Post by Mav on Mar 17, 2007 14:16:08 GMT -5
The night around the ivory guardian was a black as the cosmos above, as quiet as the emptiness of an assassin’s soul. Any sign of life was truly void in such an awful place. No Lera would dream to make this land their own. For at first glance the terra offered no sustenance. Not a drop of water could be found, not even the sweet nectar of dew that would cling to the leaves of trees was present. But then why had the ivory warrior traveled to such a decrepit place? Why would any Varg seek out this small patch of land that held no life, no promise for future? It was because a rumor had recently spread across the plains of the Varg. Rumor of a magical wolf who could see with eyes unclouded by the fabric of time, rumors of a great seer came to the ivory auds of the former Dragga. But logic had always been the code of the guardian. What could one such as him hope to find with a fortune teller?
For the past several suns, many dreams had haunted the ivory Koranian. They all seemed to start, when the bond between himself and the tora-ge of Koran Exerci, began to develop a closeness that slowly intertwined the two northern Vargs. Dreams that consisted of his diseased ebon mate Keechak, and the events that led up to her tragic demise at the hands of those two legged heartless creatures. It seemed though, as much as the logic side of Maverick’s brain denied such concepts, that the ebon fae in his dream always tried to convey some kind of message to him. But the dream would always end abruptly, and the significance of that message would be lost into the fog that was those painful memories. His very reason for seeking out this seer conflicted with everything that Maverick had ever been taught. Yet the ivory wolf could no longer go on with this plague that haunted his subconscious.
Maverick arrived at the entrance of the Vale of Shadows. His golden orbs were greeted with the sight of two tall trees that lay parallel with one another, and on their branches hung the corpses of flying scavengers. Their fate forever sealed and lost to the imagination of any passerby. However such sights paid no mind to the courage of the lead warrior and guardian of Koran. His heart molded into that of endless courage, he remained undaunted and trekked on past the entrance with strong ivory paws. There he followed a path that would take the ivory male down a hill and into the valley of the Vale. His golden orbs let of a majestic radiance that penetrated the darkness of the valley, as they searched for the source of the rumors. Could this seer hold the keys that Maverick was searching for? Or were his initial presumptions of fortune telling accurate, and it was all a bunch of nonsense. All the answers would come in time.
/OOC: Excellent, first post in the Vale. Sweetness./
For the past several suns, many dreams had haunted the ivory Koranian. They all seemed to start, when the bond between himself and the tora-ge of Koran Exerci, began to develop a closeness that slowly intertwined the two northern Vargs. Dreams that consisted of his diseased ebon mate Keechak, and the events that led up to her tragic demise at the hands of those two legged heartless creatures. It seemed though, as much as the logic side of Maverick’s brain denied such concepts, that the ebon fae in his dream always tried to convey some kind of message to him. But the dream would always end abruptly, and the significance of that message would be lost into the fog that was those painful memories. His very reason for seeking out this seer conflicted with everything that Maverick had ever been taught. Yet the ivory wolf could no longer go on with this plague that haunted his subconscious.
Maverick arrived at the entrance of the Vale of Shadows. His golden orbs were greeted with the sight of two tall trees that lay parallel with one another, and on their branches hung the corpses of flying scavengers. Their fate forever sealed and lost to the imagination of any passerby. However such sights paid no mind to the courage of the lead warrior and guardian of Koran. His heart molded into that of endless courage, he remained undaunted and trekked on past the entrance with strong ivory paws. There he followed a path that would take the ivory male down a hill and into the valley of the Vale. His golden orbs let of a majestic radiance that penetrated the darkness of the valley, as they searched for the source of the rumors. Could this seer hold the keys that Maverick was searching for? Or were his initial presumptions of fortune telling accurate, and it was all a bunch of nonsense. All the answers would come in time.
/OOC: Excellent, first post in the Vale. Sweetness./