by The Kingpin » Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:07 pm
Wraith chuckled. "Precisely" he growled. "Now. let's say the pebble represents our decisions, and the path in the ground the Code, and me, as the events that force the Clan, or pebble in this example, to make the decisions. Any enemy worthy of being called a threat, will use our beliefs, our Code, against us. Today, we were the pebble, and we followed the path perfectly. Who knows what the one that struck the pebble has in store for us next" growled Wraith as he looked towards Snowstar. the tom stood, walking towards the pebble, swinging a paw down on it, the pebble, mostly made of dried mud, was crushed to dust almost instantly. "It makes us predictable" he explained. "And there, lies the threat" he hissed finally as he turned back to his place, sitting...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG