| Subject: Upon further reflection... |
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Rue Warcraft
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Date Posted: 04:11:06 01/28/05 Fri
Upon further reflection the young otter realized he could vaguely recall having come to the hall before, some time long before when his family was still around, when his family was still alive.
Now it was different. He'd been on his own for just a few seasons, having finally went his way from his twin, Rynna. His older siblings, all five of them, had their own lives in places that spaned from one coast to the other, from north to south. Somewhere his mother was most likely still wandering, her eyes still haunted by the beasts of her past, the memories he'd never seen her with out.
He didn't know why he'd come here. He knew his mother would have chastised him for it, for going back to the places they'd abandoned, the lonely outposts of her younger seasons, but he'd never tell her. No, that would just bring back memories he knew she didn't need. Memories of her friends and those she loved, his father one of the harsher ones.
He'd watched his father fall in defense of the Holt that his Aunt had founded, watched his siblings fight and watched his mother's pain as she realized she'd lost another creature she held so dear. Now they had scattered to the four winds and somehow he'd landed back here: a place he'd come only as the smallest of babes.
He wasn't bad looking for an otter, nore was he good looking per se. He was shorter than any of his siblings save Lilly, who was of course a mouse and had been adopted. His fur was dark, almost black in colour, but he had his mothers golden eyes. He wore a faded, worn blue tunic with a leather belt. Over his shoulder he wore his father's bastard sword, something that none of his siblings had wanted to do. His paws and face showed only the tip of the ice berg in relavince to the scars he'd picked up in the fight's he'd been in durring his young life. Each and everyone of them had come in a whitish gold, something gravely different from his normal coloring.
With a sigh, Andrew "Rue" Warcraft settled himself against the wall, wondering if anyone remembered Dewpaw Swiftwater - Warcraft or her brood. It would stand to reason that they didn't, he figured.
Oh well, only time would tell.
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