Post by Fenrir on Jul 3, 2009 9:51:19 GMT -5
It had been months since the trees whispered his name and it felt like an age since human eyes had gazed upon his form in horror, but Fenrir had now returned. Staggering through the Woods, clearly exhausted, the leader of the Lycans was heading for the clearing where Seth Reiley had once been judged. There he hoped to convene the pack and see what had occurred in his absence, if Roan had been found and her captor brought to justice. Or if the Church had finally invaded the Woods with a declaration of War: Fenris had no idea.
For the lycan had been fasting for months ever since Roan had vanished. He had tried searching for her, but even with his experience he couldn't find her scent and he had feared for the worse. After that moment he had felt inadequete, unworthy of leading if he couldn't keep his pack safe, and sought answers. So he had journeyed deep into the Woods, to the very caves that he had taken Telanie Eluvias many years ago to experience his vision, and it was there that he fasted. The lack of food and the hallucingenic properties of the cave caused him to see numerous images from the past, possibly the present and he even believed he had seen the future.
He relieved the first months of being a lycan, who he became a rouge and served Azrael as his favored hitman. He was revisited by experiences in Spain, the time he was drowning in a witch's spell, the time when they tried to hunt him down...the murder of his beloved daughter. The images in the fumes almost seemed like scenes from The Yellow Submarine, with such vibrant flashes of color that it was mind-boggling. Then came the present, brief flashes of the faces of his pack. The stubborn, but misunderstood Roan, the new-freshly turned Willow, the amusing Orca, and the serious Miles. He even saw flashes of Marc Streampaw and another face that he didn't recognize, but something about it had Willow's qualities in it...
Then came the future. He had seen polar opposites, a time of peace where his pack could roam free and untouched by humans. And he had seen the Woods aflame, with his pack either being slaughtered or scattering to the four corners of the earth. That was what he had seen, but he knew that as he walked toward the grove that he couldn't let his concerns be sensed by the pack. He was the Alpha: he was Strength incarnate.
Stepping into the grove, the cyclopian lycan called out in a booming bass, "Lycans of the Woods! Children of Nature and Shepards of her flock! Come to me for I have returned, and there is much to be done."
For the lycan had been fasting for months ever since Roan had vanished. He had tried searching for her, but even with his experience he couldn't find her scent and he had feared for the worse. After that moment he had felt inadequete, unworthy of leading if he couldn't keep his pack safe, and sought answers. So he had journeyed deep into the Woods, to the very caves that he had taken Telanie Eluvias many years ago to experience his vision, and it was there that he fasted. The lack of food and the hallucingenic properties of the cave caused him to see numerous images from the past, possibly the present and he even believed he had seen the future.
He relieved the first months of being a lycan, who he became a rouge and served Azrael as his favored hitman. He was revisited by experiences in Spain, the time he was drowning in a witch's spell, the time when they tried to hunt him down...the murder of his beloved daughter. The images in the fumes almost seemed like scenes from The Yellow Submarine, with such vibrant flashes of color that it was mind-boggling. Then came the present, brief flashes of the faces of his pack. The stubborn, but misunderstood Roan, the new-freshly turned Willow, the amusing Orca, and the serious Miles. He even saw flashes of Marc Streampaw and another face that he didn't recognize, but something about it had Willow's qualities in it...
Then came the future. He had seen polar opposites, a time of peace where his pack could roam free and untouched by humans. And he had seen the Woods aflame, with his pack either being slaughtered or scattering to the four corners of the earth. That was what he had seen, but he knew that as he walked toward the grove that he couldn't let his concerns be sensed by the pack. He was the Alpha: he was Strength incarnate.
Stepping into the grove, the cyclopian lycan called out in a booming bass, "Lycans of the Woods! Children of Nature and Shepards of her flock! Come to me for I have returned, and there is much to be done."