The thunder rolls

Sorcerer has been roaming, trying to remember his life and who he is. His paws carry him to places his mind cannot remember as he searches for clues in every place he goes. A storm is building, sending wind to cause the long branches of the willows to dance around his black and white form. Thunder rumbles as the dark clouds above threaten to unleash the rain that boils in their belly. The wind shifts, bring new scents to his nose and Sore stops in his tracks.

While the coming storm dampens many scents, it is difficult to miss the heavy musk of a grizzly bear. That, along with the scent of a familiar wolf, has the man turning to run so he may aid whomever might be in trouble. His paws are light as he races across the land of willows, his steps making no sound as thunder rolls around him. Sorcerer arrives on the scene, coming up behind the large ursine and wolf. An earthen male has the bear’s attention and, without stopping, he boldly enters the fray.

Lithe form darts forward, coming up behind the grizzly until he is behind its right back leg. Teeth strike out, clamping down on the fur and fat that surrounds the ankle joint of the creature. With a snarl, he twists his head, popping the joint with ease. The grizzly roars as lightening rents the air and rain begins to fall in a heavy sheet. Thunder booms as loud as cannons as he dances away from a paw that seeks his head, his body seemingly knowing what to do without him having to tell it. Violet eyes flick to the stranger as he offers a smirk while readying to attack again.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"