Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 17:41:15 GMT -5
Summit had been taken down a peg in the lands of the Descai pack, his heedless wandering finally resulting in trouble he didn’t want. In a hurry to put Acerbus behind him, he had crossed the area known as Kamari, his sights set on the Oriens. As he approached the base of the mountains, he was certain that these lands had no master – there were masculine scents littering the area, but they were only the smells of those who had traveled through the place. The wolf kept a cautious eye for any signs of life, more cautious now that he had crossed one invisible boundary with consequence. He had learned from his missteps, and Summit was not looking for violence.
So what, then, was the brute looking for? The question ruminated tirelessly in the vagabond’s mind as he wandered. First off, he knew, he had to find clean water to quench his thirst. His life had been a pleasant one back in the jungle where he his natal pack had once lived. There was enough to eat, plenty of water, but above all, there had been a pack. But that was gone forever, and could never be reclaimed. The memories of his family, of the verdant jungle he had loved, haunted him around every corner. Pack life had been bearable there. Summit had never questioned his alpha, a she-wolf named Era, nor had he doubted her worth because of her gender. There had been warriors – Summit’s father had been a fearsome fighter in his glory days, a path that Summit had never found the calling to follow.
He had never trained to be a fighter, despite his size and the sinew that rippled beneath his ivory pelt with every stride – though brawling with his tomboyish, erratic sister could have been considered training. Certainly both had come away with their fair share of minor injuries after a tussle. He wasn’t much use to any pack, he had decided. Perhaps the life of a wanderer was what he was destined to lead. The grasslands he traveled through were golden-brown in the summer sun, swaying like ocean waves in the gentle morning breeze.
Nearing the tall peaks, something unusual caught his attention. It appeared to be the mouth of a cavern the plunged beneath the mountains, the product of intense seismic activity below the ground. His expression lit up with interest. He was never one to fight curiosity, so despite the lingering scent of other wolves, Summit’s direction shifted to the south to get a better look at the cave. When he peeked inside, he was surprised to find a rather large, water-worn expanse. The tall ceiling was aglow with hundreds, perhaps thousands of worms illuminating the darkness – something Summit had never seen before.
What is this place? He mused internally as he inspected the entrance of the expanse. Before he could turn around, a paw slipped on the wet ground. He was a clumsy wolf, but this time, the fall was not entirely his fault – he certainly didn’t suspect that there were others who called the place home. The white wolf slid into Aleru before he could brace himself, and the slick floor carried the unwilling brute several feet into the Selunari Expanse as if he was slipping on ice.
So what, then, was the brute looking for? The question ruminated tirelessly in the vagabond’s mind as he wandered. First off, he knew, he had to find clean water to quench his thirst. His life had been a pleasant one back in the jungle where he his natal pack had once lived. There was enough to eat, plenty of water, but above all, there had been a pack. But that was gone forever, and could never be reclaimed. The memories of his family, of the verdant jungle he had loved, haunted him around every corner. Pack life had been bearable there. Summit had never questioned his alpha, a she-wolf named Era, nor had he doubted her worth because of her gender. There had been warriors – Summit’s father had been a fearsome fighter in his glory days, a path that Summit had never found the calling to follow.
He had never trained to be a fighter, despite his size and the sinew that rippled beneath his ivory pelt with every stride – though brawling with his tomboyish, erratic sister could have been considered training. Certainly both had come away with their fair share of minor injuries after a tussle. He wasn’t much use to any pack, he had decided. Perhaps the life of a wanderer was what he was destined to lead. The grasslands he traveled through were golden-brown in the summer sun, swaying like ocean waves in the gentle morning breeze.
Nearing the tall peaks, something unusual caught his attention. It appeared to be the mouth of a cavern the plunged beneath the mountains, the product of intense seismic activity below the ground. His expression lit up with interest. He was never one to fight curiosity, so despite the lingering scent of other wolves, Summit’s direction shifted to the south to get a better look at the cave. When he peeked inside, he was surprised to find a rather large, water-worn expanse. The tall ceiling was aglow with hundreds, perhaps thousands of worms illuminating the darkness – something Summit had never seen before.
What is this place? He mused internally as he inspected the entrance of the expanse. Before he could turn around, a paw slipped on the wet ground. He was a clumsy wolf, but this time, the fall was not entirely his fault – he certainly didn’t suspect that there were others who called the place home. The white wolf slid into Aleru before he could brace himself, and the slick floor carried the unwilling brute several feet into the Selunari Expanse as if he was slipping on ice.
