Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Apr 24, 2009 19:34:13 GMT -5
A pebble from Burning Peak: Komi had said, and then: a feather from a raven.
The wolf stalks across the slightly familiar landscape, a sense of deja vu. He has been here before, meeting a she-wolf, Honey Flower... or something, was her name. He isn't quite sure. The she-wolf had been nice enough. His tail flicks and he lowers his gaze to the floor below him, searching for a pebble. Komi hadn't specifically requested a certain pebble, so any should do. This land is scarce of life, and the chances of finding a raven feather, let alone any feather, is slim. But perhaps luck would side with him. His paws carry him on, and he looks up, stretching his neck. He blows out a puff of smoke, with a little fire. He stares at a pebble, and is turns blackened by fire. Wait. Pebble. The first item of his quest. Hastily moving over to the pebble that he had singed, he picks it up in his teeth, wincing from the taste of burnt stone. Ahead of him is a feather, black as night, glistening on the molten rock. A raven's feather? He moves forward, but his body creates a breeze as he moves forward, and the feather is lifted away on the wind. Bad luck. He'll have to go elsewhere. He groans, but then realizes that he has completed the first part of his quest. Find a pebble. Check.
The wolf stalks across the slightly familiar landscape, a sense of deja vu. He has been here before, meeting a she-wolf, Honey Flower... or something, was her name. He isn't quite sure. The she-wolf had been nice enough. His tail flicks and he lowers his gaze to the floor below him, searching for a pebble. Komi hadn't specifically requested a certain pebble, so any should do. This land is scarce of life, and the chances of finding a raven feather, let alone any feather, is slim. But perhaps luck would side with him. His paws carry him on, and he looks up, stretching his neck. He blows out a puff of smoke, with a little fire. He stares at a pebble, and is turns blackened by fire. Wait. Pebble. The first item of his quest. Hastily moving over to the pebble that he had singed, he picks it up in his teeth, wincing from the taste of burnt stone. Ahead of him is a feather, black as night, glistening on the molten rock. A raven's feather? He moves forward, but his body creates a breeze as he moves forward, and the feather is lifted away on the wind. Bad luck. He'll have to go elsewhere. He groans, but then realizes that he has completed the first part of his quest. Find a pebble. Check.
