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Date Posted: 17:53:54 06/29/02 Sat Sarquint's eyes return fondly to the two playing pups as he speaks with WindChaser. Watching the pups, the thought of the DeathMakers grows darker on his mind. ~For now we'll wait. Build bonds between ourselves, grow stronger. The better we can work together and the more we know eachother, the better our chances our if the DeathMakers do attack. Which I have no doubt they will... eventually. There are two sincerios I think likely, knowing the mind of a Darkwolf. Either they will do nothing for quite some time as they toy with eachother and for power. It is unlikely they would come to a group consensus about anything before they had a definite leader, which can take some time to come by. Or one among them will use an attack as a try for power, to show the others that they are ready and able to lead.~ He pauses, shaking his head. He does not miss, at all, the life of a Darkwolf. ~Hopefully for us it will take some time. I was disappointed to see Dymlos there. We were friends, once, and he had come to the Light for a time. But perhaps there are more to come here, still. Another thing we'll have to wait for.~ He looks back to Windchaser with a jaunty grin and winks, "Besides, kid, I can take those scroungy DeathMakers." Sarquint follows WindChaser's eyes around the forest clearing. It was true, there were not many here. Frightfully few, actually, especially since the pups–in terms of battle–were more of a burden than an asset. Though a very well-worth one. And Sarquint's eyes, too, stop on the white wolf, and flash coldly. Unlike WindChaser, he reccognizes IceDeath immediately, and it's all he can do to keep his growl quiet and low. Of course, there's less reason for Sarquint to hate the white wolf anymore. Intially, it had simply been jealousy over SmallWonder. But that had certainly changed, though Sarquint still remembered returning to the Changer Clan, being chased out by the white wolf. Neither of them had been ideal fathers, true, but at least Sarquint had come back and tried, and made most mistakes as attempts to protect his family. Most. Perhaps Sarquint had been jealous, too, then, that Icedeath was still Windchaser's father; her real father... But, as Sarquint recalls what he had said to WindChaser only moments ago, he looks away, tempering his rekindled hatred. Past is past. There are too few here to turn any away. They must all learn to work and live together. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| Gee, typos much? ^^; (NT) | Sar | 19:04:38 06/29/02 Sat |