12-04-2020, 12:11 AM
Sweeney had never been fans of the meetings that happened once a month in the middle of the uncharted territories. She had found them useless, and they gave away too much information to the other groups that were there. Just by looking at someone you could tell if they had been eating well, by talking you could tell if they were in their right mind, and by watching those who followed from the same group chatter away, you could tell if they followed their leader, or simply wished they would die already. She didn't like to give that information away to anyone. So why am I here? Her mind struggled with the thoughts of chaos, of revenge. The words spoken to her only the day prior echoing in her mind. Achieve what your father didn't.
It hadn't taken her long to figure out what that had meant, and it had taken even less time for the kitsune to begin to follow the white lion. Eyes narrowed, the vixen would look over the meeting that was happening from above, watching things unfold for a moment, watching as everyone fought. For now, she would fly and watch, waiting for the forces to pull her down to do something.
It hadn't taken her long to figure out what that had meant, and it had taken even less time for the kitsune to begin to follow the white lion. Eyes narrowed, the vixen would look over the meeting that was happening from above, watching things unfold for a moment, watching as everyone fought. For now, she would fly and watch, waiting for the forces to pull her down to do something.
THERE ARE RULES AND THERE ARE STRICTURES