Post by pyronian on May 2, 2012 19:58:38 GMT -5
[ Sorry about not getting around to doing anything earlier since my character was verified, but I've been preparing for AP Tests and my last week of high school track that could determine if i run in college. Anyway...]
Wind and snow whipped and howled around Ebathor as he made is way through a forest path to what seemed to be a lone mountain. Night was beginning to settle in as he traced the tracks that he had grown ever so familiar with over the past day or so. They were by far the largest wolf prints he had ever seen, and now they had led him through a treacherous forest to a mountain that stood guarded by some ancient archway. Curious he thought, I wonder what such a large wolf would be doing at such a strange place. Nothing about this place seems to indicate that anything or anyone would want to come here.
But the thrill of the hunt, and the prospect of losing such a valuable prize caused Ebathor to ignore his own thoughts. A mistake this would turn out to be. He crouched down in the snow examining the path that lay before him. Steps that disappeared into the blizzard that was growing ever more dangerous, lined on both sides by immense evergreens that would cloak anyone or anything that wished to remain hidden in their abyssal boughs. Knowing that what he searched for was likely waiting to ambush him he decided to string his bow now and placed his leather quiver over his robes that he had picked up when last in town.
When at last he was prepared, he breathed a deep sigh and began to climb. It must have been about his thousandth step when he heard a howling not quite of that which the wind and snow made. He tensed, loosed his hunting knife in his belt and knocked an arrow. Listening he tried to identify where the howling came from, this could be the precious moment he had trekked all this way for. Limbs snapped to his left and he whipped around, but just as he did so he saw something orange shoot across the path to his right. Quickly he twisted and drew his bow. A fox sat across from him, head cocked in curiosity at what this stranger was doing.
The fox ran up to Ebathor and rubbed against his pant legs before it began to run further up the stairs. Breathing a sigh of relief and heart beating fast, Ebathor gathered his wits and began to ascend after the fox. It is strange that this fox actually approached me he thought. He saw it again waiting for him several minutes later at what appeared to be level ground of some sort. Behind it appeared to be a temple of some sort and all around him was empty air. It seems I have reached the top and ave lost by trace. Stupid fox led be off the trail. Suddenly the fox ran off, then something hit Ebathor in the back.
He fell forward, but tucked and rolled while bring his bow back into firing position. A giant wolf leaped over him and straight into his line of fire. without hesitating Ebathor released his deadly arrow and it sank into the wolf's chest. The wolf staggered slightly, but then began another charge with its jaws gaping wide open. Instinctively, Ebathor stepped to the side, drawing his knife and slashed upwards. As the wolf barreled past the knife found its target and slit the wolf's neck.
Ebathor examined his new prize, definitely the monstrous wolf he had been tracking for the past day. His pride swelling he thought There is nothing the spirits could possibly do to make this day greater.
Wind and snow whipped and howled around Ebathor as he made is way through a forest path to what seemed to be a lone mountain. Night was beginning to settle in as he traced the tracks that he had grown ever so familiar with over the past day or so. They were by far the largest wolf prints he had ever seen, and now they had led him through a treacherous forest to a mountain that stood guarded by some ancient archway. Curious he thought, I wonder what such a large wolf would be doing at such a strange place. Nothing about this place seems to indicate that anything or anyone would want to come here.
But the thrill of the hunt, and the prospect of losing such a valuable prize caused Ebathor to ignore his own thoughts. A mistake this would turn out to be. He crouched down in the snow examining the path that lay before him. Steps that disappeared into the blizzard that was growing ever more dangerous, lined on both sides by immense evergreens that would cloak anyone or anything that wished to remain hidden in their abyssal boughs. Knowing that what he searched for was likely waiting to ambush him he decided to string his bow now and placed his leather quiver over his robes that he had picked up when last in town.
When at last he was prepared, he breathed a deep sigh and began to climb. It must have been about his thousandth step when he heard a howling not quite of that which the wind and snow made. He tensed, loosed his hunting knife in his belt and knocked an arrow. Listening he tried to identify where the howling came from, this could be the precious moment he had trekked all this way for. Limbs snapped to his left and he whipped around, but just as he did so he saw something orange shoot across the path to his right. Quickly he twisted and drew his bow. A fox sat across from him, head cocked in curiosity at what this stranger was doing.
The fox ran up to Ebathor and rubbed against his pant legs before it began to run further up the stairs. Breathing a sigh of relief and heart beating fast, Ebathor gathered his wits and began to ascend after the fox. It is strange that this fox actually approached me he thought. He saw it again waiting for him several minutes later at what appeared to be level ground of some sort. Behind it appeared to be a temple of some sort and all around him was empty air. It seems I have reached the top and ave lost by trace. Stupid fox led be off the trail. Suddenly the fox ran off, then something hit Ebathor in the back.
He fell forward, but tucked and rolled while bring his bow back into firing position. A giant wolf leaped over him and straight into his line of fire. without hesitating Ebathor released his deadly arrow and it sank into the wolf's chest. The wolf staggered slightly, but then began another charge with its jaws gaping wide open. Instinctively, Ebathor stepped to the side, drawing his knife and slashed upwards. As the wolf barreled past the knife found its target and slit the wolf's neck.
Ebathor examined his new prize, definitely the monstrous wolf he had been tracking for the past day. His pride swelling he thought There is nothing the spirits could possibly do to make this day greater.
