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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 15, 2011 22:29:03 GMT -6
(Really?! I love wolves xD which is why Artie is able to transform into a wolf...and eventually becomes a werewolf...and why Zanzabar is a wolf demon...)
Torak couldn't believe what he was hearing. Zanzabar appeared next to Torak, he made himself visible to all in the room.
"Zanzabar..is this..true?" Torak asked his most trusted partner.
Zanzabar nodded, his ruby red eyes looking into Torak's yellow ones. "There is much you don't remember of your homeland...most of all..the reason why you ARE the last of the Wolf Clan.." Zanzabar said, like the golden wolf, he spoke telepathicaly and his words reached Alemine and Oarashi.
"There is a reason why I told you to come to the Temple of Time in Kakarkio Village..." The golden wolf said. His head turned to Alemine and Oarashi and he said "You two will accompany us as witnesses..I doubt Torak will question all of this...but if he does..you will confirm what we have seen to him if this happens...understood?" Zanzabar walked around Torak and looked at Alemine and Oarashi.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 15, 2011 23:54:43 GMT -6
(I know taxidermists on dA that can sell you a wolf skin/wolf canines/skulls. And real ones too. . . but off course they are a bit expensive dude but I can link you to them if you want)
"I understood what you have say." Oarashi answered, nodding his head as he emerged from the shadows of the temple. "Where are we going?"
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Post by Iona on Aug 16, 2011 2:13:41 GMT -6
Understanding that a very important and real thing was going on, Alemine nodded solemnly. She waited, convinced there wasn't any zombies in the temple, and sheathed her short sword, and hung her small shield at her hip. And the young girl waited paitently for their next order of action, her face blank.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 16, 2011 11:03:17 GMT -6
(Sure..link them to me and I'll check them out..of course I'll only be able to purchase them when I get a job xD)
"We are going to Carnavora's past...to when the fall of the mighty Wolf Clan occured." The golden wolf said. Torak was silent, but a look of suprise was on his face. He already knew what happened...right...? He lost control of Zanzabar and the demon took over Torak and killed his clan. The last thing he remembered was him waking up over his father's corpse...then he placed the scars on his eyes...the Carnavorian symbol of betrayal. Torak's right hand traced the scars on his eyes from under his hood.
The golden wolf began to howl, it seemed to howl in a rythm. If one were to listen closely...it would sound like the Song of Time. The one used by the Hero of Time to open the way to the Master Sword...the one used to tame the Goddess of Time's powers in Termina...
Torak felt his body lift up, then a swirl of blue circled the three in the room. Zanzabar had returned to Torak's body. The Master Assassin felt calm as they transcended time and space, for what felt like an eternity. Torak fell onto grass, he looked around and realized they were in a forest...but...he could not hear the melody that the Kokiri kid would play by the Forest Temple.
"So...we really are.."
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2011 16:25:45 GMT -6
Alemine opened her eyes slowly, crouched over. She felt before she saw the warm sunlight smiling down on her and was reassured by the comfort of the hard ground under her. She slowly unfurled herself from her standing balled form and stared in wonderment at the large trees surrounding them. She didn't know what to think of them, other than it was completely different from her home of Mycenlaea. There, the trees were friendly, not so imposing and omnious as the ones hovering over her.
She came to stand just an inch behind Torak. "Mr. Wolffang, where are we? Why?" she asked him, rather terrified. She unsheathed her short sword and pulled back out her small shield instinctively. What did one Mycenlaean, some one of Dragonian nobility or royalty and a Carnavorian have in common to be in a strange land at the same time? Alemine worried over Pyrrha, knowing the woman would be stuck watching the temple for a while yet.
...Which wasn't so. Back in Hyrule, as the waning crescent moon began to set, the auburn haired woman leapt from the limb of the tree and gracefully on the ground. The shadows shifted and seemed to shy away from a dark skinned young man with stark white hair. "I sense they are gone. She's secure," Pyrrha told the younger man. The youth smiled, his teeth as purely white as his hair. "You sense correctly. Come, we shall return to headquaters. All we can do is wait,"he said casually. The two disappeared into the mottled darkness at muted lights of the city together, leaving the omnious temple behind.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 16:39:47 GMT -6
Torak heard Alemine's question, but was too busy looking at the surrounding area. He felt...something he had never felt before...he felt...like he belonged here.
"We're...in Carnavora...and I think we're in the past...around the time when I left..." Torak said, looking around.
The golden wolf appeared by Torak and said in it's telepathic voice to all three "I have brought all of you to the time when the events in Torak's life occured that forced him to flee his homeland..Torak..I think you know where exactly we are.." The wolf said.
Torak nodded and he took a step to his right, he turned around and said to Alemine and Oarashi. "Come...this way."
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 18, 2011 17:40:09 GMT -6
Oarashi had been a bit hesistant in following Torak and the golden wolf, but he complied and followed. Being in the land of Hyrule was over-whelming enough for the island native, whose whole life was his small island and village. But now that he had stepped off of the comforts of the golden sand beaches and onto the dead volcanic soil of Dragona, the young sea dragon knew he would visit other lands. But he never knew the extent of far he would visit these lands. . . especially one from the past.
"Where are you leading us?"
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 18:49:31 GMT -6
"To the village where I spent the first 8 years of my life.." Torak answered Oarashi.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 18, 2011 22:49:07 GMT -6
Oarashi stayed silent at the answer. Waiting now to see what exactly lay ahead of them.
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2011 22:53:56 GMT -6
Alemine fell into step with Torak, a million questions on her lips. "But...if we are in the past, what happens when we get to the future? Will we be old? Will we mess up time, or history? Am I still sixteen? Are there going to be...zombies?" she asked rapidly, but struggled with saying the dreaded undead word. She shivered and waited expectantly for Torak's answer.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 23:08:03 GMT -6
Torak did not know what to say, he was about to say something just to calm her down when the golden wolf spoke "We are here mearly as observers...no one of this time will notice us...we are invisible to all..think of a ghost...we won't disrupt the timeline by being here."
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 18, 2011 23:09:20 GMT -6
". . . . I see what you mean. . . " Oarashi murmured.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 18, 2011 23:15:46 GMT -6
Torak nodded. Any action they would do would not affect the timeline...the law of if you kill a butterfly in the past does not work here. "Magic truly is a scary thing.." the Master Assassin thought. It seemed as though they were walking for ages, birds sang their songs in the trees and packs of wolves roamed freely in the forest. None noticed them as they continued with their lives, they soon came to an opening and what lay before them was a village.
Torak smiled and something ran down his cheek as he whispered "I'm home..."
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 20, 2011 3:24:48 GMT -6
Oarashi had pretty much a difficult time restraining himself from attempting to reach out and touch one of the woodland creatures that had past by the group, but he continued to follow behind until they reached the village.
"I'm home" Oarashi had heard Torak next to him say, but didn't bother to glance over at him. He was too fixed on watching the village before the group.
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Post by Iona on Aug 20, 2011 19:01:52 GMT -6
Turning a lighter shade of white, Alemine touched her face, patting her body down to confirm her existence. "Ghosts...that's reassuring," she muttered and clutched the sea shell at her throat, thinking. The counch shell wouldn't even have been on the beach her father found it yet, her father would be a young bastard as opposed to an old one, just barely conquering the seas for his empire. Her mother was just a girl, probably just her age. Alemine shivered.
Alemine never really liked wolves like her father had, and had a huge phobia of werewolves ever since she was a child, but watching these creatures roam so majestically and freely, she felt her heart go out to them. The girl loved dogs, puppies especially, and she cooed as she saw some wolf pups romp on each other near by. As a sleek, beautiful silver wolf walked by her, she held her hand out near its nose for it to sniff her scent. It walked past her, completely ignoring her.
She paused as she heard as an emotional comment she'd probably ever hear from the assassin leader and returned to his side as he seemed to gaze at a place with the a most touched and soft look in his usually flinty yellow eyes. She was touched with the reminiscence in his expression, and was shocked to see a single tear run down his face.
Alemine came even closer to him, watching with wide, blank eyes as it ran down to his jaw. She'd never seen a man cry before, much less an assassin. She quickly made one and one with the situation and her own eyes filled with tears as she quickly came to relate to his plight and sympathized him. It was so sad, to think he was away from his people for so long. She would be crushed if she couldn't ever go back to Mycenlaea. Or never see the Legion, which were her family. Tears gushed out of her eyes and she sniffed, suddenly homesick. She clutched the rose colored counch shell, feeling very lost and small in a place she's never been and far from home.
But seeing the village reminded her of the small clusters of the colorful whitewashed houses and buildings of little towns that dotted her island country. She could see that it was hardly any different, except the language. Alemine looked around, her ears practically aching to hear her home tongue from another person. Her tears continued on as she lay her hand on Torak's arm for a moment before letting go, understanding at least a little of what he was going through seeing the village.
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