Post by Darkscale on May 8, 2009 22:07:47 GMT -6
Filtiarn
Filtiarn snorted out the dust that had collected in his nose..His coat was missing small patches of fur where the angry thorns of the gnarled trees had grabbed him. His feet were sore from hours of walking on pine cones and dry grass. This land was a waste land, devoid of most life because it was a death trap....Just how Filtiarn liked it. Padding his way down the steep sandbars, he lowered his head to get a drink, hoping he could reach the water with his tongue and not have to go all the way down. But it was no use. As he neared the water, his paws slid on the sand and he wound up chest deep in murky water. This place is well worth it...No body can get a drink here without me knowing about it. Then an idea hit him. This land was unclaimed, this much he knew from a lone deer he had spoken to outside the dead land.
Holding his head high, he called out through the trees with a long howl. Once the echo had ended, he walked out past the watering hole and spoke in a loud and dominating voice.
“I am Filtiarn! Lord of wolves!..Hear me! I call to all who live here and those who are passing through! This land is mine and I shall share it with any who wish to be here, but mainly those who are lost and are in need of guidance! Here The Black Sun make their home!”. His final words were meant for those who were in need of help, he was after all a keeper of strays and misfits. After the last of his words echoed off the trees around him, Filtiarn lay down in the moonlight and looked upon his new land with a content sigh.
