Post by Achak on Sept 10, 2024 15:43:02 GMT -5
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RUWAIN THISTLE
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The prince of Oakdale.
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The prince of Oakdale.
RUWAIN THISTLE
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The beginning of the Blood Eclipse period.
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The ocean waves crashed like the thunder above, a salty spray billowing monstrously down upon the prince of the Oakdale Clan. Ruwain's heart raced with the sensation of stress that dwelt within him. When that happened, the golden furred wolf made it a practice to get moving; he never stayed in one place while feeling under the weather. Going for walks around the clan's territory helped him stay grounded.
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What could he do now? The time of the Blood Eclipse was upon the world, and no male could escape its far reach grasp. There was nowhere to hide or to run, and if one did choose to try then they would be labeled a coward, a traitor, unfit to lead or to be a part of any clan. Ruwain had trained all his life to fight and to kill, but... he did not want to do it for the fun of it.
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Granted, the duels that would take place under the crimson moon would not be strictly for fun, but they would be unnecessary, at least in Ruwain's opinion. They were fights that did not need to happen. The hierarchy of all the clans was decided by bloodshed under that fateful moon, whenever it decided to rear its ugly head. It was as if the spiritual world caused these cosmic events to happen so that things could be shaken up like a pair of dice in his world.
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It was useful for ending tyranny, it granted wolves a one-on-one battle with the leader that may oppress them. That was good. Other times, it was just saddening; fathers would duel their sons, and one of them would die. The victor would take their place as Chieftain, or King, whatever their Clan's leader ranks went by.
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Ruwain, the troubled prince of Oakdale, sighed heavily as he strolled through the storm. The torrential downpour around him was not as boisterous as the one within him. Would he have to kill his father, the highly esteemed Chieftain Rani? He did not want to, but... if Ruwain did not kill, then he would surely die instead. The other wolves did not think like him. They would not hesitate to shed blood in the name of anything.
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'Father... why won't you see reason?' Ruwain thought in sorrowful frustration. 'Why can't any of you see reason?'
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This is my writing. "This is my talking!" 'This is my thinking.'
The beginning of the Blood Eclipse period.
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The ocean waves crashed like the thunder above, a salty spray billowing monstrously down upon the prince of the Oakdale Clan. Ruwain's heart raced with the sensation of stress that dwelt within him. When that happened, the golden furred wolf made it a practice to get moving; he never stayed in one place while feeling under the weather. Going for walks around the clan's territory helped him stay grounded.
[break][break]
What could he do now? The time of the Blood Eclipse was upon the world, and no male could escape its far reach grasp. There was nowhere to hide or to run, and if one did choose to try then they would be labeled a coward, a traitor, unfit to lead or to be a part of any clan. Ruwain had trained all his life to fight and to kill, but... he did not want to do it for the fun of it.
[break][break]
Granted, the duels that would take place under the crimson moon would not be strictly for fun, but they would be unnecessary, at least in Ruwain's opinion. They were fights that did not need to happen. The hierarchy of all the clans was decided by bloodshed under that fateful moon, whenever it decided to rear its ugly head. It was as if the spiritual world caused these cosmic events to happen so that things could be shaken up like a pair of dice in his world.
[break][break]
It was useful for ending tyranny, it granted wolves a one-on-one battle with the leader that may oppress them. That was good. Other times, it was just saddening; fathers would duel their sons, and one of them would die. The victor would take their place as Chieftain, or King, whatever their Clan's leader ranks went by.
[break][break]
Ruwain, the troubled prince of Oakdale, sighed heavily as he strolled through the storm. The torrential downpour around him was not as boisterous as the one within him. Would he have to kill his father, the highly esteemed Chieftain Rani? He did not want to, but... if Ruwain did not kill, then he would surely die instead. The other wolves did not think like him. They would not hesitate to shed blood in the name of anything.
[break][break]
'Father... why won't you see reason?' Ruwain thought in sorrowful frustration. 'Why can't any of you see reason?'
[break][break]
This is my writing. "This is my talking!" 'This is my thinking.'
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