Post by Night Wind on May 3, 2015 7:06:55 GMT -5
Night Wind walked slowly up the side of the mountain. The small scrubs and new grass sprouted all along the side of volcano. He had recognized the destruction left in wake of one of the explosive mountains as he had approached the area. The wide swath of volcanic stone had given away to a more natural dirt that had allowed the new life to begin to spring in the area. As he walked he looked around the new life with mild annoyance. Life always continued to try even when the reality of it said it was only a matter of time before the destructive forces leashed inside of the mountain his paws rested on once again leapt forth and destroyed the world around it in a fiery wake.
Night pushed forward and upwards his slow walk taking him up the side of the mountain. As he moved he passed out of the place where new life grew. Instead he found himself on a sloped swath of black unforgiving ground. The almost sickeningly smooth stone beneath his paws ramped slowly up the mountain as if it was one continuous piece. The effect was unsettling and made Night Wind for a moment feel his minuscule size. He ignored the illogical emotion and continued forward moving his paws in the ever slow gait.
He pushed further up the mountain and began to notice that smoke still rose from the peak of the volcano. Along the sides there was no ash piles of massive size every where. As the gradient got steeper he began to have to weave between the dunes of ash ash he pushed further up the mountain. He felt like some unknowable forces was dragging him forwards. And it continued to do so as the ash rising from his paws as he walked began to choke at him.
Night Wind forced himself forward coughing as he moved to clear his throat of the cloying taste of the mountains ash. The subtle metallic scent along side fire and rot rose up to overwhelm his senses as he climbed. The mountain was only getting steeper as he moved. Eventually he passed from the ashe and began the slow climb the rocky sides of the mountains. It looked as if someone had ripped the top off and let the leftovers fall down the sides. He weaved between boulders and stones. Some the size of a pup and some yet the size of many wolves put together.
As he began to approach the lip he watched the noxious smoke rise from the belly of the mountain. Its smoke a sign that while it had satiated its appetite for destruction for now it was not dead yet. Night finally managed to clamber up and onto the edge of the volcano's basin. Far down into the stomach he could see the roiling molten rock which caused so much chaos and destruction. The smoke roiled from it and he could here the liquid growling of the molten stone moving below him.
Night was entranced as he watched. The idea of something like a mountain that could kill with no reason on such a scale defied what he knew even though he had been witness to it before. The utter power of a force of nature like this was beyond the understanding of even the most intelligent of wolves. Here he stood on the precipice of this great mountain of fire and death, a small dot of black fur. Nothing to such a thing like this. A force of this size was a god compared to his small existence. He wondered if the mountain was still angry over its inability to finish its job.
As the existence in front of him overwhelmed him Night began to smile. He had arrived on this island with no purpose or reason. Here on this land he had been left half drowned and away from the lands he knew. But with this, this god of death, he could find a new purpose. He could complete what the mountain could not do. In a whisper as he looked down into the basin at the roiling liquid fire he spoke “In this I swear my life. I shall finish what you began. I will wipe the life from these lands and by the next time you wake you will be free. Free to burn this place to the ground. Burn it till there are no memories of those who stepped paw here. I shall be the wind before your storm.”
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Night pushed forward and upwards his slow walk taking him up the side of the mountain. As he moved he passed out of the place where new life grew. Instead he found himself on a sloped swath of black unforgiving ground. The almost sickeningly smooth stone beneath his paws ramped slowly up the mountain as if it was one continuous piece. The effect was unsettling and made Night Wind for a moment feel his minuscule size. He ignored the illogical emotion and continued forward moving his paws in the ever slow gait.
He pushed further up the mountain and began to notice that smoke still rose from the peak of the volcano. Along the sides there was no ash piles of massive size every where. As the gradient got steeper he began to have to weave between the dunes of ash ash he pushed further up the mountain. He felt like some unknowable forces was dragging him forwards. And it continued to do so as the ash rising from his paws as he walked began to choke at him.
Night Wind forced himself forward coughing as he moved to clear his throat of the cloying taste of the mountains ash. The subtle metallic scent along side fire and rot rose up to overwhelm his senses as he climbed. The mountain was only getting steeper as he moved. Eventually he passed from the ashe and began the slow climb the rocky sides of the mountains. It looked as if someone had ripped the top off and let the leftovers fall down the sides. He weaved between boulders and stones. Some the size of a pup and some yet the size of many wolves put together.
As he began to approach the lip he watched the noxious smoke rise from the belly of the mountain. Its smoke a sign that while it had satiated its appetite for destruction for now it was not dead yet. Night finally managed to clamber up and onto the edge of the volcano's basin. Far down into the stomach he could see the roiling molten rock which caused so much chaos and destruction. The smoke roiled from it and he could here the liquid growling of the molten stone moving below him.
Night was entranced as he watched. The idea of something like a mountain that could kill with no reason on such a scale defied what he knew even though he had been witness to it before. The utter power of a force of nature like this was beyond the understanding of even the most intelligent of wolves. Here he stood on the precipice of this great mountain of fire and death, a small dot of black fur. Nothing to such a thing like this. A force of this size was a god compared to his small existence. He wondered if the mountain was still angry over its inability to finish its job.
As the existence in front of him overwhelmed him Night began to smile. He had arrived on this island with no purpose or reason. Here on this land he had been left half drowned and away from the lands he knew. But with this, this god of death, he could find a new purpose. He could complete what the mountain could not do. In a whisper as he looked down into the basin at the roiling liquid fire he spoke “In this I swear my life. I shall finish what you began. I will wipe the life from these lands and by the next time you wake you will be free. Free to burn this place to the ground. Burn it till there are no memories of those who stepped paw here. I shall be the wind before your storm.”
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