Post by [C]olor on Aug 8, 2006 20:46:22 GMT -5
Pipel Bunav stepped quietly and swiftly by nature. He was in no rush to gather the willing. Low pants were in rhythmic beat along with his beautiful feet. They were well padded, almost like a cat's. He took the pleasing moment to look over his both simple and complicated plan. So I gather a wild pack, a wandering pack almost. Then I take them in their alliance and give them a home. Me being the alpha. He ran proudly and sure of himself as he thought of his dream. He had never been alpha before in his long life. Six years of distorted family life littered the empty pages of his book. He had left them though, or at least they had left him. He did not care, they were to leave one day. It had already been two years anyway. He forgot his simple plan for a moment, grieving over his loved. They had left for Lunas two years ago. He had gone after them, and still no word of any. The world was huge and Bunav cursed it's wretched length. Pads slowed down as he finally reached his stopping place. Bunav had given up on them and had been wandering these lands for a long time now. The best place Bunav could think of was right here in the middle of the valley. The cliff was a ways away behind him. Not too far. A loud yearning call was given to the wandering wolves that had no home. He was going to give them one soon enough. A home with a dear pipel. Bunav's head lowered from it's strenuous poise. Pipel meant servant. Much too many times a pipel was disobedient and not to be trusted, but this time it's true. Pipel Bunav was going to try to enter the heart of another.