Post by Ryu on Jan 10, 2009 18:13:43 GMT -5
The land of Deor had crossed a period of time between seasons, stuck momentarily within a blurred line that separated autumn and winter. On one end, autumn flavored leaves drifted gently on the wings of a supple breeze that swept the terra. They piled on the ground in some places, but mostly immersed the land in a sea of red and orange badges, having once belonged to Deor’s sentries of old. Now they served as a warning of troubling times that lay in wait for the creatures of the forest. A time governed by a tyrannical god known in wolf lore as Wolfbane. His winter was both feared and respected by all manners of creatures, but could never catch the weary off guard. For the forest would signal the oncoming of his reign. Trees would drop their badges of glory in a fantastic display as they did so now. To two wolves that walked among one of the many paths of the region, it certainly seemed cold enough to be winter. Snow fall had yet to fall upon the land, yet a passing breeze would bring chilled air that penetraited their protective fur and serve to remind them further still that Wolfbane’s time was at hand.
Two wolves walked this path, one is native to the land and the other a foreigner from a place the Deorian knew not about. The Deorian carried with him a beige coat around his body, and a frame that held potential for the title in which he wanted to obtain, the rank of defender. Ryu still had much growing to do at just a year under his paw, but his golden eyes held promise, coupled with a determined heart and will. His father after all, was a well respected guard of this land back when he was alive, and it had been he who had taken the roll in training his son. Yet now his death still plagued the young male, and it seemed like his whole world had come crashing down since that day. Many broken promises later, much of Ryu’s will had been bent. He had promised to protect the ones he loved, and yet had failed nearly all of those promises. In his current state, he could not keep those pledges and so felt weak both physically and spiritually. His most recent of failures, having been caught in a storm with Deor’s scout Koiji, he had failed to protect her as he had promised.
And more troubles loomed over head for the young wolf, for his mother had been courted by Deor’s noble black knight, though Ryu saw nothing noble at all in the knight’s intentions. His most recent encounter with Dakota had ended bitterly, with many sharp words spoken between the two vargs. Lyrics that could very well threaten the delicate balance and peace that kept his family safe and warm. With what had been said on that night, there was no way that Ryu could accept the ebon male as his step father. And knowing that Dakota had all ready won the heart of his mother, talking with the silver Drappa about his emotions was out of the question. In a family that was supposed to be tight knit and close, Ryu felt alone and far away from the rest of his pack. Even his best friend Jonas, Deor’s healer, had disappeared. And now the prince of Deor walks these paths alone, carrying the weight of his troubles on his shoulders without a single friend to lean on, in such times where one would be so greatly appreciated. Depression had threatened to consume the yearling, but on this day a great responsibility had been bestowed upon him.
By Ryu’s side, walked a wolf to which at first glance, mirrored the image of Deor’s ebon black knight. Though upon closer inspection, their differences became clearer. Golden pools brought the Koranian’s world into clarity, and like Dakota, he too carried with him the frame of a strong Beta and warrior. Kai was of course taller, stronger and older then the young prince. It had been made clear to Ryu that the two Betas are close friends. Though they may live now in separate packs, both had followed a road that led them to the titles in which they currently held for their respective packs. Ryu had only been outside of Deor once, on an excursion to Ge-Rad in his puppyhood with his mother, and so he had many questions about this land of Koran. For a moment, Ryu wondered how different it must look in comparison to Deor. But soon his curiosity found a more intriguing thought. And for one with a young mind prone to jumping ahead before reason had its say, Ryu spoke his mind aloud. “So, how do you like Deor so far?” Ryu questioned, turning his own golden pools on the Koran beta. Crinkling could be heard beneath the paws of the two wolves, for it was not possible to find an empty patch of terra as they strolled over the land. “It must be different from what you’re used to.”
Two wolves walked this path, one is native to the land and the other a foreigner from a place the Deorian knew not about. The Deorian carried with him a beige coat around his body, and a frame that held potential for the title in which he wanted to obtain, the rank of defender. Ryu still had much growing to do at just a year under his paw, but his golden eyes held promise, coupled with a determined heart and will. His father after all, was a well respected guard of this land back when he was alive, and it had been he who had taken the roll in training his son. Yet now his death still plagued the young male, and it seemed like his whole world had come crashing down since that day. Many broken promises later, much of Ryu’s will had been bent. He had promised to protect the ones he loved, and yet had failed nearly all of those promises. In his current state, he could not keep those pledges and so felt weak both physically and spiritually. His most recent of failures, having been caught in a storm with Deor’s scout Koiji, he had failed to protect her as he had promised.
And more troubles loomed over head for the young wolf, for his mother had been courted by Deor’s noble black knight, though Ryu saw nothing noble at all in the knight’s intentions. His most recent encounter with Dakota had ended bitterly, with many sharp words spoken between the two vargs. Lyrics that could very well threaten the delicate balance and peace that kept his family safe and warm. With what had been said on that night, there was no way that Ryu could accept the ebon male as his step father. And knowing that Dakota had all ready won the heart of his mother, talking with the silver Drappa about his emotions was out of the question. In a family that was supposed to be tight knit and close, Ryu felt alone and far away from the rest of his pack. Even his best friend Jonas, Deor’s healer, had disappeared. And now the prince of Deor walks these paths alone, carrying the weight of his troubles on his shoulders without a single friend to lean on, in such times where one would be so greatly appreciated. Depression had threatened to consume the yearling, but on this day a great responsibility had been bestowed upon him.
By Ryu’s side, walked a wolf to which at first glance, mirrored the image of Deor’s ebon black knight. Though upon closer inspection, their differences became clearer. Golden pools brought the Koranian’s world into clarity, and like Dakota, he too carried with him the frame of a strong Beta and warrior. Kai was of course taller, stronger and older then the young prince. It had been made clear to Ryu that the two Betas are close friends. Though they may live now in separate packs, both had followed a road that led them to the titles in which they currently held for their respective packs. Ryu had only been outside of Deor once, on an excursion to Ge-Rad in his puppyhood with his mother, and so he had many questions about this land of Koran. For a moment, Ryu wondered how different it must look in comparison to Deor. But soon his curiosity found a more intriguing thought. And for one with a young mind prone to jumping ahead before reason had its say, Ryu spoke his mind aloud. “So, how do you like Deor so far?” Ryu questioned, turning his own golden pools on the Koran beta. Crinkling could be heard beneath the paws of the two wolves, for it was not possible to find an empty patch of terra as they strolled over the land. “It must be different from what you’re used to.”
