Reminscence of Those Departed She had learned about his departure via hearsay. She wasn't surprised, after all, they had touched vaguely about his disdain for tribe life. But nevertheless, the tom's absence was frustrating. He was probably the only one, aside from her competent mentor, who she valued. Sure, he was a little off, but he was good company. She'd often travel out, lingering near Light Tribe's border in hopes of running into him. And usually, she did. And they'd sit there, oftentimes sharing a meal and sharing philosophies. The brown tom was probably the closest thing she had to a "friend", though she would never openly refer to him as such. Perhaps in another reality, he'd be a father figure to her. After all, he was the one who had brought her into the tribes, along with his sister. The White-Air remembered him fondly, despite how his ramblings had first irritated her. It had been a warm, summer day. She could still hear the w
[Gwyn and Ian Ch: 1] In the Company of Wolves The dove ascended the final steps to the door leading to the rooftop. Things over at the BGC had morbidly slow today so he had been told not to hurry back in from his lunch break. With his new freedom he planned to take a small detour before selecting a place to eat. This should be promising. He had his eye on this hotel rooftop for quite some time. This high-rise should offer a great view of the city while not being too far for me to get a decent meal before heading back. Reaching the door he opened it and was bathed in the steady light of midday. The breeze played with his hair in a calming manner. Exactly as I thought, This building's in the perfect spot. Before him laid one of the most beautiful sections of Athena's Row. Nearly giddy with excitement he placed a head phone in his ear and his attention shifted to what music he would listen to today. Am I feeling more rocky or smooth today? He asked himself.