Post by Fenrir on Sept 28, 2007 5:42:50 GMT -5
Fenrir's Wood was covered in an early morning fog with only the tops of the trees poking through the shroud. In every sense of the word, this small forest between Drakborough Firefox University had become eerie in the absence of it's shepard. Who knew what creatures had come up from the depths or into this realm by other means? And if someone had an inkling as to why they were there: it would've been in their best interests to stay silent. For without the Shepard, it was nigh impossible to keep the savage predators at bay. This however was not the case in Fenrir's Wood, for all the great beasts from the Acromantula Lord to the newly arrived Dragon were known to the Forest Lord and did not make any threats onto him.
Now did the shepard return to his Woods and once more walk through the trees. The large, silver-grey wolf slowly strided through his domain, taking in all the new scents and remembering the old ones. Even the scents of the old battles, from Roan's burning of his precious woods to the hunt that ensued after he consumed Hayzie Roberts. All the scents were there, but there was something missing: no other scents from follow lycans. He had told Roan to continue her training no matter what the circumstances if she wanted to be a powerful lycan, and he was aware of the existence of other lycans living at the school. Yet none of them graced Nature with their presence: how disappointing.
Upon reaching the base of the mountain, Fenrir remember when he had first come to Spain and claimed this mountain for himself: this was back in the glory days when his name was still feared, but now all there was to his name was the irritation of swatting at a small pest. Had that been what he had become in the passing months: nothing more than a gnat that tries to sting a giant? It would seem then that he would have to change his ideaology and plans to suit the moment. Ascending the lone mountain until he reached it's summit, Fenrir morphed back into a human and sat himself on a collection of rocks that he had fashioned into a pseudo-throne. Staring up into the foggy sky, Fenrir tried to look for a sign to light his way but alas it seemed that the Great Wolf had abandoned him.
So then perhaps it was time to pick up the mantle of the Great Wolf and finally undergo with full commitment the single order that Fenrir had been given by the spirit. 'For thou, Fenrir, are Railyn now. Though Fenris Fenrir is thy mighty name, the name of Railyn echoes within thee. Finish where I and my sister failed, and smite the realm where once mighty wolves run in the sewers like rats. Though the humans may be fools, do not smite them all! Smite only those who refuse to submit to thee, and make them into mighty wolves to fight by thy side!' Slowly the wind began to blow faster and faster, the image of the Black Wolf disappeared slowly. 'Smite the tunnels! Bring mighty wolves to your side! Reclaim the oaths of the Forest in the name of whom I was! I, who was once Railyn, have spoken.'
There where no tunnel lycans to deal with here, but there were those that he would have their allegience, willingly or not at all, and then the others: they would simply be turned whether they embraced him or not. And with the right conditioning in their early stages: anyone can be made to respect and cherish a father-figure. Yes, Fenrir would do all these things and more! He would expand the territory of his woods, overgrow the regions surrounding the Lake and give his children land of their own. Smashing his right fist into the rocks that formed his throne as he stood, the Lord of Lycans shouted up into the sky, "Yes! Railyn, your words have not been forgotten! I shall begin anew your commandent and raise up from these woods a pack of which the likes of mankind has never seen! Your heir, Fenris Fenrir has spoken, and his word is his vow!"
The man didn't even bother turning back into a wolf when he roared up at the sky: the wolf within him was enough to convey his meaning. So great was his roar that it sent birds flying into the air, the woodland creatures turned to stare at the mountain, and in the school: little children who sleep in awoke from terrible nightmares just from hearing his battle cry. The Lord of the Forest, Fenris Fenrir, had returned.
And all that had betrayed him were open to his wrath.
Now did the shepard return to his Woods and once more walk through the trees. The large, silver-grey wolf slowly strided through his domain, taking in all the new scents and remembering the old ones. Even the scents of the old battles, from Roan's burning of his precious woods to the hunt that ensued after he consumed Hayzie Roberts. All the scents were there, but there was something missing: no other scents from follow lycans. He had told Roan to continue her training no matter what the circumstances if she wanted to be a powerful lycan, and he was aware of the existence of other lycans living at the school. Yet none of them graced Nature with their presence: how disappointing.
Upon reaching the base of the mountain, Fenrir remember when he had first come to Spain and claimed this mountain for himself: this was back in the glory days when his name was still feared, but now all there was to his name was the irritation of swatting at a small pest. Had that been what he had become in the passing months: nothing more than a gnat that tries to sting a giant? It would seem then that he would have to change his ideaology and plans to suit the moment. Ascending the lone mountain until he reached it's summit, Fenrir morphed back into a human and sat himself on a collection of rocks that he had fashioned into a pseudo-throne. Staring up into the foggy sky, Fenrir tried to look for a sign to light his way but alas it seemed that the Great Wolf had abandoned him.
So then perhaps it was time to pick up the mantle of the Great Wolf and finally undergo with full commitment the single order that Fenrir had been given by the spirit. 'For thou, Fenrir, are Railyn now. Though Fenris Fenrir is thy mighty name, the name of Railyn echoes within thee. Finish where I and my sister failed, and smite the realm where once mighty wolves run in the sewers like rats. Though the humans may be fools, do not smite them all! Smite only those who refuse to submit to thee, and make them into mighty wolves to fight by thy side!' Slowly the wind began to blow faster and faster, the image of the Black Wolf disappeared slowly. 'Smite the tunnels! Bring mighty wolves to your side! Reclaim the oaths of the Forest in the name of whom I was! I, who was once Railyn, have spoken.'
There where no tunnel lycans to deal with here, but there were those that he would have their allegience, willingly or not at all, and then the others: they would simply be turned whether they embraced him or not. And with the right conditioning in their early stages: anyone can be made to respect and cherish a father-figure. Yes, Fenrir would do all these things and more! He would expand the territory of his woods, overgrow the regions surrounding the Lake and give his children land of their own. Smashing his right fist into the rocks that formed his throne as he stood, the Lord of Lycans shouted up into the sky, "Yes! Railyn, your words have not been forgotten! I shall begin anew your commandent and raise up from these woods a pack of which the likes of mankind has never seen! Your heir, Fenris Fenrir has spoken, and his word is his vow!"
The man didn't even bother turning back into a wolf when he roared up at the sky: the wolf within him was enough to convey his meaning. So great was his roar that it sent birds flying into the air, the woodland creatures turned to stare at the mountain, and in the school: little children who sleep in awoke from terrible nightmares just from hearing his battle cry. The Lord of the Forest, Fenris Fenrir, had returned.
And all that had betrayed him were open to his wrath.