Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 28, 2007 21:14:00 GMT -5
Erksta, once again, stood behind the wheel. His black cloak flowed in the wind. A storm was brewing, and rain began to slowly fall down upon the ship. The young otter could feel the oak of the wheel as it got wet from the rain. It had been way too long. He had spent too much time away, and the Horde left to the point of extinction. But he carried on. Erksta now sailed with some of the finest horde beasts, and that was good enough for him. He could smell the fire burning on the shore as they left the coast. Hopefully, the otter would never re-live his latest experiences. Master Dirk Thornclaw, Commander Flameclaw, Commander Typhoon, and even Lieutenant Legolas Greenleaf had left the ranks of the Horde. They used to protect, help, and serve. But now, they were gone. Erksta rolled the tiller east, and got ready to set sail. He had to get used to being Tiller beast again, and being able to shout out orders. Chicory Rue was gone as well, so he had no badger at his side.
Erksta smiled as memories filled in him. Though memories of last few months were terrible, his older ones were great. Though the trouble of letting go the four greatest leaders he ever served under was agonizing, the memories of the old Horde put grins on his face. He had beaten Typhoon in the Tournament directly before his departure, and had fought alongside Rue and Dirk before their departure. However, before that, when Flameclaw left, it seemed as though the otter had just met him. But bygones were bygones. Live and let die. Erksta had many rough memories, but when he fought the great storms that rocked the ship greatly with Rue, that was life.
" 'Ey, yer lot! Relea'e the' sail' 'n' let 'er go! Get ta work, ye scoundrels!"
Erksta smiled again, the kid still had it. The otter heard rain quicken, and felt the rain drip on him. It began to thunder, and the rain really picked up. Perfect timing...
Erksta smiled as memories filled in him. Though memories of last few months were terrible, his older ones were great. Though the trouble of letting go the four greatest leaders he ever served under was agonizing, the memories of the old Horde put grins on his face. He had beaten Typhoon in the Tournament directly before his departure, and had fought alongside Rue and Dirk before their departure. However, before that, when Flameclaw left, it seemed as though the otter had just met him. But bygones were bygones. Live and let die. Erksta had many rough memories, but when he fought the great storms that rocked the ship greatly with Rue, that was life.
" 'Ey, yer lot! Relea'e the' sail' 'n' let 'er go! Get ta work, ye scoundrels!"
Erksta smiled again, the kid still had it. The otter heard rain quicken, and felt the rain drip on him. It began to thunder, and the rain really picked up. Perfect timing...