There's more to find
05-24-2015, 12:31 PM
And yet you are not
The Serpent moved easily throughout the lands, his initial destination unknown, though now purpose driven for another. He had arrived firstly in the North, returning to unclaimed lands that had once been an empire that had evidently fallen. It seemed to him, his grandfather wasn't as great a ruler as he made himself appear to be. However, Enigma couldn't go based solely on rumors. He didn't know his Grandfather nor his other kin, and knew only what his Father had told him. He remembered when he was very young, Sin telling him of the Glaciem Empire. How Isardis ruled with an iron fist...until he became to weak to keep a hold on it, thus giving it to another who also failed to keep her grip. He scoffed. Was his lineage really that weak? Or just liked to throw their weight around because they could? His own father had left on a journey to find whatever it was he sought, and that he'd be back. Well...Enigma was still waiting. As for his mother and his other siblings, it seemed they too had dispersed into the winds, Enigma doing the same. And yet, it should not have been at such a young age. But it bothered him little, because they would all eventually reunite better and stronger then ever! He couldn't wait for that day.
Skillfully weaving his way across the land, The winds picked up and blew snow across his fur. He wasn't expecting a blizzard, but who knew in these parts. He was moving opposite the direction of another, and he would not know it until a gust of wind carried to him, an unfamiliar scent on his backside. Stopping, he turned his gaze towards the Northern point, amber eyes narrowing as he tried to attain a better view. Seeing nothing, he'd continue a few more paces until the scent hit again. This time, however, he'd change his direction to angle towards wherever the scent came from. Enigma's deep amber eyes splicing through the snow whipped winds. He would find his target, and he'd discover the source of the scent.
No less then an hour, he would find her. A black form pressed against the snow, fur ruffled by the winds that had dropped to a lighter caress. Curious as to who this creature was, he approached from behind on silent paws. The only giveaway to any other creature were the few black and brown markings on pristine white pelt. "My, what are you doing out here alone?" He'd rumble. He stood a few feet behind her, head high and tail level with his body. Legs spread apart, his voice a low drawl and his eyes betraying little to none of the curiosity he held before.
The Serpent moved easily throughout the lands, his initial destination unknown, though now purpose driven for another. He had arrived firstly in the North, returning to unclaimed lands that had once been an empire that had evidently fallen. It seemed to him, his grandfather wasn't as great a ruler as he made himself appear to be. However, Enigma couldn't go based solely on rumors. He didn't know his Grandfather nor his other kin, and knew only what his Father had told him. He remembered when he was very young, Sin telling him of the Glaciem Empire. How Isardis ruled with an iron fist...until he became to weak to keep a hold on it, thus giving it to another who also failed to keep her grip. He scoffed. Was his lineage really that weak? Or just liked to throw their weight around because they could? His own father had left on a journey to find whatever it was he sought, and that he'd be back. Well...Enigma was still waiting. As for his mother and his other siblings, it seemed they too had dispersed into the winds, Enigma doing the same. And yet, it should not have been at such a young age. But it bothered him little, because they would all eventually reunite better and stronger then ever! He couldn't wait for that day.
Skillfully weaving his way across the land, The winds picked up and blew snow across his fur. He wasn't expecting a blizzard, but who knew in these parts. He was moving opposite the direction of another, and he would not know it until a gust of wind carried to him, an unfamiliar scent on his backside. Stopping, he turned his gaze towards the Northern point, amber eyes narrowing as he tried to attain a better view. Seeing nothing, he'd continue a few more paces until the scent hit again. This time, however, he'd change his direction to angle towards wherever the scent came from. Enigma's deep amber eyes splicing through the snow whipped winds. He would find his target, and he'd discover the source of the scent.
No less then an hour, he would find her. A black form pressed against the snow, fur ruffled by the winds that had dropped to a lighter caress. Curious as to who this creature was, he approached from behind on silent paws. The only giveaway to any other creature were the few black and brown markings on pristine white pelt. "My, what are you doing out here alone?" He'd rumble. He stood a few feet behind her, head high and tail level with his body. Legs spread apart, his voice a low drawl and his eyes betraying little to none of the curiosity he held before.
