by Giratina93 » Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:23 pm
Akuro simply watched as the figure left, before the demon bent down and picked up the scroll in his jaws. So more knew of his presence than he had thought? This intrested the Kitsune. For his entire existance of over hundreds of years, few had known of his being, and even fewer knew of his name... which he perferred. This sudden rise in popularity was something he didn't feel comftorable with. He'd much perfer to remain in the shadows, reemaining in hiding while his plans worked themselves out... no matter. The wolf-like beast turned and headed off north, wondering what would be needed of him... Those few who knew of him perferred not to be aquainted with Akuro... and for good reason.
6 years ago. it was the middle of Winter, and most of Tristan was buried in snow, a rare occurance that only the oldest of th einhabitants had seen before. There was a deadly silence hanging over the city, as most people had gone indoors to stay home. Trajan wasn't the Emperor at this time, it was someone else. The city streets were empty, with no civilians, no guards, no soldiers, no horses, no children, no one at all out. The Dragon Riders had yet to arrive to clear the streets from the massive blanket of snow. The markets were closed down, and so was the local bank. The castle was shut up as usual, though there were no guards outside; they were all inside, staying warm. The swamps of Germania were also silent, with many of the local carnivores hibernating, especially the Zeuglodonts, which were encased in ice, waiting for spring to arrive, so that they could thaw out. All in all, it was an eerie silence spread all across Tristan and the surrounding swamps... except, for the sound of laughter, which was ringing out from one of the parks in Tristan...
The Soldiers looked around, their faces showing the fear they had as the creatures went after the light. A few soldiers, realizing something, prepared their torches. These few were from the fire division of the Germanian forces, one of the more obscure military forces. They lit their torches on fire, then began to wave them figuring that the creatures feared the light. If that was the case, then perhaps...
On the otherside of the wall, Thems raised up one of her 8 heads. The noise caused by the creatures had awoken her from her slumber, and she was hungry. THe serpent hissed as she began to slither toward the scent of the creatures, her steel-like hide brushing up against trees and bushes...

All hail the glory that is Tenshi, the Sunkern!