over all of the Oriens. It would be a warning for any loners in the area to make their way out or be seen as trespassers. She wanted this call to be heard by all but, she was also still worried about Kairos finding them so instead of calling from the top of the mountains where she would have liked to, she made her way to the beach. It would let her call be heard by all in her territory but the mountains would offer a sound barrier so that her call would not go past them. As she made her way out of the forest her paws dug into the soft golden sand and her eyes scanned the beach both ways to ensure that she was in fact alone.
Once she was satisfied, she made her way half way between the edge of the forest and the chilled ocean. For a second she was quiet as she prayed to her brother for support and guidance but then she raised her muzzle to the heavens above, her eyes closing. From her parted maw came a glorious call, one of many emotions but of only one firm meaning. Joy was the strongest emotion that could be heard as she was happy to be away from Kairos and elated to finally be back as an alpha with another pack to lead. Faint traces could be heard as she longed to be running this pack with her brother as she had with Tala and sharing it with all of her children. A tone of seriousness also ran through it as she was not about to take this pack lightly. It would be a glorious amazing pack that would make her brother proud and she would be at the heart of it. The meaning of her call was simple and straightforward, the Oriens was claimed, Othala had begun, and she was the Aesir.
She was on her way to make the call that would be the start of Othala and that would lay claim over all of the Oriens. It would be a warning for any loners in the area to make their way out or be seen as trespassers. She wanted this call to be heard by all but, she was also still worried about Kairos finding them so instead of calling from the top of the mountains where she would have liked to, she made her way to the beach. It would let her call be heard by all in her territory but the mountains would offer a sound barrier so that her call would not go past them. As she made her way out of the forest her paws dug into the soft golden sand and her eyes scanned the beach both ways to ensure that she was in fact alone.
Once she was satisfied, she made her way half way between the edge of the forest and the chilled ocean. For a second she was quiet as she prayed to her brother for support and guidance but then she raised her muzzle to the heavens above, her eyes closing. From her parted maw came a glorious call, one of many emotions but of only one firm meaning. Joy was the strongest emotion that could be heard as she was happy to be away from Kairos and elated to finally be back as an alpha with another pack to lead. Faint traces could be heard as she longed to be running this pack with her brother as she had with Tala and sharing it with all of her children. A tone of seriousness also ran through it as she was not about to take this pack lightly. It would be a glorious amazing pack that would make her brother proud and she would be at the heart of it. The meaning of her call was simple and straightforward, the Oriens was claimed, Othala had begun, and she was the Aesir.
