02-12-2008, 03:48 PM
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It was odd how the wolves who were actually native to the lands couldn’t appreciate their home as much as those who came in from other areas. Perhaps the old adage about the grass being greener on the other side was true. “Appealing” was a completely subjective concept after all, and the Alpha of Storm had never ever heard one of the wolves who grew up here describe their fellow valley-dwellers that way. Of course, one Kieran spent some time in Bleeding Souls and realized just how many delinquents and murderers also lived in the valley, he would probably stop using that word himself. Phoenix was just glad that fate had directed him to Chimera or Clouded Tears… or even Jaded Shadows. While the Shadowland’s leaders were themselves not depraved, they’d shown a bad habit of turning a blind eye to such behavior. But even the lands were as radically diverse as the inhabitants. There were places of wonder and places of fright, areas that seemed to emanate with sadness and places of such beauty that would cheer up even the most depressed being. He hadn’t even been everywhere in the valley. The idea was to pace himself so he wouldn’t run out of new places to explore during his hopefully long life here. The human city was the place he came to most frequently, perhaps, but this artificial world could not compare to the natural beauty of the unpaved-over lands. “I ain’t sure,” he answered quite unhelpfully. “You been to th’Crystal Caves yet? It’s this strange cave… when th’ sun hits it jus’ right in th’ afternoon, th’ place comes alive with different colored lights. There’s also th’Traquil Springs up north, but those’re hard t’find.” All things considered, Phoenix was still much of a homebody. He preferred to stay at home with the comfort of his loved ones rather than have an adventure in some unclaimed territory. |