Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Apr 8, 2011 23:58:07 GMT -5
As if to spite them, winter’s reign lasted particularly late into the year. Whether it was due to Siveria feeling particular bold this season, or to Rhain’s emotional turmoil, or to generate the sheer ironic contrast between the fires of hell and the chill of ice was beyond anyone’s comprehension. But, luckily, even the seemingly impossible reincarnation could not halt the forces of nature. The buds of coiled tendrils ripened in preparation for bloom, and the snow—though still present—made a slight retreat.
Most importantly, a young pup, or a mischievous pair of them, could now run away from home without freezing the pads of their paws to the ground.
“…but… Dad and Mum are gonna kill us…”
Their gait slowed, the apparent leader of the two giving a huff of disapproval, while privately drinking in this opportunity for rest. He sat, eyeing his brother, and releasing another huff from somewhere in his throat. “Stop being such a wimp, Imhotep. C’mon—Hatshepsut is on guard duty. She’ll cover for us!”
“Yeah, right… she’ll just follow us later. You know she will.”
“Nuh-uh, this is important. Aken’s with her, anyway. Think, Imhotep… these are our sisters we’re talking about!” The larger of the two wrinkled his features, as if ashamed of his brother’s cowardice. “It’s up to us to get them back. We’ll be heroes!”
“If we’re not dead first.”
“Psht.” He stood on all fours, trotting ahead of Imhotep with the cream tip of his tail waving in the air. “I could take on a dozen of those mangy Bloodies with a paw tied behind my—” With a yipe, the russet pup tripped over an overgrown root, tumbling through a thicket and into the pebbles along the shore. He coughed, peering around frantically as if searching for an enemy, only to have his eyes focus, at long last, on the colossal spectacle of Twilight Lake.
“Ramses! Are you okay?” The scarlet-cream male slipped carefully from the brush, only to stare in awe, as with his sibling, at his first big discovery.
“I bet a bajillion wolves could fit in there,” Ramses whispered, getting to his paws. He approaching the shore, experimentally dipping his paw into the wealth of the lake, and jumping back at its cold embrace. “It bit me!”[/i]
“It can’t bite you,” Imhotep muttered, daintily touching his nose to the chilled surface. “I… I think we’re outside of the Destinian land now. The lake is sort of neutral, I think…”
“But we don’t want neutral—we want Blood Mist.” Ramses snorted determinedly. “Let’s find someone and ask for directions!”
“…what? Wait, Ramses—“ But his brother was already running ahead of him, searching for someone to interrogate. Not that two young pups prancing about all alone in the middle of nowhere and asking about the location of reincarnated demons was anything conspicuous.
Most importantly, a young pup, or a mischievous pair of them, could now run away from home without freezing the pads of their paws to the ground.
“…but… Dad and Mum are gonna kill us…”
Their gait slowed, the apparent leader of the two giving a huff of disapproval, while privately drinking in this opportunity for rest. He sat, eyeing his brother, and releasing another huff from somewhere in his throat. “Stop being such a wimp, Imhotep. C’mon—Hatshepsut is on guard duty. She’ll cover for us!”
“Yeah, right… she’ll just follow us later. You know she will.”
“Nuh-uh, this is important. Aken’s with her, anyway. Think, Imhotep… these are our sisters we’re talking about!” The larger of the two wrinkled his features, as if ashamed of his brother’s cowardice. “It’s up to us to get them back. We’ll be heroes!”
“If we’re not dead first.”
“Psht.” He stood on all fours, trotting ahead of Imhotep with the cream tip of his tail waving in the air. “I could take on a dozen of those mangy Bloodies with a paw tied behind my—” With a yipe, the russet pup tripped over an overgrown root, tumbling through a thicket and into the pebbles along the shore. He coughed, peering around frantically as if searching for an enemy, only to have his eyes focus, at long last, on the colossal spectacle of Twilight Lake.
“Ramses! Are you okay?” The scarlet-cream male slipped carefully from the brush, only to stare in awe, as with his sibling, at his first big discovery.
“I bet a bajillion wolves could fit in there,” Ramses whispered, getting to his paws. He approaching the shore, experimentally dipping his paw into the wealth of the lake, and jumping back at its cold embrace. “It bit me!”[/i]
“It can’t bite you,” Imhotep muttered, daintily touching his nose to the chilled surface. “I… I think we’re outside of the Destinian land now. The lake is sort of neutral, I think…”
“But we don’t want neutral—we want Blood Mist.” Ramses snorted determinedly. “Let’s find someone and ask for directions!”
“…what? Wait, Ramses—“ But his brother was already running ahead of him, searching for someone to interrogate. Not that two young pups prancing about all alone in the middle of nowhere and asking about the location of reincarnated demons was anything conspicuous.
"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
