HELVEGEN

The morning air was still and silence. Winter was beginning to make its impending arrival known, as the air temperature dropped, even in the western part of the continent. A chill hung heavy in the atmosphere as Kapras?us wandered, his mind drifting like the wind that floated past quietly. What a fitting place this plain was known as -- the dancefloor of the gods. A snicker left his lips as his paws moved beneath him, marveling at how fitting the name was. The gods were certainly here with them, with Yfir and the Finnvis that remained in these lands.



But his attention shifted as he recalled his task at hand. He had been chosen as the one who would be mentoring Hypnos. Though he had never really been put in a teaching role, he couldn't deny that he was excited at the prospect of mentoring this young boy that he knew nothing about. Hypnos, his name was. Making his way toward the more central areas of Yfir's lands, Kapras?us would life his head to the sky, letting loose a haunting call for the one he was supposed to teach. In an effort to appease Katja, he had yet to ingest any psychedelic substances today and his mind was crisp, his body alert. However, what exactly he would be teaching the boy was undecided..