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Pontifex I

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06-27-2013, 05:43 PM

Winter was slowly loosening its grasp on the lands of Alacritia. The bitter wind that was a usual during the winter nights had lost much of its bite, not more of a chill rather than a frosty nip. Plant life was beginning to surface, slowly but surely. Spring was on the verge of coming. It was heavy in the air, just waiting until mother nature dropped her wintery grip so it could come back in full force, breathing life back into the lands. The wintery breezes tumbled through the area, ruffling the two-toned fur of the Seracian Esquire. Not much was going on Seracia, a relative calm having settled over his new home and so the knight had felt comfortable enough to be able to wander away for a bit, just get to know the area around his new home better. He was a warrior now; he had to be familiar with territory surrounding Seracia. At any moment a war could break out and he needed to know what areas would be best to evacuate to. It was worst case scenario and could possibly never happen, but it was better to be safe than sorry.


After having scouted the area practically the entire day, the knight had found his way towards the last unexplored territory. By that time the sun had set behind the mountains, taking with it the brilliant sunrays only to be replaced by the luminescent light of the pale moon hovering in the darkened skies. His golden eyes had no problem piercing the darkness with the limited amount of light. He could see the giant willow looming before him, its branches hanging down like scraggly limbs, their tips nearly brushing the earth. Pontifex padded through the hanging limbs, nosing them out of his way gently, gaze traveling across the broad visage of the timber. It was massive and absolutely beautiful. He had never seen anything like it before in his life. He approached the trunk, in awe at its sheer size. Surely this had been around for a really long time. Right foreleg was lifted as he placed his paw on the closest part of the trunk, gazing up at its limbs. This was a calm place, very quiet and peaceful. A place he hoped would never have to experience the horrors of war or plagues.




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