04-19-2011, 12:52 PM
OOc: Maybe Drizzt comes in? 
With his head bobbing up and down, Drizzt snored softly on the branch he had chosen as his perch, some ten feet off the ground. He had climbed the tree in hopes of finding a safe place to rest his tired body, a place his family wouldn't even think of looking for that fact. After an hour or so of vigilant watch, the man fell asleep against the trees core.
Drizzt dreamed of himself in the sky, among the stars he found so beautiful. The stars laughed, and joked, bringing the wolf higher and higher into the sky, embracing him in their light. Drizzt talked to the stars, laughing with them about nothing and yet everything.
As his dream rolled on, Drizzt began to hear what sounded like an army rolling towards him. He flicked his view in every direction, searching for the ones who had disturbed his conversation. But he saw nothing. Desperately, he drew his scimitars and took a defensive stance. The stars behind him grew quiet, and a the air had a heavy stillness to it.
As Drizzt stepped forward to search for the intruders, he felt something holding his rear foot firmly, painfully so. And when he looked down, he saw his fathers eyeless head, moaning in agony. Then more hands appeared, and began dragging the male back to earth, digging into his flesh and cursing his name. The assassin sliced and chopped at the arms, but his blades did nothing, save dull and bend.
When Drizzt was almost back to the surface of the planet, a large, dark hand tore its way out of the ground, and reached for him. A scarred hand. One with many rings, and armored with metal plating. His mothers hand...
Drizzt awoke with a jolt, drawing forth a scimitar and rolling, catching another branch in his hand, then dropped and caught another, dropping only two to three feet to the ground. The male was crouched, and moved silently. He had heard something that caused him to awaken like this. A noise that sounded like...
The assassin's eyes and ears perked to his left, where he barely made out the figure of another wolf running out of the forest. The way he ran made Drizzt put up his defenses again, before slinking off to follow the male, eventually coming to a clearing where the other male had stopped, simply standing there and taking deep breaths.
Sheathing his weapon, Drizzt cautiously approached the other male. "... Greetings sir. Are you... Safe?" He asked awkwardly. He was still new to speaking english, but he figured it wouldn't impede him.
With his head bobbing up and down, Drizzt snored softly on the branch he had chosen as his perch, some ten feet off the ground. He had climbed the tree in hopes of finding a safe place to rest his tired body, a place his family wouldn't even think of looking for that fact. After an hour or so of vigilant watch, the man fell asleep against the trees core.
Drizzt dreamed of himself in the sky, among the stars he found so beautiful. The stars laughed, and joked, bringing the wolf higher and higher into the sky, embracing him in their light. Drizzt talked to the stars, laughing with them about nothing and yet everything.
As his dream rolled on, Drizzt began to hear what sounded like an army rolling towards him. He flicked his view in every direction, searching for the ones who had disturbed his conversation. But he saw nothing. Desperately, he drew his scimitars and took a defensive stance. The stars behind him grew quiet, and a the air had a heavy stillness to it.
As Drizzt stepped forward to search for the intruders, he felt something holding his rear foot firmly, painfully so. And when he looked down, he saw his fathers eyeless head, moaning in agony. Then more hands appeared, and began dragging the male back to earth, digging into his flesh and cursing his name. The assassin sliced and chopped at the arms, but his blades did nothing, save dull and bend.
When Drizzt was almost back to the surface of the planet, a large, dark hand tore its way out of the ground, and reached for him. A scarred hand. One with many rings, and armored with metal plating. His mothers hand...
Drizzt awoke with a jolt, drawing forth a scimitar and rolling, catching another branch in his hand, then dropped and caught another, dropping only two to three feet to the ground. The male was crouched, and moved silently. He had heard something that caused him to awaken like this. A noise that sounded like...
The assassin's eyes and ears perked to his left, where he barely made out the figure of another wolf running out of the forest. The way he ran made Drizzt put up his defenses again, before slinking off to follow the male, eventually coming to a clearing where the other male had stopped, simply standing there and taking deep breaths.
Sheathing his weapon, Drizzt cautiously approached the other male. "... Greetings sir. Are you... Safe?" He asked awkwardly. He was still new to speaking english, but he figured it wouldn't impede him.