I move through the mist with a familiar grace. I have not lived in this land long, but I have shaped to it well. I've surprised even myself with my talents as a wraith. My parents would have been proud, I think, I don't really remember them much at all any more. I'll continue thinking they'd be proud however, because that brings me joy.
I have just returned from bringing Kiara back home, the mission a fantastic success, and am meaning to wander the wilds of Helovia to clear my thoughts and strategize for my next plan of attack. This is when I notice the strange duo peering over the cliff face. I have a wild urge to run up and shove them over it, but a flick of my tail quells such dark thoughts. All the same I think them strangers - although I am by no means a social beast, our herd is small and I have studied its members well.
These two do not belong.
Although it's possible they are only good-intending new comers, the rash of raids upon our borders has left us all on guard. I know the protectors will likely be doing rounds on the borders in this very moment, but there are few of them and lots of ground to cover. If I leave these stallions to their own devices who know what I may return to.
Heaving a sigh I slop my tail to my side. In a matter of strokes a great black jaguar stands beside me, as lean and ominous as the true thing. Side by side we approach the duo, finally revealing myself.
I do not call out to them. I would like to; to raise my voice with a firm authority I do not poses and demand to know why they are here - benevolent or not I cannot be too cautious right now. Yet I don't. Rather, I can't.
Mute I can but stand and stare at them with eye of an intense jet, the prowling panther at my side hopefully warning enough that their presence is due an explanation.
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We will be young forever [Gryffindor,Open]
