AN: Yare Yare. Short Trash.
A Request of Kin
News never arrived late.
That's what the Elders used to say when she was younger, and Impatient-Arrogance-Stone-Dense. News never arrives late or early, only exactly when it means too. She used to groan and whine at that, complaining that it made no sense, and could they not speak in riddles all the time. They had simply laughed, and told her she that she would understand in time.
She had hated it when that happened, swearing that she would never understand. Now she missed those days, when things were simple.
Lonerunner ran at full speed, shoving her way through the crowded gate. A variety of surprised squawks and indignant yells followed behind her, and she heard one of the Tall-Winged-Lion-Birds-Guards shout for her to stop, to explain her actions. She simply ran on, moving on all fours and sped down the street towards her destination.
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The Gathering had gone well, she had been told. Birth rates were on the rise throughout the Packs, and they had expanded like never before throughout the land. Her Kin-Litter-Sibling-Sister was expecting her 3rd litter actually, and her brother had even become life-mated to a Bright-Stone-Pony of all things. The Packs had expanded their nests and tunnels and dens throughout the Empire-Tribe, joining mining teams and smithing. Some Kin has even become Knights-Wardens-Honored and become leaders of towns and villages. And as the Cycles went by, it seemed like less and less of the Kin were born or affected by Moon-Madness.
Things seemed on the rise for the Packs. And that was the problem.
There were too many Kin in one place.
New Alphas were made, and formed new packs. And those packs made new Nests and tunnels. With the Advancement of the Empire however, and the development of the Railroads and such wonders, the world had gotten smaller. Space was at a premium for the Kin, with many simply moving to the ever crowded cities and towns of the Crystal Empire and Griffonia. And yet even thus become a problem, with the land being quickly filled.
And so the Elders, gathered at the Meeting of Packs, had come to a decision, and had dispatched her with all haste, a signed and written request from the Whole council to the Imperial City. And deliver, in person, to the Alpha of Alphas and Leader of the Empire-Tribe.
To meet with the Emperor.
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Lonerunner skidded to a halt on the stairs leading to the palace, panting and heaving with the effort of her two day run. Doubled over, she saw the Emperor-Alpha-Tall-Winged-Bird-Lions-Guards rush down the steps to meet her, their blades unsheathed. No doubt the guard at the gates had flown ahead of her, warning of her approach. As she was surrounded, she sighed, rising to her full height, and stared at the Tall-Winged-Bird-Lion-Leader approached her, gazing slightly upwards to meet her eyes. She was only slightly taller than him, she realized, as the Captain began to speak.
"Who are you?" He asked, glaring at her from behind his full helm, his long blade in his Paws-Claws-Wing-Hands. "And why do you cause so much chaos in your hurry to get here? Speak!"
She sighed, and reaching into the satchel at her side, pulled out the rumbled and warped scroll She held it out towards the Captain, and between her panting breaths, gave her message.
AN:
@Questor, the ball is in your court. Pop it.
I'm still not happy with this. Agh.