Nocturnal magic

Just as he had hoped, the sight of the glowing runestones brought a gaps of wonder and amazement from his adventurous little sister. A happy grin spread across Artorias' lips as the two Carpathian wolves came closer to the circle of mystical glowing rocks to investigate them further. All around them, the air seemed to glow and hum with an invisible energy, almost like the air held a hint of electricity to it, the way the world felt right before a thunderstorm. Bowen studied one of the closer rock pillars while Artorias came to join her at her side, a curious tilt to his head while he examined the unidentifiable symbols and markings carved deep into the rock's formidable surface. The light they gave off, while faint, was enough to surround the entire clearing in an ethereal blue glow that made Bowen's pale fur practically glow and also brought out the richer blue tones in his coat as well. Everything about this place felt like it had been pulled straight from a fairytale or myth.

Bowen mused about what caused them to glow and Art rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I don't know. To be honest, I was half expecting the stories to be made up, but here they are, glowing like fireflies." One of the dire brute's giant paws lifted to slowly trail his digits along the edge of one of the glowing runes. They didn't feel any different from a regular rock, despite their otherworldly glow. Hearing Bowen call them beautiful brought another content smile to her brother's lips. "They are beautiful. I'm glad I didn't waste your time dragging you all the way down here for them to be regular old rocks," he remarked with a rumbling chuckle. His tail also began to wag behind him, the bushy appendage occasionally brushing against Bowen's flowing tail in the grass. Keeping his paw on the runestone, Artorias glanced down at Bowen by his side. She looked a million times better than before... like she had been reborn a whole new fae.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"