Post by Loki on Nov 30, 2011 9:30:25 GMT -5
Loki was doing the best he could to relax and take time for himself as Paxx had suggested. The problem with that was that the chief was a bit stubborn and had a one track mind. The situation of ruling the tribe mingled with the silence from the other groups was always in the back of his mind. Plus his idea of fun and relaxing was admittedly a bit skewed. He found enjoyment in the screams of those he deemed inferior (which was pretty much most living creatures except for felines and even a few of them). He was able to relax when he was plotting the downfall of the equines and total domination over the canines. The idea of paw painting his castle walls with blood from a foe as he was slowly dying was almost mind blowing in the way it made him feel. All of this made him feel alive and gave him purpose. Of course it was also something that haunted him constantly and gave him a migraine but you have to take the bad with the good. Then an idea had struck him recently and so he had set off to do some investigating and scheming alone. The chief had thought about asking his new found friend Renn to come along but figured it best if she rest after the assault with the bear.
So now he was in the deadlands to see if what he could find. He wondered what had taken the area and made it as it was and it could it be used against his foes. After all the rest of his territory was quite wet and damp so what had caused an opposite reaction here? Also were there creatures here he could capture and use them against his enemies, maybe a new sort of poison he could cultivate, or some other deadly weapon. As he padded along he stopped to dig here and there though he wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for. When he was younger he had heard stories of marvelous weapons that had been created by ancient felines, weapons that would could aid his tribe greatly, that had been lost or stolen. Perhaps if he could find traces or hints to validate such stories then he could have the upper paw.
So now he was in the deadlands to see if what he could find. He wondered what had taken the area and made it as it was and it could it be used against his foes. After all the rest of his territory was quite wet and damp so what had caused an opposite reaction here? Also were there creatures here he could capture and use them against his enemies, maybe a new sort of poison he could cultivate, or some other deadly weapon. As he padded along he stopped to dig here and there though he wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for. When he was younger he had heard stories of marvelous weapons that had been created by ancient felines, weapons that would could aid his tribe greatly, that had been lost or stolen. Perhaps if he could find traces or hints to validate such stories then he could have the upper paw.
