05-14-2011, 10:31 PM
(couldn't resist the title)
He had put this off for long enough. The trip had almost not started as he had met a freakishly scared boy as quickly as he had left Dahlia. This trip though had a purpose; he’d seek out Conor, and maybe put an end to his suffering, or drive him further away. For now he wasn’t sure, but after this trip was finished, he’d have a better idea he supposed. And what better place to visit on a wonderful spring day than Inferni, because to understand the soul line, he’d have to seek out those who had seen his father’s butchery first hand. It would take probably all the restraint he had not to piss off the coyote clan, with any luck he’d be able to walk from their lands neutral to them, most likely he feared that just by mentioning his name he’d become an enemy. It was a risk he’d take, and he’d take the heat if he had to. It wasn’t just for him, but for Nayru and the others. Closure was something they needed, whether or not they knew this or not.
Finally he reached the borders, eyes noticed the skulls, similar to the one Talitha had given a few days earlier to Nayru. Saluce sat atop his horse, donned with his armor plating, and with his great hammer Vulcan on his back, he through back his head and gave a long grand howl to announce a wolf at the borders. Charlemagne snorted afterwards in disgust, he hated this foolishness but didn’t have much choice the matter.
Saluce sat there, a bit nervous but awaiting whomever answered the call.
He had put this off for long enough. The trip had almost not started as he had met a freakishly scared boy as quickly as he had left Dahlia. This trip though had a purpose; he’d seek out Conor, and maybe put an end to his suffering, or drive him further away. For now he wasn’t sure, but after this trip was finished, he’d have a better idea he supposed. And what better place to visit on a wonderful spring day than Inferni, because to understand the soul line, he’d have to seek out those who had seen his father’s butchery first hand. It would take probably all the restraint he had not to piss off the coyote clan, with any luck he’d be able to walk from their lands neutral to them, most likely he feared that just by mentioning his name he’d become an enemy. It was a risk he’d take, and he’d take the heat if he had to. It wasn’t just for him, but for Nayru and the others. Closure was something they needed, whether or not they knew this or not.
Finally he reached the borders, eyes noticed the skulls, similar to the one Talitha had given a few days earlier to Nayru. Saluce sat atop his horse, donned with his armor plating, and with his great hammer Vulcan on his back, he through back his head and gave a long grand howl to announce a wolf at the borders. Charlemagne snorted afterwards in disgust, he hated this foolishness but didn’t have much choice the matter.
Saluce sat there, a bit nervous but awaiting whomever answered the call.