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Saila · 03-03-2014, 03:34 PM

The frost that lingered thick off winters grip slumps in the suns sting
a meltdown can be felt now as the Spring's sprung into full swing
Bull Finches cling to skulls singing, with wings tucked in to dull wind
alarm calls mark the dark walls of the hills hung in the wolves glimpse

For in an ear-shots distance, the pack of 'Druid Peak' lie
all filled from kill & resting next to 'Jack' - the Druids lead guy
sleek black & huge with green eyes - his stature is imposing,
a human mans hand print wunt fill where tracks of his had frozen,
his sole presence commands respect.. he rules with an iron paw
defiance buys a swipe of claws where swoops remove entire jaws
it's why he's 'law' - despite he sired all the cubs he's fighting for
he knows in time outside his prime he might be pushed aside in war
for now this titans calling is adhered to, fear through order's kept
his tail & ears stand tall, erect!! their sloped approach is called respect,
some roll to expose chests, allowing attack,
though to pounce & react would be a cowardly act
so he'll cover above em, stood stiff to look sturdy n
boldly gush piss on submissive subservients
a bite would suffice, his tough grip is blood curdling
observant cubs sit & trust this is just learning em

See - Wolf hierarchy etiquette's integral to a stable pack
but early life showed early signs the 'devil' had enabled Jack
to play-up, instigating scraps & blatantly behaving bad
he aimed to scale the ranks but it was plain it was restraint he lacked
one day his fateful dad had made a pact and planned to oust his son
he'd wait & act without his mum around to shun what's now become
a must! - he must be pushed out into exile for survivals sake
he's at that vital age, it's time to brave the wild & find a mate
his instincts hitting heightened state's precisely why a battle's worthless
hence why Jack dispersed unhurt, misguided by his natural urges
now alone, he combs tracks as a nomad and lonely recluse
until suddenly... his focus is glued on the approaching Druids - this is his moment of truth!!

03-03-2014, 03:34 PM	#1
Saila Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2014 Posts: 179 Rep Power: 35	The Alpha Male The frost that lingered thick off winters grip slumps in the suns sting a meltdown can be felt now as the Spring's sprung into full swing Bull Finches cling to skulls singing, with wings tucked in to dull wind alarm calls mark the dark walls of the hills hung in the wolves glimpse For in an ear-shots distance, the pack of 'Druid Peak' lie all filled from kill & resting next to 'Jack' - the Druids lead guy sleek black & huge with green eyes - his stature is imposing, a human mans hand print wunt fill where tracks of his had frozen, his sole presence commands respect.. he rules with an iron paw defiance buys a swipe of claws where swoops remove entire jaws it's why he's 'law' - despite he sired all the cubs he's fighting for he knows in time outside his prime he might be pushed aside in war for now this titans calling is adhered to, fear through order's kept his tail & ears stand tall, erect!! their sloped approach is called respect, some roll to expose chests, allowing attack, though to pounce & react would be a cowardly act so he'll cover above em, stood stiff to look sturdy n boldly gush piss on submissive subservients a bite would suffice, his tough grip is blood curdling observant cubs sit & trust this is just learning em See - Wolf hierarchy etiquette's integral to a stable pack but early life showed early signs the 'devil' had enabled Jack to play-up, instigating scraps & blatantly behaving bad he aimed to scale the ranks but it was plain it was restraint he lacked one day his fateful dad had made a pact and planned to oust his son he'd wait & act without his mum around to shun what's now become a must! - he must be pushed out into exile for survivals sake he's at that vital age, it's time to brave the wild & find a mate his instincts hitting heightened state's precisely why a battle's worthless hence why Jack dispersed unhurt, misguided by his natural urges now alone, he combs tracks as a nomad and lonely recluse until suddenly... his focus is glued on the approaching Druids - this is his moment of truth!!