November 17, 2011 - 9:41am — Zergarikiaka
It seems the magic of this forest is growing mischevious again.
It is funny that it should take an odd occurance such as this to entice me to write again. It has been some time, and there have been events worth notation.
Hnn... I fear my memory may be slipping. I can not place the events or times lately.
There have been a few reunions in these recent days. Faces I have not seen in easilly over a year have returned to common view. Bastilion had appeared briefly for a few words and some appreciated time and company. Archelius has returned once more from his nomadic travels, and made the decision to remain for a much longer stay. I have recently encountered the Priest as well. And of course, one who had not been seen since his most vulnerable days had returned from his own travels. Loki, you still must meet your brother.
Hnn. Of course, what is one of these writings without mentioning the enemy? Again his family is growing. How much longer until this forest's genetic pool is so consumed with their blood that all will be one another's sibling in a land much like the hives of the wasps?
Some time ago I noticed the soul of my enemy had been returned from Osias's captivity. Along with his soul, came those of a few more. One I do not know, and two within that blue rat.
Hnn... father, I know you would shun such a description of one of those you once encouraged me to embrace. Centuries have passed however, and the ways of does have long since changed. This one in particular no longer deserves the respect given to others.
Naturally, I felt compelled to finally break my silence with those abominations. I gave them 'regards' and traded a few words before battling my foe for what must have been the first time in perhaps one or two years. I would say it felt good to break from the tensions and caus bloodshed once more, but I soon found myself battling three on one as Wesker recieved backup support.
Such cowardice. Needing aid like that against an old stag. Hnn.
I left him battered and bloodied, though I had been harmed in the process. Perhaps more than I would otherwise have been because of his advantage in numbers.
Perhaps next time I shall kill off his helpers before coming for him again.
Before I lose track of why I write, I must go back to what prompted this notation.
A strange magic had caught my vision in this past evening. I had been led back to the ruins, and arrived in time to see a rather... unsual occurance.
What was that... a red aura streaming from the crypt of the ruins into the heavens...
I shall be investigating this in time. For now, I remain on watch, lest it appear again.
Perhaps the priest knows what this might have been.
If my own ideas are valid, I believe it may have been a rift to some other world beyond this. Perhaps to the gates where the spirits of the ruins should reside... or perhaps where they fear to tread.
Hnn... it is near time to hunt again.
Where are those helpers of my enemy?
I missed reading his little
XD I missed writing them.
sdsdf this was enjoyable to
Oooo! Intrigued I am! :3
I still can't figure out how
Amary really needs to see him again.
Oh, Darkweaver.
Seriously, though. I missed these. It's nice to see you and your characters writing again. ^^
@ Amary: Yep. |D All because
Yep. |D All because of Wesker.
Dark tried so hard to save his friendship with Kaoori regardless of her mate, but he finally got tired of it as of this past summer. He's old and can't spend years trying to appologise for the death of someone who's alive. 8|
Especially when that someone was the instigator to all the mess -and- desicrated his mate's grave more than once.
Then of course being treated like a monster and faced frequently with scorn instead of the respect of an old/ancient friend eventually does push an old stag to his tolerance's end. XD
@Scythe:
Lol, I missed these too. It's hard to find the muse lately.