Originally posted by Fox13
James sighed "She had beautiful black fur, blue eyes..... thats all i can really remember... its been a while....." james sighed "i did have a picture of her... but it was burned with my town..."
......"How old was she when she............when you last saw her?" Balazor choked.
Originally posted by Fox13
"She was.. the same age as me.... 14 when i last saw her...." he said with a sigh "i cant believe... why would another wolf kill its own.... kind... just for hanging out with me...."
"..........Because he loved her and couldnt stand to see her with a "lesser" male........."Balazor started shaking......."I was gone at the time...I didnt know, and I warned her about him, but she wouldn't listen and............she was my sister and she was killed for the crime of being in love.........Thats why I travel, I dont let myself............let myself find love, maybe Im scared.......maybe I deserve it for not protecting her.............."
Originally posted by Fox13
James did a emotionless smirk "for loving me" he said "she was my best friend... my love.... heh.... wolves... some wolves... no heart...."
Balazor shook his head sadly."Everything has a heart....... The difference is in using it as a means of loving, or an excuse for hating....."
He looked at James......"She would have been happy with you....." he said, picking himself up and, sprinting towards the mountains again.
Originally posted by Fox13
James started smelling Michelle's scent "huh?" james followed it, he saw her... and his eyes turned a light blue "so... beuatiful...." he said to himself "n..no... i have to help her..."
Balazor reached the mountains, taking out his blue gem......It glowed softly, showing Michelle to be inside the mountains, when a scent reached Balazor, he turned around, and saw Michelle standing nearby... He felt oddly compelled to run to her, as if something was pushing him o her........he walked forward, then noticing the gem still indicated the mountain, he snapped out of it.
Balazor unsheathed a dagger and approched "Michelle"........ "You're not Michelle" he growled.The beautiful figure looked at him, smiling insanely, "No........Im not" it smiled, and lashed out suddenly.
Balazor growled and attacked the shapeshifter....
(ugh... am I going to have to recap every single time? When I'm not here, you don't have to wait for me you guys... explain to others what's going on so things will stay interesting and so you guys can keep RPing.)
Deep under ground, a chamber lay intombed and hidden. Inside holds the corpse of a once powerful ruler... trapped for all eternity in his death. Also, surrounding this chamber is strong magic that none but the eldest of wizards could comprehend, as well as the mystical guardians who stand guard of this tomb to keep away any threat in releasing the spirit within...'Come my child... you are close....' A voice sounded, echoing through the wind like a deep, misty sigh...
Michelle's eyes flared green when the voice reached her ears. The sound of an ancient evil that seemed to be only heard by her subconscious.
'You're close now cursed one, come set me free...'
She calmed and fixed her eyes ahead of her. A look of determination set on her beautiful features as she contnued to walk deeper into the town. And though there were not many people, everyone seemed to turn to her... as if a sort of strange power were radiating from her very skin.
"He's here. And I will set him free. I will stop anyone who tries to interfere with his plans, along with the help of his evil minions." She said in a monotone voice, full of emptiness.
The sun was now setting in the sky and the shadows seemed to follow Michelle as she walked, like some sort of magnet of darkness... She stopped in place as she looked up to what was in front of her. To any normal person it would seem like a regular rock wall of a mountain, though to Michelle, it was much more. Walking up to it, she placed her palm on the cold rock.
"Lorde an mahil prins zina..." Michelle whispered in an ancient tongue, her eyes unblinking as she stared ahead of her out into her own world. It seemed as if her and the spirit were talking as one... though no one was there to notice for she had already walked further out past the town to the graveyard where all the deceased townsfolk were burried. Shortly after sheh ad murmured those words, the wall turned into a sort of liquid shield, with two pillar symbols lighting up a bright green to signal the entrance. Though she was still able to walk through it, once inside, the wall hardened again.