Post by antioch on Aug 5, 2009 2:33:52 GMT -5
The peaceful quiet of night in Fenrir's Wood was broken by the sudden sound of galloping filling the air. Hooves stomped across dirt ground and stamped twig and fallen leaf alike as they rushed between the trees. The sound quickly drew to a halt as they stopped their movement. The four hooves at the head of the group turned to face the others and a quiet peace fell again as soft words cut through the night air like the buzz of static in the remnant of a powerful storm.
Then the leader of the group reared himself and charged forward again, the others following, the earth shaking again beneath their feet and the clamor roaring through the woods. Brown eyes looked through the wood, ears peaked for any sound that might alert the group to strangers or followers. The hunters often became the hunted, especially when wolves were involved.
With a quick wave of his hand, the leader stopped the others behind him and seemed to relax. "We are here," the leader said, "if he has seen the stars, he will know where to find us. And if he hasn't, then he will no doubt have smelt us, if not heard us." The speaker was neither horse nor man, but a combination of both. His upper torso was that of an athletic young man with a tanned and rugged face. Long brown hair fell around the arch of his human back, and the noble brown eyes sat on either side of his nose.
His lower body, however, was that of a brown-haired stallion, lean and powerful in muscle. With both human and equine features, he stood about ten feet tall from the earth to the peak of his head. He wore no clothing besides a quiver of arrows and an elegant bow strapped to his back.
The Centaurs had come at last to meet the Lord of the Forest.
Then the leader of the group reared himself and charged forward again, the others following, the earth shaking again beneath their feet and the clamor roaring through the woods. Brown eyes looked through the wood, ears peaked for any sound that might alert the group to strangers or followers. The hunters often became the hunted, especially when wolves were involved.
With a quick wave of his hand, the leader stopped the others behind him and seemed to relax. "We are here," the leader said, "if he has seen the stars, he will know where to find us. And if he hasn't, then he will no doubt have smelt us, if not heard us." The speaker was neither horse nor man, but a combination of both. His upper torso was that of an athletic young man with a tanned and rugged face. Long brown hair fell around the arch of his human back, and the noble brown eyes sat on either side of his nose.
His lower body, however, was that of a brown-haired stallion, lean and powerful in muscle. With both human and equine features, he stood about ten feet tall from the earth to the peak of his head. He wore no clothing besides a quiver of arrows and an elegant bow strapped to his back.
The Centaurs had come at last to meet the Lord of the Forest.