Post by jiminiminy on Feb 16, 2008 17:50:19 GMT -5
Siscarm seemed to have an almost one-mindedness about him as he walked along. He payed no heed to the sickening drops as he leaped over them, going over un-natural distances with ease. The areas where the path became less than a foot thin he navigated as though they were several yards. All of this was done in the icy surfaces that the stone had become.
It was true though, traveling about the mountain set the elder into a sort of trance, but this is what he needed to do. A wolf might wonder why he doesn't live in such a hospitable area, and it's simply because of his broken mind. Traveling into the caverns makes him see visions of all those who have had their lives taken from them on the stones below. This is not a pleasurable experience, and he stays as far away as possible.
Suddenly, the old wolf could feel somthing in his stomach. Whatever it was, it seemed to be slowly creeping up his throat with a disgusting feeling that it was its own life form. Falling down onto his knees, he began to cough with a gradually increasing vigor. After satying on the ground for a moment, hacking and coughing with an almost deathly sound, he spat up a large globule of phelgm. The mucous from his stomach was infused with the crimson colour of blood.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, Siscarm stood on shaking legs to look around at where he has. Blankly looking at the unfamiliar blurs, he soon came to attention and it occured to him where he was. "We are here." Was all he said, his voice sounding tired and strained with the previous effort. The act of speaking sent the wolf into another coughing fit, though not as severe as the first. Able to talk once again, Siscarm said, "The entrance is just in there." He indicated to a good sized hole in the rock face a good ten meters in front of them.
Turning away from the memories that the area held, the wolf began to stagger away from the two that he had guided to the area. Louder now, Siscarm said, "If you need me, simply howl, and I'll be waiting where you are standing now. I shall also say that you should not explore too deep, the caves are an impossible maze, and even I don't know the way."
Truth be told, Siscarm knew the way perfectly. Years ago, he had lived in there, and as such he'd memorized every rock and pebble. He just used this as an excuse to stay out of the gaping hole. There were things there that he never wanted to see again, as well as memories that he wanted to stay forgotten.
It was true though, traveling about the mountain set the elder into a sort of trance, but this is what he needed to do. A wolf might wonder why he doesn't live in such a hospitable area, and it's simply because of his broken mind. Traveling into the caverns makes him see visions of all those who have had their lives taken from them on the stones below. This is not a pleasurable experience, and he stays as far away as possible.
Suddenly, the old wolf could feel somthing in his stomach. Whatever it was, it seemed to be slowly creeping up his throat with a disgusting feeling that it was its own life form. Falling down onto his knees, he began to cough with a gradually increasing vigor. After satying on the ground for a moment, hacking and coughing with an almost deathly sound, he spat up a large globule of phelgm. The mucous from his stomach was infused with the crimson colour of blood.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, Siscarm stood on shaking legs to look around at where he has. Blankly looking at the unfamiliar blurs, he soon came to attention and it occured to him where he was. "We are here." Was all he said, his voice sounding tired and strained with the previous effort. The act of speaking sent the wolf into another coughing fit, though not as severe as the first. Able to talk once again, Siscarm said, "The entrance is just in there." He indicated to a good sized hole in the rock face a good ten meters in front of them.
Turning away from the memories that the area held, the wolf began to stagger away from the two that he had guided to the area. Louder now, Siscarm said, "If you need me, simply howl, and I'll be waiting where you are standing now. I shall also say that you should not explore too deep, the caves are an impossible maze, and even I don't know the way."
Truth be told, Siscarm knew the way perfectly. Years ago, he had lived in there, and as such he'd memorized every rock and pebble. He just used this as an excuse to stay out of the gaping hole. There were things there that he never wanted to see again, as well as memories that he wanted to stay forgotten.