07-28-2011, 03:14 PM
A few days ago, Liam had met the interesting female, Ayasha. He'd wandered up further, a good long distance from his own pack lands. His pack lands were boring; the boy craved adventure. He wanted to learn by doing... not by reading and writing and painting and singing. Those were all boring. He wanted to be a warrior, not some lame craftsman. He wanted to fight, not to float along dreaming.
Those butterflies told him how. The black butterflies that whispered to him. They told him how he could become what he wanted to be. Fire and Ice. Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire..." His voice trailed off, seeing the wolf skulls mounted on poles. His ears flattened back as he'd realized where he was. Inferni. A place his father spoke of with something akin to fear.
There were stories Tal had told his son, stories of coyotes and their inherent cruelty. Stories of the destruction of Syemv, stories of the first Dahlian war. (Tal hadn't been around for the second one.)
The black butterflies rustled their satin wings, warning the boy in their dry voices to take heed of the warnings. Golden eyes stared up at the skulls. The one in particular he was staring at seemed smaller than the others, as if from a younger wolf instead of a full grown one. For only a moment, he thought he heard a young female speaking, begging for help. And then the dry whispers of the butterflies obscured it.
Liam blinked. Two parts fool, one part brave, he decided he wanted to explore deeper into the mystery of Inferni, and why they two canine species hated each other so much.
Those butterflies told him how. The black butterflies that whispered to him. They told him how he could become what he wanted to be. Fire and Ice. Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire..." His voice trailed off, seeing the wolf skulls mounted on poles. His ears flattened back as he'd realized where he was. Inferni. A place his father spoke of with something akin to fear.
There were stories Tal had told his son, stories of coyotes and their inherent cruelty. Stories of the destruction of Syemv, stories of the first Dahlian war. (Tal hadn't been around for the second one.)
The black butterflies rustled their satin wings, warning the boy in their dry voices to take heed of the warnings. Golden eyes stared up at the skulls. The one in particular he was staring at seemed smaller than the others, as if from a younger wolf instead of a full grown one. For only a moment, he thought he heard a young female speaking, begging for help. And then the dry whispers of the butterflies obscured it.
Liam blinked. Two parts fool, one part brave, he decided he wanted to explore deeper into the mystery of Inferni, and why they two canine species hated each other so much.