Pride is a Weapon

*Xephyris* · 09-06-2016, 12:00 AM

The north was a great place to spend time this summer - even here it was much warmer than usual, but there was still a refreshing coolness to the breeze. It was early morning, and the sun was still low in the sky, Xephyris' favourite time of the day. He'd already been on the move for some time, since the sun had begun to peek over the horizon. Now he'd come to this fascinating place, where the shrubs seemed to grow in very particular pattern, causing him to wonder why. He wasn't normally very interested in the land and exploring new things, but since he wasn't chained anywhere at the moment, he was busying himself visiting unfamiliar territory and getting better acquainted with the very different places that Ardent had to offer.

Coming to a peculiar raise in the ground that seemed to form into a small, volcano-shaped structure, the silver-eyed man examined it cautiously. Steam billowed up from the rocky structure. He had seen the volcano in the east, and he knew its dangers. But what were the risks involved with this tiny replica of the burning mountain? It smelled different, not like burning shrubs and ash, and he couldn't feel heat radiating from it, like the intense scorching heat waves that rose up from the volcano. He clambered up the stony edge, and then reared up to place his forepaws on the upper edge of the geyser. It was a small structure compared to the burning mountain, but it was still a fair size. Peering closer, all he could see was steam, and it seemed like there was only hot water here. Like some sort of hot spring, but it was much, much too hot to dip in to. Shrugging, he pulled away and placed his paws back down, seating himself on a stone ledge as he let his eyes scan his surroundings from a slightly higher place, wondering what he would do with the rest of his day.

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