Late. On. The. Draw.

[ADMIN:Bulldozer]

If this was the Wild Wild West, he mused pensively, then our brains would be logged with lead.

{ Is it really so late? } He was not renowned for being such an optimist. News had been spread of this impending doom months ago. Hell yes it was late! Where and when were opaque details he couldn’t begin to fathom, all he could conceive was how fortunate they were that the opposition had delayed thus far. But how much would they delay? How much of a chance was left? The fear of loosing what little he had was too much to bear, a risk he was not willing to leave to the incapable hands of fate. It was then that he decided to take whatever charge he could.

In a resistance movement?
A brilliant military strategy?
We could only dream.

There was one truth that he was not capable of hiding, and that was that he had never fought a single battle in his long life. And this sheltered peace was tapping on his shoulder, fist clenched, ready to take him out, smiling sickly on the treacherous blow that murdered his soul so tenderly. Zadok was not a military leader, a brilliant strategist, a fierce warrior. He was a simple leader leading a simple life. This life was threatened, this much he accepted, by a superior force. And it was certainly not an existence that he would not surrender... He would rather die than accept this fate. Yet the truths he feared the most were the ones he found most evident.

Here, here, they decree has been posted:

It isn’t a matter of whether we will win or lose.
There is no debate concerning our fate.
It is only a matter of Where, When, and How...
How we will make our final stand.

So, worthy alphas of the Mountain, the Desert, and the Beach, will you join me in my cause?

Reservations Open;;
+ Zephyr and his capable lady, Spirit Dancer
+ The Renegade, Ray, and one associate of choice each
+ The one who holds my heart on a string (Velour)

[ADMIN:Bulldozer]

// The Light roleplay can continue here if you guys want. =D//