Post by Zheig Ipsen on Aug 4, 2016 19:32:16 GMT -8
Zheig stood quietly at the summit of Mount Paozu. It had been a long time since he felt this... The wind blew in a strange and unfamiliar manner. It carried on its currents a feeling of unease and ominous uncertainty. The canine alien didn't like this feeling at all, and as he was more sensitive to the ways of the wind than others, he understood just what it meant for the planet. His Paladin armor clinked and jostled as he turned away from the summit and started to walk along the path back down the mountain. Zheig had taken a walk to clear his head and to get a feel for the wind to see which way he should travel next, but when he reached the peak of the mountain he only saw bad news on the horizon. The warrior from Odon tied his cape over his shoulders and pulled the hood over his head as storm clouds began to gather overhead.
This storm was just a proverbial precursor to the ill wind that blew. Earth was in danger from a presence Zheig was unfamiliar with. That worried the wolfen paladin more than anything. He had fought many enemies of various dark and devious origins. Demons, fallen angels, blood mages, bounty hunters, cyborgs, ninjas, dark knights, and beings created out of chaos itself. And still it seemed that new evils and entities that wanted to rob the people of their happiness, their self, or even their right to be kept popping up in new ways and from new places. It was a tireless job, but Zheig was all too happy to do it. He did have people left to protect, even if they were distant from him right now.
The sky cracked with thunder, and the wind blustered more intensely. Rain pelted the canine alien as he slowly and calmly made his way down the mountainside. It was a long way down from the summit, but he wasn't worried. The wind was still at his back, pushing him forward.
About halfway down the mountain, out on a ledge before him, Zheig saw his blade. It was wedged into the top of an old hollow stump, with the handle pointing toward him as he came down the path. As Zheig approached the ledge where the stump was located, his eyes moved along the side of the mountain. The wolfen's gaze headed straight from where the blade was pointed until it hit a series of lights far in the distance on the horizon. The wind was his navigator, and it told him to travel to that city. He pulled his blade from the stump and slid it into the straps on his back. Zheig knelt down at that stump and put his head down, one arm forward and elbow bent in a half salute. His other hand rested on the ground to balance him. Light watch over me as I begin another journey. The wind is still at my back, but it cannot illuminate my path. Amen. He opened his eyes and stood up from that salute, a flash of lightening illuminating the mountainside in the storm. With his path chosen, Zheig pushed on through the storm.
This storm was just a proverbial precursor to the ill wind that blew. Earth was in danger from a presence Zheig was unfamiliar with. That worried the wolfen paladin more than anything. He had fought many enemies of various dark and devious origins. Demons, fallen angels, blood mages, bounty hunters, cyborgs, ninjas, dark knights, and beings created out of chaos itself. And still it seemed that new evils and entities that wanted to rob the people of their happiness, their self, or even their right to be kept popping up in new ways and from new places. It was a tireless job, but Zheig was all too happy to do it. He did have people left to protect, even if they were distant from him right now.
The sky cracked with thunder, and the wind blustered more intensely. Rain pelted the canine alien as he slowly and calmly made his way down the mountainside. It was a long way down from the summit, but he wasn't worried. The wind was still at his back, pushing him forward.
About halfway down the mountain, out on a ledge before him, Zheig saw his blade. It was wedged into the top of an old hollow stump, with the handle pointing toward him as he came down the path. As Zheig approached the ledge where the stump was located, his eyes moved along the side of the mountain. The wolfen's gaze headed straight from where the blade was pointed until it hit a series of lights far in the distance on the horizon. The wind was his navigator, and it told him to travel to that city. He pulled his blade from the stump and slid it into the straps on his back. Zheig knelt down at that stump and put his head down, one arm forward and elbow bent in a half salute. His other hand rested on the ground to balance him. Light watch over me as I begin another journey. The wind is still at my back, but it cannot illuminate my path. Amen. He opened his eyes and stood up from that salute, a flash of lightening illuminating the mountainside in the storm. With his path chosen, Zheig pushed on through the storm.
