08-27-2008, 11:11 PM
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While Dohi had always been able to access that inner calm, Itsihnalv had always managed to avoid doing so. It seemed to be in his nature to be chaotic, and he almost seemed to like it that way. He let his emotions take sway of him far too often, which was often what Uguna had been telling him to improve on. His badger guide had wanted nothing but to improve his character, but Itsi hadn’t really been complying so far. There was just a chord in the youth that liked living a little more wild than usual. Each to his own, he would always say.
The agouti wolf had seen the pathway to the Pirata Grotto fill up with water while observing the coast a few days ago, and had set aside this time today to go and investigate. He had entered in the cavern before his brother (of course not knowing he would be there), and busy set to looking around. He was first startled by the almost luminescent blue water, though this was a small shock compared to what awaited him further in side. His jaw hit the floor when he saw the stranded pirate ship, lying in tatters while skewered in several places by the rocks surrounding the grotto. A fiery passion for exploring lit up inside Itsihnalv’s heart, and he started to wade toward the monolith immediately.
He was mid-way up the rocks leading to the ship when a sharply familiar smell wafted to him, carried by the strange and unpredictable winds of the area. His dark eyes sought out Dohi, as he could identify him immediately by the smell, and he waved to his brother tentatively. Dohi was one who he had tried to distance himself furthest from in his more moody months of travel, as his brother’s peace was a little painful on the side of the more chaotic brother. “Dohi,” he ended up calling, waving once more. “Nice to see you here as well.” Now they were only missing his sister, Uwoduhi…