Wolf Skyhorse (wolf_leader) wrote in devils_tower, @ 2009-06-03 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | gemini, libby, saint, wolf |
Week Fourteen -- Sunday
Who: Wolf, Libby (Saint and Gemini want to join a little bit in??)
Where: The white house
When: Sunday late afternoon
Why: Libby returns... with a Lion!
The last six weeks had been unimaginably worse than the first conflict between the Wolves and the Lions three years earlier. Many more people had died and the Wolves had ended up trapped at the farm for weeks. Once Wolf had gotten over the initial shame of having lost the city, and smoothed over the problems between Grey and himself, everything had become all about mere survival: survival of the tribe. He'd tried leaving several times to go after Libby on his own but each time he'd been held back by others that told him he had to stay and lead the tribe.
They had been right, losing either one of the two leaders would have been a crippling blow to the tribes. The first rescue group had only been able to get to the northern border of the city before they were discovered and killed. As the weeks passed and things grew worse, the Wolves couldn't afford to risk sending anyone else on such a long and dangerous journey. When it came down to the end they could only sit at the farm and wait it out, hoping that the Lions and their army would retreat in hunger.
Something had made the Lions retreat, but Wolf wasn't quite sure what had happened. Wolf spies had returned to the farm with the news that the city had been deserted and that someone was occupying the Mountain Lion Lodge, but that it wasn't the Lions. After a long deliberation the Wolves finally decided to return to the city with a small group to clean things up and see if they could figure things out. It seemed almost too good to be true that they could take the city back so easily. Wolf knew that the drifters that the Lions had recruited had long since become unimpressed and had mostly deserted, but everything seemed sudden, and oddly quiet.
Wolf's team stayed Friday and Saturday night in town, keeping a low profile, and when Sunday came they brought more of the city members back into the town to start picking things up. The town wasn't in too bad of shape, but mostly everything had been looted, especially if it was something edible. When Wolf and his group finally made it to the apartments and the white house it was clear that the Mountain Lions' army had made their home there. Things were filthy, but still functional and mostly in one peice.
On Saturday Wolf had made a promise to himself that if things stayed quiet in town that he would go to find Libby on Sunday evening. He didn't care what the others had to say, he had to know if she was all right. He couldn't bare not knowing what had happened to her- and he feared the worst.
Wolf had spent the morning helping the others in the apartments, but by the time that the afternoon had rolled around, he'd worked up enough courage to go next door to the white house. The front door was still in one piece but it was unlocked and the inside had been trashed. He stepped in, leaving the door behind him. He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked around. It hurt, and it made him angry to see everything that he and Libby had worked for be treated in such a way. The white house had truly become his home in the last three years, and for it to be walked all over... He sat down on the living room floor with his back to the font door as the weight of all that had happend in the last six weeks hit him. He sighed and clenched a fist in his lap as he took one look around the room and then closed his eyes. He was exhausted, but he knew now that he had to get Libby and bring her back, not matter what the cost. He had waited long enough.
He looked down at the rubbish on the floor around him and daw a crisp white corner peaking out from under some old clothes. He slid the polaroid out from under the clothes and held it up to look at it. It was a picture of Libby, himself and a few other tribe members. Nova had taken it a long time ago when she'd found a polaroid camera with some film and battery life left in it. There was a muddy boot print across the front of it. He cleaned off the dried mud dust with the bottom of his shirt and studied the picture. Most of the people in the picture had died in the last six weeks, and Libby.. he didn't know where she was...