October 25, 2020, 02:14 PM
(This post was last modified: October 25, 2020, 02:29 PM by RIP Umbra.)
Umbra was diligant. When she wanted something, she would get it. It was proven with her relentless aim toward Dragoncrest Cliff, however, she now realized that goal would be quite a while to gain. Though now with Ironclan, the numbers were appropriate where one day, she could perhaps gain revenge. 'Revenge' was a stretching, for all she wanted as the cliff. If cyclops was perished along the way, it would be but a plus.
For now, the kraken swam within the ranks if Ironclan. She was dutiful, marking the borders, greeting any strangers and warning off others. Her loyalty was not to be taken for granted, she wouldn't simply leave even if her cliff was vacant- for her pledge was toward the clan. It will always be there, waiting for her, and a plans to unfold.
Especially now, she had gained the name she had always wanted- Sealord.
For now, did the seafang push it in the back of her mind. The regret and bitterness was to be held for another day.
Today, was but to patrol.
For now, the kraken swam within the ranks if Ironclan. She was dutiful, marking the borders, greeting any strangers and warning off others. Her loyalty was not to be taken for granted, she wouldn't simply leave even if her cliff was vacant- for her pledge was toward the clan. It will always be there, waiting for her, and a plans to unfold.
Especially now, she had gained the name she had always wanted- Sealord.
For now, did the seafang push it in the back of her mind. The regret and bitterness was to be held for another day.
Today, was but to patrol.
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Where the ocean meets the sky - by RIP Umbra - October 25, 2020, 02:14 PM