:.A Lonely Curiosity.:

[Falstaf]

~The moon hung low in the star-strewn sky. Night is here.
The grass sways in the light breeze. Night is here.
The trees like midnight demons, jutting up from the darkened earth. Night is here.
The soft call of the owl echoes through the trees. Night is here.
Dark unsolved unknowns lurk, creatures of the night come. For night is here.....~

A silver hued fae padded quielty, yet swiftly through the ebon forest. She was not weary, nor tired. Her eyes had a gleam, that of the midnight hunter. The hunter that can see through dark and gives no mercy. The varg.
Her tracks were quite plain. The typical wolf print, her claws causing the low topsoil to drag over and smear any distinct lines. Her tin orbs scanned the landscape with confidence. her head held high she progressed through the brush.

Falstaf gazed upwards and spotted the many wolf constellations. That of Tor and Fenris, and Wolfbane too. The rest lost, unnamed. Lonely. Yet, they were the ones she recognized the most. The small bright ones with no specific past, or no history. The small pinpricks of hope that held integrity and power over our world. She sighed with satifaction at their great mystery. Yet, the pawprints lay in the dust behind her and she padded further on.
She broke into a dash, enjoying the sheer magnifcent...rush of it all. The night air blowing of her face. She closed her eyes and used her other scents to guide her. The trees shot by and she smelt each damp branch ahead. She could hear the russling of the grasses under paw. She could feel the hard earth beneath her running claws. She could taste the fesh air on her tongue. All but sight.

She opened her eyes slowly and dashed around a lone tree. She was now on a plain. Weeds shot up before her, but her paws ate away at the ground as she ran further. She stopped abrubtly as a sudden dark shape loomed ahead. The great weathered stairs and creeping vines climbing up its walls. The great turrets and wooden door solemn and still. Yet, the stairs led up to it, carved into the rock face it sat upon. She was overcome with curiosity at the wonder and darkness of it all.

She hung her head low and slunk nearer to it. The great stones it was composed of were huge and even more magnificent the closer she got.
Falstaf was about to place her paw on the first step until her acute hearing sensed it. Another was close.

[Zeke]

Zeke looked up the fae he had been following had entered the castle of the great Wolfbane he growled to himself and followed her inside when he got in he saw her no where in sight but her foot prints were there he followed them intil he found her she was dead in her tracks he snarled and walked swiftly over too her he was swiftly but silent his paws bearly made a nose while he was walking.

Hello miss the names Zeke who are you I hope your not an enemy for if you are and you mean harm I might have too attack you I hope not though you seem nice I've been watching you since you first came here. I was looking for new people to meet and I saw you how lucky for me right?

Zeke grinned he did not belive she was evil or mean he wa just making sure. Zeke was still a young adult so he must be careful with who he met and what he said to them.

[Falstaf]

Falstaf lowered her maw as the scent of another varg was clear to her. She turned around, taking her paw off the step of the great castle and facing the oppostie way. The castle to her silver hued back.

Suddenly, a varg approached out of the darkness. She saw him through gleaming twin orbs. Neither friendly or angry. A simple plain look with a hint of power and confidence.

She matched his stroll with her own, paced around the area she was in, and then stood facing the newcomer.
"I am Falstaf. I mean no harm, but, I warn you, when it comes to a battle you might find me stronger than I look. A simple fae I may seem, but I am much more." Her voice chided like a soft bell ringing, her tones light, but wise as well.

She, of course, meant no harm. But you never knew with a young varg, old or young, they were all unpredictable. For her past told too much. So many events for her lifetime, for she aged and gained. Experience and expertise. Cunning and skill. A lonely curiosity.

She stepped closer to Zeke, now that they had met. "You know of this castle, right? That it is said Wolfbane and the spirits haunt it?"

[Zeke]

Zeke grinned when she said the samll info about Wolfbane. He bobbed his head up and down and spoke.

I know thats why I enjoy too be here I saw you as I was making my way here it seemes like fun to explore his castle and all.

Zeke grinned an dlooked at Falstaf he wagged his tail and then turned his gaze over to the staircases she was looking at just a few minutes ago before he had talkied to her.

[Falstaf]

Falstaf shifted her paws, eager to explore. The rough grasses underpaw were trampled from her movement and a slumbering grasshopper flung itself out of the way. Paying no heed to it, she felt her eyes search the sky again. A dark shape fluttered past her veiw and she could see its rapid outline clearly. A bat. She took a step back. A night flier, that was all. She turned back to Zeke.

"Why not explore the castle if we mean each other no harm? It seems like this shall be an adventure ot me."
The fae smiled as best as the varg can, her eyes shining and her muscles ready to move.

The great castle was only pawsteps away, for she knew not of what was inside. Great mysteries. For the castle had been used by humans once, she had heard. Man was always interesting. Dangerous yet fasinating. But she knew she always had to be careful. That was why she was still here.
Falstaf's gaze drifted from Zeke and she felt herself stand up and pad closer to the great stone fortress. She flicked her tail as the thoughts of what might be there. For she knew she wouldn't be disappointed.

[Zeke]

Zeke grinned and stood up and started to walk toward the towering castle before him he could see that many vargs had been here before hopefully they had all left after they were done exploring.

Why do you think I'm here if its not to explor the great castle of the evil Wolfbane? I'm ready to go lets hurry i'm ready I always wanted to go to his catsle and explor but their was none who were brave enough to come with me.

Zeke grinned at Falstaf and edged closer to the castle he looked at it grinning he was un afraid as he know nothing of the dangers that might be inside Wolfbanes castle.

[Falstaf]

Falstaf grinned as well. Her eyes seemed to gleam even more in the dim light of the night. The full moon shone down above the scene. A haunting melody for any normal creature, but not Falstaf. For she had faced much more than a castle.
The castle....the great ancient stone figure rose out of the ground, looming over her. The dark green ivy creeping up the cold walls. The broken hinge on the entrance door caused it to swing with a loud creaking sound.

She leaned close, to Zeke, her muzzle lowered, "Let the danger begin." She smiled maliously with a fanged grin. The chemicals in her blood caused her heart to pound, ready for adventure.
She padded swiftly up the chiseled stairs, taking each cold, hard surface one at a time. She arrived at the top, the broken door kept swinging, on a strange angle from the mount. She peered in slowly, poking her head in and yelped. She ran back, shaking her head frantically. A nest of spiders had gotten caught in her fur, the sticky cobwebs over her eyes and the small spiders shuffling away. She brought her paw up to her face and scratched it off.
Embarrassed, she broke out laughing, the melodious sound rang out. The grin splitting her gray face. She soon became silent and set off again, padding into the castle. The great entrance room was high and filled with dark, solid objects. Moonlight filtered in the ajar door and the dust was visible in the light. Stairs were at the end of the room, spiraling up and up. A great fireplace lay at the opposite side of the room: where roaring fires used to be, warming everything. But it was late spring, and fire wasn't needed.

She poked her head back out the door. "Are you coming?" she asked Zeke calmly.

[Zeke]

Zeke grinned yet again as Falstaf went inside and got caught in the spider web but when she was done he followed her in warily. He was not at all scared but very couris at why a wolf would want too live in a human place. But that did not concern him he followed Falstaf up the steps like an obedient dog would on stopping once on his way up to shake his head of all scared feelings.

Yeah I’m coming don’t worry I would not miss this for the word.


Zeke peaked his head inside just as Falstaf had did a few minutes before when he saw their was no more spider webs he went in and sat down waiting for Falstaf to lead. While he waited he looked at all the wonderful sites before him he was in Wolfbanes castle and danger was everywhere.

[Sedregantis]

Sedregantis an unsuspecting Varg who had happened to be visiting the place at the time just happened to be prodding along the castle. "Wow so this is the castle where Wolfbane had resided eh." Sedregantis roaming the castle corridors looks around. "Phew this place sure is big and it has such an echo hmm i wonder how far the echo would travel if I howled." At that Sedregantis made a deep breath and howled directly into the air. His voice boomed through the corridors of the castle sending his howl throughout the entire area around him.