For a while now, William stayed away from the Hookah. His day there when everything seemed to be thrown into mayhem, yet remain unexplained had him not wanting anything to do with the pack here in New Orleans. Such was not a new concept in his life, so it really didn't bum him out, however there were questions he had that went unanswered because of it.
As he sat in one of New Orleans many parks, he pondered the questions he had been planning on asking, though had not been able to. In his pondering he would once more drift into a meditative state. In such meditative state he would once more be greeted by the spirits of wolves. Some he did not recognize, but for the most part, the spirits of the wolves of the pack from Carlisle would be who greeted him. The spirits of the wolves he slaughtered due to what they did to the city of Carlisle and anyone who was not a wolf within it. Confusion to their haunting his mind was among the feelings stirred up because of it, while anger was the rest of what he felt, for even after killing them all, he was not rid of their torment.
Due to the events transpiring in his mind at that point, his medetation would stir up the natural energy around him and gather it within him, however the anger would disturb his concentration, releasing that energy back into the world around him, melding with the regenerated energy of the world, inspiring new growth in the grass, plants, and trees around him. Beneficially for him, no one was immediatly around him, so there would be, for a while, none to witness the growth of the grass and plants around his park bench.
Eventually, he'd open his eyes, and push those thoughts away, as well as the vision of the wolf spirits from his mind. He'd heave a heavy sigh, and look around at what had transpired around him, forcing another sigh to part his lips.
-- Edited by WILLIAM BENNETT on Wednesday 6th of July 2011 12:25:57 AM
"Nola...Its Silent. Think you can take a trip to Nawlins for a week or two?...Yea bring Dirty...I would love to hear how everyone is...Yea " The conversation could of went on forever with the latin wolf as she walked threw the city park near what would soon be the pack house once more. Silent would stop near the waters edge...Tri colored eyes watched the gators duck under the water. Slipping from her boots she would curl her toes in the mudd. THIS. This is why she loved the city. That even under all the sin. The insanity. This city was sitill the swamp she once was. "Ill call you later with the details and such." The wind had shifted. Carring the scent of Mutt with it. Abondoning her boots she moved threw mudd and moss till she was brought to stand in front of the male. He wasnt like any other wolf shed run across. "You were there when we returned"
While swamp was the majority of the land configuration in the city, immediatly around him the ground would be more solid. Less muddy, and more like a field out in the mountainous regions to the west. The trees were a little taller around him, and their foliage had flourished. He parted himself from this surge, and bottled in the energy left within him and opened his eyes in time to see the multi-colored wolf before him. His eyes focused on her for a moment, and wondered why the visions were back. Suddenly, he saw through the haze, to realize she was a wolf, in truth, but she was in human form. His eyes traveled along her form, and settled upon her eyes. He'd nod, lightly.
"Returned, left, and returned again." He said plainly, in a quieter tone. "I have no idea what happened that day, nor will I pry into personal matters."
He'd lean back on the bench once more, arms raised from their crossed position over his lap to rest upon the back of the bench in either direction. Left leg would lift up, and cross over his right knee as he rested back.
