I'm probably going to spell everyone's names wrong
Siyah, irksome fortune teller of no Use or comprehensionSelf View:
The Siyah'Gosh knows truly what is in his Den and Heart, and is yet, perchance, forever that. Great enough for wisdom, and in that; a paradox. How can a tree grow when the axeman takes the greatest amongst its kin? A gilded cage is still a cage, and even the lightest of chains burn harsher than any fire.
Instead, I shall keep my eyes to The Star, and through providence, the leopard may well change his spots.
Spoiler: Vanara Ashveil show Angry Wolf, biting at heels. Great Ukraga, the largest earth-spirit in Mulgore has a density that is unmatched by this one's head.
MArtyr Wolf, bound by Compassion. A noble totem, yet the wilds wonder whether his sacrifices are for the worthy.
Queen Cat, courted by many. Too lukewarm for guile and wisdom, she should spark her fires once again.
Great Lynx, failing and falling. A time for the younger to take his place, perhaps?
Spoiler: Kozgugore show His arm brings pain, avoid his gaze.
Maneless Lion, a hollow roar; much like all the others. Yet in get he should not be, for he swore otherwise. We wonder why the spirits have such mercy.
The Three-eyed Archivist, who in wisdom, spoke to the right being.
Skull-bearing wolf, or perhaps a hyena? A fine huntress and a patient speaker, though; I dislike Hyenas, so...
Spoiler: Shasroshan show Ironmonger, running away. See how clearly her anger goes where her heart is, see how easily her foresight does not. Just like a cat.
Spoiler: Threknal. Or Threkna. Stop having so many similar names, you lot! Trakmar's alt thing. show No one has failed to understand a lesson of Guile more than you. How we laughed, and even now, the Fox is still shaking in fright.
Ssssserpent. One that should watch that comes from his forked tongued, less it be all he tastes.
Does the Metal's song still seem as sweet to you now?
Your book is not an adequete replacement for your lack of personality
The Hound, barking at trees and running headlong as commanded. A shame you did not listen to my counsel longer, yours was a dark fate but not one that meant the end.
A devil in the dark is watching you, felmarked one; and flee as you must he still sees the sins crawling down your scalp. You think me of a friend now too, how odd! All it took is for me to kill you and to speak in meaningless verse for an evening.
There are of course, more of note, met throughout my years'-time:
So why not list in amatuer verse, in broken pace and rhyme.
So I say, no in true order or sense of beat;
Everyone I named in winter orthe summer's heat:
The Blind Wolf, beginning to learn.
The Den Mother, continuing to yearn
The Den father, hands still dirty.
The Scarecrow, ever so shirty.
Spoiler: Groshnokk show The Rabid Wolf, with no reason to care.
Spoiler: Nosh'marak' show A Maddened Wolf, Try it - I dare.
The Sundered Wolf, missing an arm.
The innocent, fated to farm
Spoiler: Painted Skulls Trolls show The Magpies, beaks-a-twitter
Spoiler: Our Forsaken Hosts show The dead, tasting so bitter
But this truly means little, and yes there's more,
For in truth, my heart needs stricter lore,
Of the names of those I see now as kin,
Sticking with me, in goodness and sin,
First a guide, so black and greedy,
Yet with patience and sacrifice - shelters the needy,
Second a sage, blessed with guile
Third a brother, for making me smile
Yet above all of these, in heaven and earth,
The One that gives the truest worth,
Who came to me, singing so sweetly,
Who stole my heart ever so neatly,
What manner of beast could ever it be?
To soothe a creature as dread as me?
Just a single thing, small an fey,
I'll state her form once, so listen and pray,
One small thing, truth in flat.
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My friend;
And That... is That.