11-30-2018, 09:39 PM
He’d frown at the news of his demotion, but it wasn’t something completely unexpected. Yes, he had been a little away from it all, and that was mainly because he had been split up from the rest of Sunhaven during the whole flooding crisis. However, he had been reunited with the bunch, and was ready to become more involved.
Marina’s sudden disappearance greatly saddened the mustelid. Of course, she had been a key role in the now-dwindling conflict between the Ascendants and the clan which she ruled, but behind that was a brilliant woman guided by a devoted heart. It was quite the shame that he never got the chance to really interact with the hellhound, and it now seemed that he never would get the pleasure of conversing with her. Wherever she vanished to, he hoped she was okay. It would be a definite shame if something horrible became of her.
Parts of the territory which needed fixing up, news on inter-clan relations his mind glossed over it all. Instead, it fixated on the paths in which he could pursue next. In a way, his demotion was not a curse, but a blessing; it brought him down from that assertive stance which he oh-so-irked. Now, he could pursue a path in which he could truly aid others, maybe in becoming a medic. That is, if his motivation allowed so. He had been rather quiet recently, and getting involved became more and more of a challenge with each rising sun.
Maybe he needed a break, perhaps a vacation was required. He did not know. All he knew was that Marina was out of the picture, Bucky was in charge, the world was changing, and he was uncomfortable.
"You’ll do good, Bucky!", he’d cry at the fluffy feline’s ceasing remarks.
Marina’s sudden disappearance greatly saddened the mustelid. Of course, she had been a key role in the now-dwindling conflict between the Ascendants and the clan which she ruled, but behind that was a brilliant woman guided by a devoted heart. It was quite the shame that he never got the chance to really interact with the hellhound, and it now seemed that he never would get the pleasure of conversing with her. Wherever she vanished to, he hoped she was okay. It would be a definite shame if something horrible became of her.
Parts of the territory which needed fixing up, news on inter-clan relations his mind glossed over it all. Instead, it fixated on the paths in which he could pursue next. In a way, his demotion was not a curse, but a blessing; it brought him down from that assertive stance which he oh-so-irked. Now, he could pursue a path in which he could truly aid others, maybe in becoming a medic. That is, if his motivation allowed so. He had been rather quiet recently, and getting involved became more and more of a challenge with each rising sun.
Maybe he needed a break, perhaps a vacation was required. He did not know. All he knew was that Marina was out of the picture, Bucky was in charge, the world was changing, and he was uncomfortable.
"You’ll do good, Bucky!", he’d cry at the fluffy feline’s ceasing remarks.