Post by Tristen on Aug 15, 2006 14:15:47 GMT -5
Black paws tread softly through the darkened grass, patches of sunlight dappling the land as white eyes glanced back and forth. The wolven figure advanced, taking in the scent of the air around him.
Tristen stopped, looking up into the dense canopy of the black forest, the tall trees seemingly reaching the sky above. He walked along, coming to a small creek, lowering his head to lap up the cool, clean water as it flowed by. Walking along the bank, his legs paw deep into the stream, he looked over to an old oak, growing at an odd angle from a steep slope.
The slope itself was nearly straight up, and the tree at a forty five degree angle to it. The root hung down loosely, hiding a small divit in the ridge. Tristen smiled, recognizing the spot as a prime placement for a den.
Leaping up onto the top of the slope, he lifted his head back into a cold, wild howl, that twisted like the wild mountain wind in the air.
"Hear me," it said. "I am Tristen, the shadow of wolves... King of the preditors... and I claim this terra as my own." Lowering his head he looked about. "Come seek me out... if you have the courage," he whispered, before walking back along the creek's bank.
Tristen stopped, looking up into the dense canopy of the black forest, the tall trees seemingly reaching the sky above. He walked along, coming to a small creek, lowering his head to lap up the cool, clean water as it flowed by. Walking along the bank, his legs paw deep into the stream, he looked over to an old oak, growing at an odd angle from a steep slope.
The slope itself was nearly straight up, and the tree at a forty five degree angle to it. The root hung down loosely, hiding a small divit in the ridge. Tristen smiled, recognizing the spot as a prime placement for a den.
Leaping up onto the top of the slope, he lifted his head back into a cold, wild howl, that twisted like the wild mountain wind in the air.
"Hear me," it said. "I am Tristen, the shadow of wolves... King of the preditors... and I claim this terra as my own." Lowering his head he looked about. "Come seek me out... if you have the courage," he whispered, before walking back along the creek's bank.
