death is always the winner
pandora
Pandora
Advanced Fighter (100)
Advanced Intellectual (85)
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
0
0
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
07-03-2019, 10:05 AM
It had been a very long time since she had last seen her brother. Her family had split apart at the seams, most lost to each other after the tragedies that befell their kingdom but even so, the priestess survived and continued on. She searched for her siblings. The remainder of her family. Met interesting wolves in the process and may have even tricked a few into thinking they could conquer, and a couple who actually could. Everyone needed that little push, and she did just that.
She wandered Auster for what seemed like months, and today she weaved her way through the bamboo maze that was no more than a twisted wall on the outside. She had learned that there was no way to cut straight through with the bamboo too thick to chew through without breaking teeth and she didn't have the tool to hack her way through, either.
The gods, however, had a plan in store for her today. The smell of sickness and rotting meat weaves its way towards her and although she was disgusted by the smell, she was curious as to what it might be. If it were a dead wolf, she'd do the courteous thing and bury it. If it were the smell of infection that was killing its victim, perhaps she'd do the merciful thing. What she saw she was unprepared for. Lying in filth and appearing like a skeleton was her beloved brother. She stopped in her tracks, bi-colored gaze staring at him as if to ensure it was really him and not some trick of her mind.
"Hannibal?" Her piebald brothers eyes were closed, his back a bloody and scabby mess and he looked absolutely nothing like the way her memory had preserved him.
She wandered Auster for what seemed like months, and today she weaved her way through the bamboo maze that was no more than a twisted wall on the outside. She had learned that there was no way to cut straight through with the bamboo too thick to chew through without breaking teeth and she didn't have the tool to hack her way through, either.
The gods, however, had a plan in store for her today. The smell of sickness and rotting meat weaves its way towards her and although she was disgusted by the smell, she was curious as to what it might be. If it were a dead wolf, she'd do the courteous thing and bury it. If it were the smell of infection that was killing its victim, perhaps she'd do the merciful thing. What she saw she was unprepared for. Lying in filth and appearing like a skeleton was her beloved brother. She stopped in her tracks, bi-colored gaze staring at him as if to ensure it was really him and not some trick of her mind.
"Hannibal?" Her piebald brothers eyes were closed, his back a bloody and scabby mess and he looked absolutely nothing like the way her memory had preserved him.