[ P ] Walking With a Ghost

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oday, he was carefully groomed and held himself with dignity befitting a foot solder in His Royal Highness. It was an honor to be standing here today, after all, in a place that had seen untold violence for the sake of the Crown. This was a location that could make or break wolf, could teach them the skills that would be the difference between life and death, soon. No one could exist here and not feel the significance of what was to come, should they be unprepared.


Though Cian would not admit it, he was feeling rather intimidated as he explored the barracks and all that they entailed: sand pits, fox burrows transformed into places to learn. His first twelve months had been dedicated to preparing to be in this very space, for this very purpose. So why was his heart racing as he looked around, or his deep topaz eyes so leery?


And the smells… the barracks were simply swimming in the scents of soldiers innumerable, all that had come by, the blood they had spillede and the anguish they had survived to become better. Stronger. More able to serve the cause of their king. An unconscious sigh parted his lips as the russet boy lingered lonesome in this new place. Home.


@Sethos

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