12-25-2007, 05:48 PM
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The den was unusually silent and still when Endymion crossed the natural threshold. He thought, perhaps, that most of the Shadows creatures would be out celebrating, or else playing in the snow. This supposition did nothing to prevent the Spaher from feeling odd as he moved through the warm expanse of the Central Cavern, noting the small flames purring and licking at the pallid logs clustered in the center of the room. The temperature was wonderful in comparison to the coldness outside, but Endymion moved on.
Border patrol was lonely work, but the amber wolf didn't mind. Unlike Fatin, social interaction often made him slightly uncomfortable. That's not to say he was a recluse; he enjoyed the company of his family and friends as much as anyone would. Yet, he lacked the grace and sangfroid his mother owned, and instead had a certain knack for tripping over his own feet. So, consequentially, the pirate-son kept mostly to himself. However, this unexpected dreariness upon entering his home was nothing he was thankful for. The russet young man frowned as he moved through the stony corridor, a strange loneliness setting in. He felt like a ghost.
Moving deeper into the cavern, where the darkness grew steadier and the heat from the natural foyer dissipated, Endymion finally came upon the sharp right which led to the Commons. Soft candlelight flickered from inside, and as he turned the corner, he was taken by surprise yet again. A man, someone he had never met, occupied the room. The light from the candle cast strange shadows on his somewhat familiar face, throwing his features into harsh relief. Then the stranger's scent hit Endymion, and the young man ceased walking abruptly. Though the properties of the scent deviated from him, the most astounding quality Endymion noticed was of Salvaged Eternity. The Spaher could not see the stranger's eyes.
He is dead! This echoed harshly within the wolf's head; even reason's voice had a hint of hysteria. Fatin had told him, upon first arriving, that the green-eyed monster had been finished. Then, who was this before him? Endymion swallowed. "What—" began the amber wolf awkwardly. "What are you doing?"