Post by graf on May 17, 2006 21:13:09 GMT -5
The evening dew gathered in vaporous whisps around the dense gathering of trees. The chirping of crickets, the rustling of forest game in the foliage, the all of it halted as the chilling clouds of snow-hued mist flooded and rolled down through the vast forest, engulfing it all in a still and silenced atmosphere. Nothing moved, the creatures spoke not, few dared to even breathe.
For this was a night most suited for the murderous predators of this dwelling. Like the unseen monsters in the deepest reaches of the planet's ancient seas, some of the more eccentric oddities of this forest probably prefered not being seen so regularly, and relished in fine weather such as this. While their prey was free to cry out, they would never escape their own weakness and undoing.
Enter the newest visitor of this grand shrine of the earth. With all this previous knowledge in mind, he still entered the mist with no regard to the danger. His eyes glistened gold as his pupils narrowed to a pair of black slits, scrutinizing the wavering particles of water as he discerned his way through the dense forest. Clad in a conventional wizard's robe, he troded his way through this maze to find someone. Something, whom had made quite a name for himself in these parts, little to the visitor's surprise.
Graf saught an audience with the Devil King of these woods. And if any creature saught to stand in his weay, 'Skoll' would spare no effort in seeing that victim's throat being torn out. Skoll, the wolf whom chased the sun, was there to discuss things with an old friend.
"Fenrir...."
For this was a night most suited for the murderous predators of this dwelling. Like the unseen monsters in the deepest reaches of the planet's ancient seas, some of the more eccentric oddities of this forest probably prefered not being seen so regularly, and relished in fine weather such as this. While their prey was free to cry out, they would never escape their own weakness and undoing.
Enter the newest visitor of this grand shrine of the earth. With all this previous knowledge in mind, he still entered the mist with no regard to the danger. His eyes glistened gold as his pupils narrowed to a pair of black slits, scrutinizing the wavering particles of water as he discerned his way through the dense forest. Clad in a conventional wizard's robe, he troded his way through this maze to find someone. Something, whom had made quite a name for himself in these parts, little to the visitor's surprise.
Graf saught an audience with the Devil King of these woods. And if any creature saught to stand in his weay, 'Skoll' would spare no effort in seeing that victim's throat being torn out. Skoll, the wolf whom chased the sun, was there to discuss things with an old friend.
"Fenrir...."