Dear No One
01-29-2014, 02:22 AM
Rumor had it that wolves bearing crosses on their left shoulders had been seen around these parts and Pulsus was on a silent mission; he was going to find his kin. His adopted mother had told him about the Black Legion, the wolves that were his family. The ones who were also born with the strange cross symbol like his own. She didn't know much about who his family was, just that they all bore the mark like his. But the one thing she did know was that they had left him to die. Whether it was because they believed him to be dead upon birth or because they hadn't wanted him, his mother had only known that he had been left out alone. No one had come to claim him and so his adopted mother had taken him in and raised him as her own. But an illness had taken her from him, leaving the man alone. Alone, but with one goal in mind; meet these wolves that were his so-called family. And so Pulsus arrived in the strange land in search of others like him, but so far he hadn't stumbled across any. Half of him expected to run into other Black wolves as soon as he set paw in the strange land, but as he moved deeper into the land, the realization that his expectations were a bit high settled in rather abruptly. The ecosystems in this land were more diverse than he had seen in any other place before. It went from cold, to hot, to moist and humid in what felt like minutes. The ghostly ivory man wasn't used to such diverse weather, but he had a feeling that he would be spending quite some time in this place. Bi-colored gaze of ice and amethyst would move along the mist that had begun to envelop him, spotting a few spots of emerald which signaled the growth of plants. Whether poisonous or not he wouldn't know, but he would take caution to steer clear of them. Better to be safe than sorry. His slightly longer than normal tail would sweep the ground behind him, draping behind his hocks, sooty and ghostly ears rotating this way and that. The only sounds he could hear where the only soft echoes of his paws, the brushing of his tail and the displacement of pebbles as he padded along. The mist wasn't particularly thick, but it was thick enough that it made visibility a bit difficult, though not enough that Pulsus wasn't able to spot a formation of what looked to be boulders up ahead. He would maneuver his way through the mist, curious gaze following the shapes of the boulders as they came into clear view, noticing that they were placed in a particular pattern, forming what appeared to be a circle. He'd certainly never seen anything like this before, of that he was sure. The Black Man would walk into the middle of the circle, taking his time as he slowly spun around in a clock-wise direction, taking in each individual boulder. They all looked to be identical to one another, but he was looking at them from afar. Curiousity would gnaw at the man and he would move closer to one of the boulders, dual-colored gems running over the smooth surface of the rock, wondering how such a formation could've been formed, all the while his senses alert for the announcement of another creature's presence. Talk like this |