Post by Fenrir on Nov 28, 2010 16:39:56 GMT -5
It had been the passage of one moon since Fenris Fenrir saw his grave vision and yet in that period of time Orca had not sought him out as the older wolf had instructed. This was not some game, as Orca was fond of such things, but his training could hinge upon the very survival of the pack. With that in mind, Fenris Fenrir stirred once more from the center of the Woods and sought out his errant pupil. Lumbering through the underbrush, the large lycan ignored all other aspects of his environment: confident that as long as he dwelt in this place there was no threat on his life.
Yet the vision revealed that a dangerous threat was rising, so how much longer could he enjoy the safety of his Woods? Alone Fenrir was no match for the entirity of Firefox University or the Black Forest Church, and after a long, bloody struggle could be taken. Then who would preserve this last bastion of Nature and keep prying hands from taking what they desired? The rest of his pack could do every little to help him, as they had never been through the trials that Fenrir endured early in his days as a lycan, but that was were Orca came in. The dream had chosen Orca and Fenris didn't understand it all that well then, but now it made more sense to him.
Out of all the lycans here, Orca was older than Fenris and generally would be the stronger of the two. Fenris had only a virulent form of lycanothorpy and his harsh early years to separate him in strength from Orca, and Orca enjoyed more of the simpler things in life: he never focused on honing his skills, or so Fenrir believed. Thus Fenrir sought to train this one, for if something were to happen to Fenris, then he could rest safely knowing that Orca could still stand firm in the face of peril. But where was that cheeky, white wolf now?
Pausing in his search, the silver-grey wolf, sat down on its hunches and howled his query to the starry confines of the sky. So loud and piercing was his cry that it penetrated the dense cluster of trees that comprised of the Woods and even those outside of his domains could hear his forlorn call. After he had finished Fenrir sent out a single mental query, to see how close Orca really was.
'Your Alpha calls you Orca: your training begins now.'
Yet the vision revealed that a dangerous threat was rising, so how much longer could he enjoy the safety of his Woods? Alone Fenrir was no match for the entirity of Firefox University or the Black Forest Church, and after a long, bloody struggle could be taken. Then who would preserve this last bastion of Nature and keep prying hands from taking what they desired? The rest of his pack could do every little to help him, as they had never been through the trials that Fenrir endured early in his days as a lycan, but that was were Orca came in. The dream had chosen Orca and Fenris didn't understand it all that well then, but now it made more sense to him.
Out of all the lycans here, Orca was older than Fenris and generally would be the stronger of the two. Fenris had only a virulent form of lycanothorpy and his harsh early years to separate him in strength from Orca, and Orca enjoyed more of the simpler things in life: he never focused on honing his skills, or so Fenrir believed. Thus Fenrir sought to train this one, for if something were to happen to Fenris, then he could rest safely knowing that Orca could still stand firm in the face of peril. But where was that cheeky, white wolf now?
Pausing in his search, the silver-grey wolf, sat down on its hunches and howled his query to the starry confines of the sky. So loud and piercing was his cry that it penetrated the dense cluster of trees that comprised of the Woods and even those outside of his domains could hear his forlorn call. After he had finished Fenrir sent out a single mental query, to see how close Orca really was.
'Your Alpha calls you Orca: your training begins now.'