Post by Nasakeshira on Nov 3, 2013 23:31:32 GMT -5
The cold mountain air stung with every deep breath taken. White puffs of air plumed from exposed faces. Horses neighed and shuttered as they walked up the slope. Corvun had been around the blues, but this was the first time he'd been to such a cold place. He'd made a few purchases when he first docked, a scarf, under clothing, a pea coat, and a snow jacket. He was wearing the dark red pea coat over the snow jacket. Snow had just started falling, the warmth of his clothes and the consistent bobbing had begun to lull Corvun to sleep. There were six others on this horse drawn cart, locals- people who made this trip every day. They sat close to each other, huddled. The one in the middle was awake and stared up at the sky, the other two were asleep and laying their heads on his shoulder. Pulling past a thicket of trees, the drowsy warrior looked down the mountain. What a beautiful scene! The sun sat low on the horizon, the ocean water glistened with a wide array of reds, oranges, pinks, and purples. The small dock and the surrounding village was barely distinguishable from the expanses of white surrounding it.
His head shifted back up the mountain Shivre City was already visible. It was very awe inspiring part of the city was built into the mountain, and the other was outside. The visitor of this city had no idea why he was heading up the mountain, was it because he had nothing better to do? Or was he being drawn? Had fate rolled its dice again, to further pull him on his path to become a bushin? None of these questions crossed this young warrior's mind as he fell asleep. The cart driver yawned and looked back. "Halfway point," he said, "lets get home quickly before the sunsets." He rubbed the horses backs before urging them onward. "Hyah." The slow walk turned into a trot.
The Black Feather had nothing but pleasant dreams as he ascended the mountain. His body bumped up and down, and his pleasant dream turned muddier and darker. He was staring at a barren tree, a crow landed on the tree. The moon and sky... red. More and more crows and ravens flocked to the tree, the only sound that existed in this world was that of flapping wings. Drawn to that tree Corvun, stood up from his place of rest and walked towards it. The field of grass withered away, the pleasantness slowly died. A raven descended from the tree and landed on his arm. It's eyes were blood red and between its beak it held a piece of raw flesh. Blood dripped from its talons, it looked at him, "CAW!" It crackled through the air before it was repeated by the flock on the tree. The birds dispersed, before one final caw echoed. He nearly jumped out of his position in the cart. Birds fluttered from the trees nearby. It was noticeably darker than before, and the cart driver looked panic. The horses puffed in the dark night. Corvun held his weapons close to his chest, the atmosphere had changed. It was no longer nice and pleasant, the malice was pervasive. Danger lingered in the air, the hairs on his neck stood on end. "Dri-" The warrior couldn't finish his sentence before the cart lurched to the side and rocked back and forth. Corvun was thrown off the cart and landed flat on his back, the wind was knocked out of him. The malice was more prevalent than ever, every sense was sharpened. His eyes became large and bird like. He caught a sharp glimpse of light reflecting from someone's or something's eye.
Breath's long and deep, Corvun's natural fight-or-flight kicking in adrenaline pumping. He knew an enemy was out there waiting for him to lower his guard and relax, it became a waiting game. What would his enemy be? It was like this for hours, and the night was still young. Who's mental fortitude would break first? At last his foe's patience had reached its limit. He charged from the tree line it was a dire wolf it charged from the tree line. Drawing a sword he dropped his Sen Katana sheath. The blade flew through the air and met with the wolves claws. The weight of the wolf knocked Black Feather down. The wolf tumbled through the snow but it's agility and predatory instincts helped him recuperate and position himself to attack faster than his prey.
Corvun spun in the snow and kicked backwards to get distance between himself and the wolf, but his effort to escape was futile as the wolf bore down on him. He stuck his feet out and kicked. Again diverting the wolf over his head. Snow crunching beneath his feet, Black Feather was finally in a position to defend himself. Again the wolf used the simple tactic of charging, this time Corvun dodged and slashed at the wolf's flank. His sword bit flesh, and the wolf cried in response before running off into the woods. Quickly gathering his stuff, the injured warrior made his way to the nearest tree and started climbing. Huffing and puffing he fell asleep. "I already hate this island."
His head shifted back up the mountain Shivre City was already visible. It was very awe inspiring part of the city was built into the mountain, and the other was outside. The visitor of this city had no idea why he was heading up the mountain, was it because he had nothing better to do? Or was he being drawn? Had fate rolled its dice again, to further pull him on his path to become a bushin? None of these questions crossed this young warrior's mind as he fell asleep. The cart driver yawned and looked back. "Halfway point," he said, "lets get home quickly before the sunsets." He rubbed the horses backs before urging them onward. "Hyah." The slow walk turned into a trot.
The Black Feather had nothing but pleasant dreams as he ascended the mountain. His body bumped up and down, and his pleasant dream turned muddier and darker. He was staring at a barren tree, a crow landed on the tree. The moon and sky... red. More and more crows and ravens flocked to the tree, the only sound that existed in this world was that of flapping wings. Drawn to that tree Corvun, stood up from his place of rest and walked towards it. The field of grass withered away, the pleasantness slowly died. A raven descended from the tree and landed on his arm. It's eyes were blood red and between its beak it held a piece of raw flesh. Blood dripped from its talons, it looked at him, "CAW!" It crackled through the air before it was repeated by the flock on the tree. The birds dispersed, before one final caw echoed. He nearly jumped out of his position in the cart. Birds fluttered from the trees nearby. It was noticeably darker than before, and the cart driver looked panic. The horses puffed in the dark night. Corvun held his weapons close to his chest, the atmosphere had changed. It was no longer nice and pleasant, the malice was pervasive. Danger lingered in the air, the hairs on his neck stood on end. "Dri-" The warrior couldn't finish his sentence before the cart lurched to the side and rocked back and forth. Corvun was thrown off the cart and landed flat on his back, the wind was knocked out of him. The malice was more prevalent than ever, every sense was sharpened. His eyes became large and bird like. He caught a sharp glimpse of light reflecting from someone's or something's eye.
Breath's long and deep, Corvun's natural fight-or-flight kicking in adrenaline pumping. He knew an enemy was out there waiting for him to lower his guard and relax, it became a waiting game. What would his enemy be? It was like this for hours, and the night was still young. Who's mental fortitude would break first? At last his foe's patience had reached its limit. He charged from the tree line it was a dire wolf it charged from the tree line. Drawing a sword he dropped his Sen Katana sheath. The blade flew through the air and met with the wolves claws. The weight of the wolf knocked Black Feather down. The wolf tumbled through the snow but it's agility and predatory instincts helped him recuperate and position himself to attack faster than his prey.
Corvun spun in the snow and kicked backwards to get distance between himself and the wolf, but his effort to escape was futile as the wolf bore down on him. He stuck his feet out and kicked. Again diverting the wolf over his head. Snow crunching beneath his feet, Black Feather was finally in a position to defend himself. Again the wolf used the simple tactic of charging, this time Corvun dodged and slashed at the wolf's flank. His sword bit flesh, and the wolf cried in response before running off into the woods. Quickly gathering his stuff, the injured warrior made his way to the nearest tree and started climbing. Huffing and puffing he fell asleep. "I already hate this island."
