Worries of a clan Leader|Clan Seere, Beastlands

[Toyoll]

Faolan was walking through the village. Children were playing as their mothers called them home. It was getting dark and Faolan was getting anxious. He sighed, he felt old. Never the less, he continued his nightly round, chatting with his people. He was deep in thought about the events that the future may hold...

[Kender Bard]

One of the nearby Beast types, a Racoon-affinity, approached Faolan hesitantly. After nodding his head respectively, he inquired, "Pack Leader, do you think that Lam agreed to help the Mind elemental that was here before?"

[Toyoll]

Faolan couldn't be certain about this, but he had to believe it, if only for the sake of his clan. He smiled warmly and looked down at the raccoon, "I'm certain, young one. Lam may be a bit...offish..but he will help the mind elemental. After all, we share a common enemy. Lam sees this, I'm sure."

[Kender Bard]

The raccoon-Beast idly fiddles with a rock in his hand. "My raccoon friend, Diego, said that Lam sent him away."

[Toyoll]

Foalan's frowned, his smile faltered, but he quickly recovered "Is that right? And what else did this friend of your's say?" His voice was unruffled and calm. The last thing he needed was rumors spreading around. They would fan the spark of worry. And what if they were true?...He cursed Lam in his mind, fool...

[Kender Bard]

"That the Mind Type was pretty mad about it," the younger Beast admitted.

[Toyoll]

"Well I should imagine so.",he said. The clan leader lifted his massive, paw-like hands and scratched behind his ears.

The sun was sinking into the horizon and the birds were returning to their nests for the evening and the nocturnal creatures were only beginning to wake in their dens. This was Faolan's favorite time of day, he could catch the tang scent of the first fires being lit. It would have been another perfect evening, if the village wasn't wrapped in a quiet tension, threatening to snap at any moment.

They tried to be happy, but the cheerfulness was an illusion, most of them were full aware of the situation, yet they still put on a brave face.

Faolan sighed and tried hard to find a smile for this young raccoon affinity. "I tell you what, if Lam really did turn the mind elemental away, I'll go over there and give him a good tongue-lashing." Faolan knew that his threats were not easily ignored in the Beastlands. He almost never interfered with the goings-on of the other clans, when he does, other beast elementals are sent scurrying in his wake.

[Kender Bard]

The racoon-type giggled at the prospect. "That'll be interesting to see!" With a twinkle of mischief in his eye, the boy scurried off.

[Toyoll]

Faolan watched him go with a weary sigh. He seemed to do that allot these days. I should learn how to make flowers with these sighs..he thought to himself, Then the beastlands would become a garden fit to rival Autus..The older wolf smiled at his musings, but was sadly brought back to Naruta, where there were urgent matters to address.

The great clan leader walked back towards his hut, thoughts of Lam filing his mind. Some sense needed to be knocked into that arrogant pig and he was going to make sure of it personally. No messengers this time, it would have to be....a surprise.

Faolan was startled at the ferocity of his thoughts. But then, he hasn't been this angry in a long time, not since he was trying to win over the vicious clans of Poldora and Beleg. "..Beleg...that's it!",Faolan exclaimed.

The beast type trotted back to his hut, grinning wolfishly. ((No pun intended.. )) He gathered his meager supplies and shoved them into a leather sac. Tying it around his waist he bolted out of the entrance.

Faolan walked quickly through the huts. It was very dark now and only a sliver of the sun could be seen on the horizon. Most clanners were already tucked safely into their beds and only the protectors of Seere were up and about. They had to stay on guard during the night as well as the day now. Faolan felt a pang of sympathy for them, but hurried on.

[Kender Bard]

One of the Beast types, her bloodline weak from a mixed pairing so her affinity wasn't obvious, caught sound of Faolan's departure. "Forces speed you, Clan Leader," she whispered.

[thewiccan]

"Lord Shadow, Lady Cascata, and Lord Faolan, I've already asked you once, but I'll ask you again, time is running out, the clears are advancing, will you join us in this war?"

((mind message, just 'think' your answer))

[Toyoll]

Faolan stopped dead in his tracks and whimpered uncomfortably. He didn't exactly take joy in hearing another mind within his own. He shook it off and answered, I am not sure yet, Mind type, but I have an idea. Meet me at clan Beleg and keep your wits about you. This clan is far more dangerous than Poldora. If you get there before me, tell Tarja, a lion affinity, that the Beast Leader is coming with...news.

The wolf ended his thoughts and ran to another hut nearby. He extracted a piece of parchment and a bit of charcoal from his sack and scrawled down instructions for the resident badger type. Beorg was Faolan's most trusted friend and he would leave her in charge while the clan leader was away. The beast elemental pinned the note on the door and turned tail towards the border of the village.

Once there, he fell forward on his forepaws and galloped into the night...

((Alrighty, I'll meet everyone in Beleg, ciao!))