06-18-2008, 04:51 AM
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Dark shadows swept across the northern face of the mountain, creeping like tendrils across it's newly dead face. The moon hung low in the sky, beginning it's long trek back down beneath the horizon. It would be a few hours before morning arrived, and within the few hours the thick gray clouds would mask the brilliance of the moon, casting blankets of darkness over the lands in long frames of time. Soot and brush from dead tree's made the northern face of the mountain almost impossible to see, laying over the rocky surface in thick layers, easily masking scents with the thick aroma that came from it all. It was beneath the moon and the clouds, over soot and ash, that the Nothing girl traveled. Veiled beneath a blanket of darkness, snaking her way up the smallest portion of the mountain. She had been instructed to return to Bleeding Souls, to seek out a man named Gabriel de le Poer and to deliver to him a message. Much to Dhalia's surprise, Bleeding Souls was no more. Burned to the ground. Her travels had quickly taken her to the south west, to the mountain, where she could only assume that the residents of the obliterated lands had fled. Her nose curled in disgust at the feeling of the soot clinging to her, clumping across her paw pads in a mixture of moisture and dirt. Soon enough the lands began to change, slowly becoming more lush and green, until the point that she was finally surrounded by forest. The grasses played well getting the soot and dirt from her paws as she continued on her way, weaving in and out of trees. The young red female kept going until the point that she met a rocky jut out from the side of the mountain, just large enough to hold her. Stepping out across it, she stood at the very edge, icy eyes cast out across the lands that she would soon be descending in to. This should prove to be interesting... |