Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:27:27 GMT -5
Skyrim said:
She was in the realm of her goddess, and the little prophet known as Skyrim could not be happier. She pranced through the territory, looking for someone to enlighten. While the divine Captain had said that none may know of her true identity, it did not mean that Skyrim could not spread the word to treat her Captain as though she were divinity. So Skyrim had worked on altering her sermon to say to worship Rita without actually revealing that she was a goddess in mortal flesh. When her followers became trusted enough, she would see about revealing the truth to them, but for that to happen she needed followers.
So she decided to begin where the majority of the pack made their dens, hoping for the highest rate of activity. It was just after midday, and many of the members should have been out and about, but she figured it was best to start somewhere. So she trotted towards the area, her pyrite adornments glinting in the hazy sunlight. She whispered a few of her own scriptures under her breath, rehearsing for the audience she would enthrall into her Goddess's service.
Beckzilla said:
Fairah had been promoted.
She was now a Gunner. Which meant fighting, as far as she could gather. Well, she was content with that rank. It had been what she'd wanted, and now she had gained it (even if Rita had, perhaps, granted it grudgingly and only on a trial run). She was going to have to work extremely hard to stay in that position, however. Hard work had never phased the Blackblood cross though, and she was determined to prove herself to the Captain and to the other members of El Dorado. She wanted a reputation. She wanted to be known.
Her paws rose and fell gently on the water-logged ground, her steps making a satisfying squishing noise as she made circuits of the territory. There was more land to patrol now since the Almas Rotas land challenge. Fairah had accompanied Rita when she had called upon their alpha, which had won her some money. Perhaps it was that particular incident which spurred on her promotion up the ranks. Regardless, Rita had put some faith in her abilities. And so her thoughts today were on training, though perhaps less herself than of the others in her rank. There was another Gunner who she was currently trying to track down, a male named Nico. He had voiced that he had little fighting practice. And so Fairah thought she would train him up. She was also considering trying to recruit him into her posse. Because she wanted one of those too. She wanted followers, supporters.
Their superior? A tiger. Yes, a cat was the Master Gunner. Well, they'd need to wait and see how long the cat kept up her good work. If it turned out the tiger was worth respecting, well, there were other high ranks she could aim for. If not? Then Fairah would build up her little posse and maybe consider a rank challenge. But for now, she'd wait and watch the high rank positions.
One day, she'd hold one.
It was on this patrol that she found herself in the denning area, in a bit of a foul mood if she was honest. She had geared herself up for a spar and had been disappointed. The female was about to slip into her den and feast on a rabbit she'd caught earlier in the day when she became half-blinded by a dazzling light. Blinking furiously, her green eyes locked onto a creature which was adorned in trinkets and jewellery. Approaching the little wolf thing, she heard it talking to itself. Frowning, her ears tilting back a bit, she reached the vulpine and stopped before her, looking down (in fact, craning her head down to try and see it better).
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," she barked quietly... menacingly?
Perhaps.