by The Kingpin » Tue Mar 01, 2011 12:24 pm
The sun having finally fallen behind the horizon, darkness fell completely over Aster. Shiryaz had finally broken eye contact after a grueling 2 hours of staring, the falcon twittering in complaint that he had been beaten by the Dragon, Septimus smirking smugly as he sat silently by the fire, opening the satchel and pulling out a book on Arcane Arts which he had just acquired hours ago. Meanwhile Andruil cooked the now skinned and cleaned rabbits over the fire, the flames hissing as the rabbit's juices dripped into it's fiery midst. Furax had trundled over curiously, stopping at Septimus' side, giving him a sniff. the Dragon's eyes shifted to look at the animal, which stepped back nervously. Septimus craned his neck around, stretching it towards the stallion, giving him a sniff in response. curiosity spurred, the bay stallion took another sniff, Septimus chuckling in amusement, Furax stepping back, startled by the Dragon's voice. he returned to his reading.
Andruil meanwhile, was eying the river warily as he cooked the meal for the others. the moon's shattered reflection danced majestically on the water's surface,with a brightness the intensity of which seemed almost surreal. it looked like it could have been a full moon, but he felt none of the full moon's normal, overwhelming effects. as much as curiosity beckoned him to step towards the water and away from the shade of the canopy and look up, his fear of turning now prevented him. even though he had mostly learned to control the animal within, there were still moments where his control could slip. As the generations went, the effects of the Apothecaries and Mages weakened, the Beast's pounding on the padlocked gates of his mind slowly but steadily overpowering him, fighting for freedom tirelessly. He knew that eventually he would need to seek out Apothecaries and Mages the likes of which he had doubts still existed. Without it however, he knew that his bloodline probably had one or two generations left...before the blood of the Wolf would finally retake control. Who knew....perhaps even he would be reclaimed eventually. he shook the thoughts from his mind, turning to the work at hand...he could contemplate his inevitable return to the feral side after dinner was served...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG