Pack of Sere'ne
Cursed to inhabit the land of purgatory, where those who weaseled past hell's clutches burn.
"Are they awake? Oh, Fros'son, I can't bear to avert my stare!" It's the first echo that reverbs across the cavities of your ears; a shrill voice, dramatized and oozing with a jesting, unserious nature. The rhyme was nothing more than just the start, accompanied with a chortle that danced within the individual's chest... Perhaps it angered the next, thistley voice, as it snapped to interrupt the other's childish banter with a bay.
"Silence yourself-- heavens above, Yaws-- you foolish phantom! You know nothing of this event: a new spirit in Sere'ne after lord knows how long... we need Pequi here-- all the other heralds, at that!" A thump rippled through the ground, evident to be a stamp of a wolf's hind leg. The frustration and impatience were incomprehensible in the state you were positioned, with such weakness pummeling each muscle of your form to an exhausted pulp... who were these wolves? Better question yet:
Where were you?
Whilst you fluttered your eyes to open, widened with investigation, a third, booming voice hushed the other two, now bickering ones. It posted its authority in the atmosphere, and you would've mistaken such for thunder had there not been a growl following it.
"Enough of this banter. Gather the oracles and convey the message; a new spirit is upon us." And, as if clockwork, the two dipped their heads into a bow, parroting each other with a chirp and rumble, respectively, of agreement. A mumble sounded in the backdrop as the duo padded to their task, yet that was not your subject of focus.
Maybe the wolf looming you read your mind, or maybe it was a byproduct of the experience grizzling his whiskers, aged to polish his ability to detect you in the fashion you may a scent trail. Despite the root of it, he conducted a statement with a bolded purpose, proceeding.
"I am Sorisi Lu'Nar. You shall address me without the formality, and call me Lu'Nar. You must've fallen from your realm, no? In other terms: you have passed, and your spirit borders upon the edge of heaven and hell." You caught the grace of his figure, now, craned to shadow you in your entirety. His paw drifted ever so gingerly, the pad radiating such a luminescent vibrancy that it dazed your sights for a moment. Then, he grazed it upon your forehead, and the boundaries of the hollow den you laid in dimmed so you may only concentrate your gaze on Lu'Nar himself.
"This land has been cursed for season upon season, constantly shifting... constantly rushing and morphing beyond what it may have been the day before. Our pack is a coalition; we joined to escape the disasters of this terrain and the storm that terrorizes our barrier. You have questions, yes, and all will be answered in due time, but now, you will thrive."
"Welcome to Sere'ne."
"Are they awake? Oh, Fros'son, I can't bear to avert my stare!" It's the first echo that reverbs across the cavities of your ears; a shrill voice, dramatized and oozing with a jesting, unserious nature. The rhyme was nothing more than just the start, accompanied with a chortle that danced within the individual's chest... Perhaps it angered the next, thistley voice, as it snapped to interrupt the other's childish banter with a bay.
"Silence yourself-- heavens above, Yaws-- you foolish phantom! You know nothing of this event: a new spirit in Sere'ne after lord knows how long... we need Pequi here-- all the other heralds, at that!" A thump rippled through the ground, evident to be a stamp of a wolf's hind leg. The frustration and impatience were incomprehensible in the state you were positioned, with such weakness pummeling each muscle of your form to an exhausted pulp... who were these wolves? Better question yet:
Where were you?
Whilst you fluttered your eyes to open, widened with investigation, a third, booming voice hushed the other two, now bickering ones. It posted its authority in the atmosphere, and you would've mistaken such for thunder had there not been a growl following it.
"Enough of this banter. Gather the oracles and convey the message; a new spirit is upon us." And, as if clockwork, the two dipped their heads into a bow, parroting each other with a chirp and rumble, respectively, of agreement. A mumble sounded in the backdrop as the duo padded to their task, yet that was not your subject of focus.
Maybe the wolf looming you read your mind, or maybe it was a byproduct of the experience grizzling his whiskers, aged to polish his ability to detect you in the fashion you may a scent trail. Despite the root of it, he conducted a statement with a bolded purpose, proceeding.
"I am Sorisi Lu'Nar. You shall address me without the formality, and call me Lu'Nar. You must've fallen from your realm, no? In other terms: you have passed, and your spirit borders upon the edge of heaven and hell." You caught the grace of his figure, now, craned to shadow you in your entirety. His paw drifted ever so gingerly, the pad radiating such a luminescent vibrancy that it dazed your sights for a moment. Then, he grazed it upon your forehead, and the boundaries of the hollow den you laid in dimmed so you may only concentrate your gaze on Lu'Nar himself.
"This land has been cursed for season upon season, constantly shifting... constantly rushing and morphing beyond what it may have been the day before. Our pack is a coalition; we joined to escape the disasters of this terrain and the storm that terrorizes our barrier. You have questions, yes, and all will be answered in due time, but now, you will thrive."
"Welcome to Sere'ne."
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