Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Mar 25, 2007 15:35:56 GMT -5
Just what would this new day bring for Ge-Rad? Fenris rested comfortably in his throne set atop the stratosphere that was his domain. His raise licked the world below home to his sons and daughters. His eye forever remained open as it gazed upon the activity throughout Transylvania. On this day, an ebony and ivory fae would travel across her home, on patrol as she watched over all corners of Ge-Rad with her bi-hued sapphire and emerald pools. Making sure all was safe and well on Ge-Radian soil. The snows had only recently fallen pray to Fenris’ warmth, and spring had settled comfortably where winter once reigned supreme. It was here where the femora patrolled on each and every sun. A beautiful bi-colored Ge-Radian, former Zanguzen, yet her heart was pure despite the blood that coursed through her arteries. An easterly wind brought a disturbance to the Ge-Radian warrior’s nares. There was definitely a presence that lurked just beyond the borders, and it was certainly worth investigating. Krystal wasn’t to far away from the edge of the border anyhow.
Quietly the Ge-Radian trekked to the eastern border under the warm gaze of Fenris. His light lapped at Krystal’s fur like the warmth of a mother’s tongue, and bathed her pelt in his exquisite radiance. Spring had settled in for all Varg’s of the land, a time of great beauty for all wolves. Yet behind this majestic fae was a cruel history, an ancestry that lay hidden within those bi-hued eyes, displayed proudly by her Zanguzen markings. One on her right shoulder, the other on her left hind leg adorned her pelt age and was a true lasting reminder of where Krystal’s true origins lie. Perhaps this was the reason she had chosen to be a warrior for her Ge-Radian family. What other way could the femora possibly contribute? At the very least, she would lend her skills to protect the safety of the life held within these borders. Young precious life whom yet to open their tiny pools to take in the world around them, a great responsibility fell over Krystal. It was her job to protect, and that was what she was going to do. She would meet with this stranger.
At last Krystal reached the outskirts of Ge-Rad, where the borders of the terra lay. Their, her pinto optics found the source of the strange scent which had invaded her home. A lone Kerl, male from the looks of him, sat patiently at the edge of the border. His brindle fur reflected Fenris’ light kindly, as all his children would receive the gift of their father’s warmth on this warm spring day. He seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. But what were his intentions? The wind told Krystal that the stranger had come alone, and so it was safe to approach, at least a bit closer. After all she still didn’t know Marek’s intentions. Yet Ge-Radian code called for all Varg, even outsiders, to be greeted politely. “Welcome,” Krystal spoke to Marek from a distance. Her voice was kind as it escaped her maw, yet she was still cautious. “And what brings you to Ge-Radian soil on this sun?” Krystal waited for a response from the stranger, just what would he say, as winds gently combed the lands around them. Fenris too, watched in anticipation.
Quietly the Ge-Radian trekked to the eastern border under the warm gaze of Fenris. His light lapped at Krystal’s fur like the warmth of a mother’s tongue, and bathed her pelt in his exquisite radiance. Spring had settled in for all Varg’s of the land, a time of great beauty for all wolves. Yet behind this majestic fae was a cruel history, an ancestry that lay hidden within those bi-hued eyes, displayed proudly by her Zanguzen markings. One on her right shoulder, the other on her left hind leg adorned her pelt age and was a true lasting reminder of where Krystal’s true origins lie. Perhaps this was the reason she had chosen to be a warrior for her Ge-Radian family. What other way could the femora possibly contribute? At the very least, she would lend her skills to protect the safety of the life held within these borders. Young precious life whom yet to open their tiny pools to take in the world around them, a great responsibility fell over Krystal. It was her job to protect, and that was what she was going to do. She would meet with this stranger.
At last Krystal reached the outskirts of Ge-Rad, where the borders of the terra lay. Their, her pinto optics found the source of the strange scent which had invaded her home. A lone Kerl, male from the looks of him, sat patiently at the edge of the border. His brindle fur reflected Fenris’ light kindly, as all his children would receive the gift of their father’s warmth on this warm spring day. He seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. But what were his intentions? The wind told Krystal that the stranger had come alone, and so it was safe to approach, at least a bit closer. After all she still didn’t know Marek’s intentions. Yet Ge-Radian code called for all Varg, even outsiders, to be greeted politely. “Welcome,” Krystal spoke to Marek from a distance. Her voice was kind as it escaped her maw, yet she was still cautious. “And what brings you to Ge-Radian soil on this sun?” Krystal waited for a response from the stranger, just what would he say, as winds gently combed the lands around them. Fenris too, watched in anticipation.
