04-26-2011, 10:09 PM
(located on the southern edge of Arachnea's Revenge about 5 miles outside of Dahlian Borders)
A few weeks had passed since the warrior of Dahlia had returned; so much had changed when he returned. Conor the pillar of the pack was no longer there, Bris and Eclipse where absent, and Nayru was now the young queen. Saluce put the spurs on his tall and menacing Shire horse, the black styled horse was a marvel of physical prowess and quite able to carry the massive wolf atop the saddle. The behemoth sat atop the horse in his full battle regalia. The plates of armor that where strapped around his shoulder, biceps, arms, chest, and legs proved suitable protection, without burdening him with too much weight. The spectacle was immense, the dark grey man clad in glinting armor with a great four foot long hammer hanging on his back. Vulcan, hung there in its splendid glory, with the inscription of purpose among the shaft and hammer. Saluce didn’t leave Dahlian lands dressed in such a manner unless it was for purpose, either to inspire fear, or for the practical use of warding off some foe.
Saluce sat there a few moments, his purpose clear, his mission was to find Eclipse wherever she maybe and return her to Dahlia and her mother. Secondary to that was to find Conor, hopefully both and if some Demon had taken the man’s mind and replaced him with malice, then Saluce would make sure the man rested at peace. Conor’s betrayal of Dahlia had ran deep, there were plenty of people who could have helped him, whatever it was that was troubling the man couldn’t be so bad that he’d run out of Dahlia tail tucked. Even if Haku was a monster, it didn’t mean Conor would be. The behemoth scratched his forehead idly, across the immense scar that started from the top of his right eye and wrapped over the top of head to the back, cutting a swath of exposed skin where his fur had not grown in.
Today he started his journey, and he would not rest until answers where accomplished.
A few weeks had passed since the warrior of Dahlia had returned; so much had changed when he returned. Conor the pillar of the pack was no longer there, Bris and Eclipse where absent, and Nayru was now the young queen. Saluce put the spurs on his tall and menacing Shire horse, the black styled horse was a marvel of physical prowess and quite able to carry the massive wolf atop the saddle. The behemoth sat atop the horse in his full battle regalia. The plates of armor that where strapped around his shoulder, biceps, arms, chest, and legs proved suitable protection, without burdening him with too much weight. The spectacle was immense, the dark grey man clad in glinting armor with a great four foot long hammer hanging on his back. Vulcan, hung there in its splendid glory, with the inscription of purpose among the shaft and hammer. Saluce didn’t leave Dahlian lands dressed in such a manner unless it was for purpose, either to inspire fear, or for the practical use of warding off some foe.
Saluce sat there a few moments, his purpose clear, his mission was to find Eclipse wherever she maybe and return her to Dahlia and her mother. Secondary to that was to find Conor, hopefully both and if some Demon had taken the man’s mind and replaced him with malice, then Saluce would make sure the man rested at peace. Conor’s betrayal of Dahlia had ran deep, there were plenty of people who could have helped him, whatever it was that was troubling the man couldn’t be so bad that he’d run out of Dahlia tail tucked. Even if Haku was a monster, it didn’t mean Conor would be. The behemoth scratched his forehead idly, across the immense scar that started from the top of his right eye and wrapped over the top of head to the back, cutting a swath of exposed skin where his fur had not grown in.
Today he started his journey, and he would not rest until answers where accomplished.