Missing Pieces [tagged]
Apr 9, 2019 20:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Vile Chaos on Apr 9, 2019 20:20:22 GMT -5
((Sorry this isn't the best of quality. And I hope it's okay to play this as if the pack is brand newly formed.))
Citrine;
Citrine wasn't stressed. It felt weird to him, not thinking about something to fret over. Ever since Taboo told him to focus on the future, but don't lose sight of the past, Citrine felt as calm as ever. He still held unbearable grudges against those who've done wrong, but he felt renewed. And, what better place to try out this new power than at the border of an acquaintance's pack? Citrine look down and poured all of his focus into Recalling the past. His power mark glowed crimson as he started to get the hang of his power. A vision slammed in front of him. Five wolves stood where he was. He couldn't pick out each from the soundless, colorless image in front of him, but he could still see the difference in sizes and postures. He didn't know the rest, but one stood out in the crowd. A large male.
Time fast-forwarded. A hare here and there. Wind picked up. It even started to rain a little. Citrine assumed that he could only see hours into the future, and this pack relatively new. By a couple of hours. Citrine began to fret. What if their so new, they won't accept me? He cursed at himself. Go with the flow.
He paused for a second, and starred off into the territory in front of him. Is it possible that this land could partially be his? He smiled at that thought. It was so hard for a grounded rock to go with the flow. Citrine threw his head back and let out a jarring howl, loud enough to startle a minnow nearby. He prayed to forget his past, and this was the perfect way to do it.
emorli
Citrine;
Citrine wasn't stressed. It felt weird to him, not thinking about something to fret over. Ever since Taboo told him to focus on the future, but don't lose sight of the past, Citrine felt as calm as ever. He still held unbearable grudges against those who've done wrong, but he felt renewed. And, what better place to try out this new power than at the border of an acquaintance's pack? Citrine look down and poured all of his focus into Recalling the past. His power mark glowed crimson as he started to get the hang of his power. A vision slammed in front of him. Five wolves stood where he was. He couldn't pick out each from the soundless, colorless image in front of him, but he could still see the difference in sizes and postures. He didn't know the rest, but one stood out in the crowd. A large male.
Time fast-forwarded. A hare here and there. Wind picked up. It even started to rain a little. Citrine assumed that he could only see hours into the future, and this pack relatively new. By a couple of hours. Citrine began to fret. What if their so new, they won't accept me? He cursed at himself. Go with the flow.
He paused for a second, and starred off into the territory in front of him. Is it possible that this land could partially be his? He smiled at that thought. It was so hard for a grounded rock to go with the flow. Citrine threw his head back and let out a jarring howl, loud enough to startle a minnow nearby. He prayed to forget his past, and this was the perfect way to do it.
emorli
