Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 20, 2011 20:13:20 GMT -6
The golden wolf sat by Alemine and looked towards the village then to her before saying "That single tear of his will become more clear to you as the events unfold before you."
Torak felt the tear roll down his cheek and felt it fall off his face, he did nothing to wipe it. He could still smell the village, he didn't know if it was just memory filling his nostrils or if they could actually smell the past.
He was pulled out of his mind when Alemine rested a reasurring hand on his arm. When she moved her hand, he turned his head to look at her and gave her a rare smile...and by rare...a true smile...
Zanzabar had taken form and stood on Torak's left side.
"It's been a while since we've laid eyes on this village..."
"Yes...it has...let us continue. I believe I remember where my house was.." Torak said, moving forward.
Torak could smell the cooking fires that were scattered around, he gave a small chuckle as he saw a rather fat chef give some food to a group of small children. He patted each one of them on the head before turning back to his dish.
"That's Cookie..the children of the village adored him..and he adored them. He had two sons of his own that grew up and joined the Royal Army..his wife died giving birth to his second son.." Torak explained, they walked past Cookie and passed a few wolves joined by a few men with bows.
"We allowed wolves to live with us, hunt with us, bathe with us...we treated them as one of our own and they in turn did the same. Each one of the clans did the same with their patron animal...but, I believe our bond was the strongest."
Torak suddenly stopped as he looked at a cabin that stood in the middle of the village where a young child played around outside with a wooden sword, his eyes were the same as Torak's eyes...the other people of the village had similar eyes...but Torak had a brighter yellow to his...and the child had the same.
"And that...is me."
Torak felt the tear roll down his cheek and felt it fall off his face, he did nothing to wipe it. He could still smell the village, he didn't know if it was just memory filling his nostrils or if they could actually smell the past.
He was pulled out of his mind when Alemine rested a reasurring hand on his arm. When she moved her hand, he turned his head to look at her and gave her a rare smile...and by rare...a true smile...
Zanzabar had taken form and stood on Torak's left side.
"It's been a while since we've laid eyes on this village..."
"Yes...it has...let us continue. I believe I remember where my house was.." Torak said, moving forward.
Torak could smell the cooking fires that were scattered around, he gave a small chuckle as he saw a rather fat chef give some food to a group of small children. He patted each one of them on the head before turning back to his dish.
"That's Cookie..the children of the village adored him..and he adored them. He had two sons of his own that grew up and joined the Royal Army..his wife died giving birth to his second son.." Torak explained, they walked past Cookie and passed a few wolves joined by a few men with bows.
"We allowed wolves to live with us, hunt with us, bathe with us...we treated them as one of our own and they in turn did the same. Each one of the clans did the same with their patron animal...but, I believe our bond was the strongest."
Torak suddenly stopped as he looked at a cabin that stood in the middle of the village where a young child played around outside with a wooden sword, his eyes were the same as Torak's eyes...the other people of the village had similar eyes...but Torak had a brighter yellow to his...and the child had the same.
"And that...is me."