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Joined: Jul 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 2 Location: A Pillowcase Karma: 0 |  | Rebirth ;--~_+ « Thread Started on Jul 25, 2008, 1:29pm » | |
Why was I here again? A whim perhaps, responsibility? Damn, if I’m going to be diving into these things I at least need a firm resolution. Nebo exhaled a miserably sigh and dunked his entire head into the stream at his feet, guzzling the water before surfacing again, refreshed and awake. This mental conflict of his had been going on for nearly a full moon cycle now and it had to come with an end. He had been watching the tension unfold around him, packs were just itching to start a fight and damn Nebo if he was just going to stand by and let it all happen. If there was going to be a war like every gust of the wind and every cawing bird announced then he desired to be in the middle of it.
But was that really smart? Nebo considered himself a skilled fighter, but these wolves fought and possessed radical, awesome powers to boot. Sure he’d be given a power upon joining, he’d learned this from the chattering birds (they love to gossip). However, Nebo has relied on his strength and stamina so long though, would he really even use his powers? Would he even know how to use them? It seemed impossible to think of him wielding something so unstable without catching a forest on fire or drowning his Alpha. Maybe he better not use this gift unless pushed to disparity.
On impulse, just a few hours ago, he had stopped himself from raising his voice at a more aggressive pack. Certainly it would be what he wanted; these packs are just waiting for an excuse. Something stopped him though. Fear? Rationality? Who knows? His own pride denied fear, The Mighty Nebo was not afraid! Maybe he just had a momentary stroke of justice, or he was simply too good for those lowlifes. Yes that was it. Certainly it wasn’t fear! So Nebo had decided not to jump right in and take on a pack that he knew could handle his self-proclaimed excellence. Here seemed much less hostile. Maybe if he was lucky he’d make a friend, or the alpha would be a pushover enough to give him a roaring good position.
Well, you are here, and you have done enough planning. It really isn’t your style there, Nebo. He mentally scolded himself and with a toothy grin and no second thought he threw his head to the clouds and howled his song, and as he did thought of his brother, who consistently mocked his howl for sounding like a female. But what did he know Mr. I-like-to-get-eaten-by-bears?
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