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PostSubject: The Silent Voyager   Sat Aug 25, 2012 5:06 pm

Chapter 1: Predator in the night

It was a cold and gloomy night in the city of Station Square. The smell was musty and the only light source was emanating from flickering dull streetlights one would pass every so often. A light wind left an eerie whistle echoing across the numerous buildings. The one other sound heard was from the tapping of dual-toned , crimson and cobalt shoes as a lone figure traveled down the dilapidated sidewalk. The hood of his ebony trench coat was pulled over his head, only giving passersby a view of his purple furred muzzle. His hands were buried deep within the pockets of his equal colored pants. His steps were configured in a way that suggested he was in a hurry. His name was Fotiagos Imperium and such an assumption was a correct one. The wolverine had an occupation in the industry of Bounty Hunting and he had just completed an assignment. A week prior to this day he was given a task to eliminate a handful of individuals, all of which were simply businessmen. Fotiagos never questioned the nature of his client’s intentions. His only motive was surviving and one needed money in order to do so. Taking one’s life mostly resulted in an increase in price thanks to the mustelid’s dislike of murder. Somewhat infrequently he would accept the normal reward for ending a life. The job he completed was his last for this region and deep within his mind, he had a fear that local law enforcement agencies were closing in on him which irked him significantly. It was highly necessary to quickly return to his temporary residence to grab his things and depart. It was only one thing in particular and it was the sole object absent from his typical appearance seen currently. Regret dwelled within him for if it were in his possession at this moment, his departure would be instantaneous. Then again, with his last job, having any sort of metal with him would have been hazardous. With the already high security, metal detectors were more than plentiful. In retrospect, the confidence he has in his skills should have guided him through completion with little difficulties regardless. All he could do now is focus on fixing his mistake.

The wolverine reached his destination; a small and rundown, one story motel only the lowest of scum would inhabit. Much to his frustration, several squad cars surrounded the area. Their flashing lights mimicked the uncanny coloration of both his shaggy fur and eyes. The sound of numerous mumbled conversations filled the small round ears perked atop his head. Fotiagos analyzed the position of the policemen while hiding within the shadows a safe distance away. 4 cars were scattered around with the coppers close by, most of which were way too close to his room. Two or three were in the front office speaking with the manager. Why he decided to stick with a room straight in the middle was a mystery to him. There was only one way to go about this and it would take a few moments. The azure fur on the right side of his face, the left side of his upper body and the right side of his lower body began donning a glow. Of course with his hood, sleeves and pant legs, only his ungloved hands and his lengthy tail were visible. Anybody close by would feel a gradual decrease in temperature, but thankfully he was far away from his enemies. This was Fotiagos’ gift; to alter not only cold temperatures, but hot ones as well. Certain abilities were granted once enough time passed and this is what he was waiting ever so pertinently for.

“Crunch, did you find anything?” asked a hulking bear with his powerful voice as a jade armadillo approached him. He was one of the individuals standing beside Fotiagos’ room. These two, much like their fellow officers adorned the Station Square Police uniform. Their attire mainly consisted of dark blue with black accents. All wore badges while only some like the bear wore hats. They were equipped with standard issued weaponry which included two pairs of handcuffs, a nightstick, a Taser, a Walkman and a 9mm pistol; all of which was found on their belts.

“The culprit hasn’t been located yet, Chief. Although with the help of the manager, this was found in the room he stayed in.” Crunch replied. As he spoke, he gave a gesture towards another officer. It was a female gray wolf that approached the two holding an “X” shaped violet scabbard. She was rather delicate looking, especially with her warm and comforting golden eyes. Taking her lightly however, would result in unpleasant consequences. This was indeed the item Fotiagos wished to have right this second. What she held in her hands housed two very important tools for him. The twin Dao swords Ignis and Glacies had been of extremely great use to the wolverine. For the last 13 years he was in possession of these and in no way was he to replace them.

“Thank you Alexia.” The Chief said as he held the blades and examined them. The hilts were different in color from each other with one blue and the other red and both had a slight curve to it. The guards were black in color and disk-shaped with an additional cup shape on the top and bottom. “So these are the weapons of the Arctic Inferno. Let’s see how he does without them. “He went on, his furry tan muzzle twisting to the shape of a frown. Knowing so many lives were taken by what he held in his arms brought much anger to his heart. “Crush, take these down to HQ, I’ll finish up here. It looks like he’s moved on again. I’ll get patrols to scan the city and set roadblocks along the borders.” He continued, handing the armadillo the scabbard. Crunch gave his commanding officer a salute before making his way to his vehicle with a quick jog. His partner, Alexia, accompanied him in the passenger side.

“Okay men. Pack it up!” Chief shouted so all his squad members can hear him. No words were said after that, only the sound of multiple footsteps as well as the opening and closing of car doors. Engines roared into life as the officers began making their departure. The Chief was the last in his car, his piercing orange orbs taking one last look at the scene before speeding off. Undetected and safe in his hiding spot, the red and blue eyes of a predator stalked the car that held his swords prisoner as it left the parking lot. Now was the time to make his move.

Crunch’s violet eyes fixed on the road ahead; his hands loosely grasped the steering wheel. His posture suggested he was relaxed and optimistic about finding his target. The armadillo was still a rather new officer and though his skills had moved him up in the ranks quickly; his greatest flaw was how naïve he was. He and his gray furred partner had just made their out of the hotel parking lot and onto the straight road ahead. Two cars were ahead of him while the Chief’s was trailing close behind. The once tranquil officer became instantly alert as the sound of the engine dying down was heard. Seconds after, a thin sheet of ice blanketed the entire exterior of the car. This resulted in a sudden stop which caused them to lash forward. The seatbelts locked themselves instinctively, sparing them a fatal blow on the dashboard or the steering wheel in Crunch’s case. Before the two can even react, a torrent of ice and glass shards rained upon Crunch. His shell had deflected most of the damage, but scrapes covered his face and a small portion of his chest. A spiked red fist had crashed through and dealt additional damage to the armadillo by striking him against his muzzle. In an already diluted state, the punch rendered him unconscious and his limp body slumped over the wheel. Alexia jumped into action and reached for her gun. With remarkable speed, the weapon was free of its holster and aiming at the attacking predator. Fotiagos was quicker however and had placed his other arm in place of his red one. The once blue fur attained a cyan color and a flurry of icicles shrouded it. His palm was facing towards her and the second she took aim, a sphere of ice was released. Before she can pull the trigger, her long furred, gray body became frozen solid. An infuriated expression was fixed on her unmoving face. The violet scabbard was placed in-between the two seats, unscathed with both swords present. A slamming door caught his attention. The Chief had exited his vehicle and had his pistol ready to end this here and now. Remaining somber and vigilant, a thick blockade of ice was formed to hopefully block the bear’s bullets. A gunshot filled his ears with pain as he reached inside for his prize, shattering more of the icy windows to do so. Rather uneasy at first, the second sound of a clang eased his worries. His barrier was doing its job, but it wouldn’t last for long. Not to mention the officers to his other side realized their allies were no longer following them. Grabbing one of the two bottoms, he hastily pulled his body from the police car. As he did this, his left leg formed a platform of ice behind him. Turning around, it became a ramp he utilized as transportation much like a sort of skateboard.

The wolverine left a trail of ice behind him as he sped off with multiple guns being fired at him. Given the speed and distance, he was able to fortunately come out unharmed. The wolverine vanished into a narrow alleyway which barely gave him any room to maneuver. He took this opportunity to fasten the dark gray straps in an identical pattern as the scabbard across the diamond- shaped tuft of purple fur adorning his broad chest. But this wasn’t the time to relax. The sounds of sirens were blaring in all directions. As he exited the alley, a cop car was turning the nearby corner heading straight for him. He bolted the other way, just about missing a sideswipe from another officer’s car. This portion of Station Square was cluttered with tarnished structures. One would have to make a turn relatively frequent. Fotiagos was to take advantage of this with his impressive control over his ice ramp. Executing turns would take little to no effort compared to the time it takes for a car. It was essential to find a place to hide soon. It would only be a matter of time before they sent helicopters which would make things far too problematic for the Thermomancer. Making every turn as swift as the next, the sirens became more distant. Fotiagos soon found himself in a more forested area. He never even considered stopping and simply kept moving forward.
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PostSubject: Re: The Silent Voyager   Sat Aug 25, 2012 7:57 pm

Chapter 2: The beginning of a rivalry

Fotiagos proceeded with his travels. He felt as if he was on a constant incline and his breathing became progressively more difficult the higher he got. It didn’t matter to him as he would keep going until he reaches the boundaries of his Cryokinetic abilities. Such a limitation came sooner than he thought. The wolverine reached a flat area covered mostly with rocky terrain. The ice covering his body melted back into his blue fur and his means of transportation vanished. Given his speed and unawareness of his powers being breached, he found himself sailing through the air with a surprised yell. He landed with a thud on his front side and slid a fair distance before coming to a halt with pain enveloping his body from the rocks. A grunt of annoyance fled his muzzle once he had finally stopped. After some time spent gathering himself, he flopped over onto his back with a long exhale. Astonishment welcomed him as his eyes centered on the tip of a dark brown staff being pointed at the middle of his forehead. The one behind the weapon was above the wolverine.

“State your business here!” A stern voice demanded. Fotiagos lifted his head up slightly to see a pair of angered emerald orbs staring down at him.

“It’s none of your concern.” He retorted back coldly. His interrogator would see only a blur of red as the crimson handle of Ignis was firmly grasped with his right hand. Using the momentum from unsheathing it, he took a quick, one-handed swing for the knees of the baggy tan pants. The figure took a quick leap backwards, allowing Fotiagos to jump back on his feet. He whirled around to see who questioned him. A russet creature with jade streaks stood before him. Half green dreadlocks of various lengths hung across his head. Whiskers protruding from his tan skinned muzzle swayed gently in the light wind. Tan and dark brown facial markings were seen as he gave the mustelid a deep glare. What the most outlandish attribute of this stranger was the markings on his forehead, hands and feet; all of which much like the staff he firmly held, illuminated a green glow. There were 5 of them visible, but the wolverine assumed there were more hidden from sight.

“The city; it grows loud and the flashing lights disturb my peace. I have reason to believe you are responsible. Leave this place at once!” He exclaimed with an accusing tone. Fotiagos simply replied with a dismissive huff and sheathed his weapon. Without even uttering a word, he glanced at the city which appeared so small from this distance. Lights of many colors were seen and barely audible sirens resonated throughout the buildings. He was fortunate to have escaped the city and was hoping nobody would be trailing him considering his ramp leaves a vanishing path of ice behind. He turned his back to his former residence to venture further in the mountain. This would make an acceptable location to contemplate his next course of action. Confusion filled his eyes as right in front of him, a wall of rock formed seemingly from nowhere. He even placed a palm across it in disbelief, as if he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. He felt the smooth and cold rocky surface as he applied a light push.

“You are not allowed entry into my home.” Came a voice, the same who demanded he leave. An awestruck Fotiagos hesitantly turned his head to see the russet being holding out an open palm towards the wolverine with the rest of his body upright. The staff he once held somehow hung diagonally across his back unsupported. Only his head marking the ones on his left hand were glowing.

“Don’t get in my way!” Fotiagos snarled, his fangs exposed and red fur glowing briefly in anger. He faced his head forward and stepped to the side to walk past the wall. Yet another formed and blocked his way. His body began shaking to a small extent and his hand clenched into tight fists. The red fur continued to glow to the point that the temperature began to make a steady increase. “You obviously choose to ignore my warnings.” He snapped, giving his foe a deep glare of fiery hatred. He reached both hands over his shoulders and unleashed his twin swords.

“I am Terrador, guardian of my mountainous abode. I keep these hills safe from harm and allow them to prosper with life. Impurities much like you are poison to my land. You chose to disregard my advice and if you wish to settle it with battle, be forewarned it will be unpleasant for you.” He replied, his tone and facial expression was rigid like the earth below their feet. His staff and forehead marking donned the same green glow again. Fotiagos watched in amazement as the weapon began floating through the air. It completed half an orbit around its wielder before being firmly grasped. A few rapid and impressive swings were performed before he assumed a fighting stance, eyes locked on the red and blue intruder like a laser. The Thermomancer gripped his blades tightly and shuffled his feet around slowly, glaring back with equal intensity. He knew this staff wielder was no pushover with the obvious skill he possessed with that weapon. Not to mention this area consisted of rock and this individual had shown he can control it with remarkable speed and accuracy. Fotiagos had plenty of tools to deploy as well and he was determined to bring them out to their fullest. This would potentially be the most challenging skirmish of his in quite some time.

Meanwhile, several helicopters scanned every last portion of Station Square with their extraordinary spotlights. An aggravated bear was a passenger on one of these. His massive body leaning out viewing the city with high-powered, night vision binoculars. A voice heard from his belt caused him to place the goggles down.

“I can’t find him, sir. He’s not on any of the footage.” A shy and timid voice spoke.

“What do you mean there’s no sign of him!?” The Chief demanded into his Walkman. The one on the other line was an ivory otter by the name of Specs. He was in the central headquarters, his large glasses looking over the many monitors. Security cameras were placed throughout the city and this otter was looking over the footage taken by all cameras within a 30 minute time frame. This is how long their search had been going on. Half a cup of coffee rested near his massive keyboard. Black slacks and a white buttoned-up shirt with its long sleeves rolled up to his elbows was his choice of attire. The shirt was tucked in underneath the black leather belt. His muscles tightened up and his ears flattened to his head.

“I’m sorry, Chief. He must’ve gotten lucky and slipped out of one of our very few blind spot.” He replied.

“Great work nevertheless, Specs. Keep your eyes peeled though, he could still be out there.” Chief stated much more calm, placing the Walkman near the goggles. His mind instantly directed towards a certain individual who had helped out greatly once in the past. While this individual refused any forthcoming assistance considering his certain apprehension, the police needed his skillset right now with tracking the fugitive down.

“Ace, I need you to take me somewhere.” He requested. The pilot was an eagle, his white feathered, helmeted head turned slightly towards the bear. He handed the avian a sheet of paper with an address written on it. Accepting it with one hand, he unraveled it with his fingers. Recognizing the location, a small grin stretched along his golden beak.

“Roger sir.” He said with a nod, gripping the wheel with both his brown fingerless gloves. The copter made a turnabout and hastily made its way for the Chief’s desired destination.
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PostSubject: Re: The Silent Voyager   Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:42 am

Chapter 3: Enter the Lycalo

In the now chaotic city of Station Square, the Chief was moments away from his journey's end. The location was distinguishable from others and he was able to detect it from a few blocks away. Out of the many blackened windows, only a single window gleamed with ultraviolet light. Not to mention this building was rather far from the rest. In that particular house resided a lone creature. Short sky blue fur covered his entire body. His tanned skinned arms were wrapped around his knees while he sat with his back against the wall. His azure bat wings were coiled around his body in a manner of fear. His long and bushy wolf tail followed a similar fashion. A worried expression was implanted on his white furred muzzle. For 2 years he has been free of the living Nightmare that had haunted him for so long. The UV lights surrounding the figure was the sole reason keeping the monstrosity concealed. His name was Twilight, a creature known as a Lycalo which is essentially part wolf and part bat. His large and sensitive ears perked up in response as the sound of an approaching engine was heard. Almost instantly he knew who'd be paying him a visit. About a year ago, a highly wanted criminal continued to get away with his malevolent crimes. Despite the law enforcement's best efforts, only his expendable assailants were taken into custody. They heard of Twilight's natural abilities in acute senses and felt as if it'd be of great assistance. The hybrid was greeted by a bear during one of his morning runs and was offered a hefty reward if he agreed to take down this wanted fugitive. With a desire to put his talents to great use, he bestowed his aid with little hesitation. For 3 months, Twilight utilized his powerful nose and ears to follow any minuscule traces; all of which led to dead ends. The trail had gone cold and the wolfbat's confidence began to wain. On the verge of admitting his defeat, an extremely faint trail led him to a hidden passage deep in the city's subway station. The police were informed of this and infiltrated the structure. This ultimately led to an underground establishment nearly a mile underground. Catching the culprit by surprise, he was finally arrested and was issued the lifetime sentence in prison he deserved. Twilight's reward shocked him greatly. The same bear who approached him was well aware of the dark secret that dwells with the hybrid; the same which costed many lives. This was to stay between them as payment for his duty.

Twilight pushed himself forward and stood fully upright. He stretched his frail body and looked to the door. He knew any second now a knock would be heard. Much like he expected, the landing of a helicopter with footsteps shortly after were heard approaching from outside. The ursidae lifted his massive arm and applied a gentle knock. The denizen inside neared the door and twisted the knob with his yellow gloved hand. With a swift pull, he was met by the immense officer.

"Heya Tank. I thought you'd be paying be a visit sometime soon. How's the wife?" Twilight greeted with his soft voice along with a smile, his head facing up to look at his friend who dwarfed him in size. The police chief peered down at the sky blue hybrid's warm golden eyes.

"She's good as always." he replied with a half smile."The police need your help again, Twilight. A criminal we've been chasing for 10 years just slipped from our grasp. Can you track him down?" he went on to ask. The Lycalo rotated his head to look at the flourecent black light tubes behind him. He was just barely within reach of them.

"I think I'm kinda stuck here for tonight. You probably know already." He said with a hearty laugh, scratching the back of his head. "But sure. I don't mind at all. I've got good control over... the other guy and I've been worrying less and less. I'll drop by the station tomorrow, how does that sound?" He wondered, tilting his head to the side. his ally nodded and Twilight could just see the elation in his eyes.

"You read my mind. Your assistance is much appreciated." The tone in his voice only showed the happiness he obviously felt more. He lent out a large paw for a handshake, which was accepted by the far smaller gloved hand. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow." Tank continued before turning around and hopping back into the chopper. Twilight watched the blades spin with great speed before they hoisted the two inside off into the night sky. The force of air caused the thick, arched tufts of fur on hos forehead and the back to whip around wildly. His tan skinned arms shielded his eyes. With a brief smile after they were no more than a blur in the distance, the wolfbat closed the door and continued what he was doing, which was unfortunately nothing at all. A sigh escaped his lips as he retained his spot and sat down, waiting for the oncoming morning to grace him with its warming presence.


Back in the vast mountainside, Fotiagos sailed through the air, landing with a loud thud as he landed hard on his back. His first attack was blocked; a midair strike performed with both swords countered by a floating, horizontally positioned staff. A powerful left palm was applied to his gut before he can even react.

“I give you one last chance to leave.” Terrador offered, pointing the tip of his weapon at the trespasser. He realized his opponent wielded power that was potentially hazardous to his home. The sudden increase in heat suggested fire was to come next. The wolverine snarled in vex as he jumped to his feet. His anger sparked the temperature up noticeably. He knew by the way this controller of earth situated his fighting stance that he was a defensive warrior. With such an aggressive combat style of his own, it would be likely most of his attacks would be turned against him, even if his speed was superior. So why he didn’t wish to fight brought confusion to Fotiagos. Then it struck him; he didn’t want damage to his residence. The fire that would surface from his body in a few moments would light this place aflame. This needed to be used to his advantage. He dashed at the Geomancer with great speed and with his swords still confidently gripped, he sent Glacies forth with a quick and powerful downward slash. With his mighty staff at the ready, Terrador held it with both hands and placed it diagonally, causing the two weapons to clash. The hybrid began pushing back with his formidable strength in an attempt to topple over the invader. The sound of stone and steel grinding violently together was heard as Ignis followed its twin. Sparks even ricocheted from the blades as Terrador held his weapon more horizontally to make countering the opposing blades easier to sustain. The wolverine resisted his efforts with his own physical prowess. The piercing ebony eyes stared deeply into the rigid jade ones as they each strived to prevail in this clash of brute strength.
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PostSubject: Re: The Silent Voyager   Mon Dec 17, 2012 11:48 pm

( oh please continue! I like it a lot Very Happy )
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PostSubject: Re: The Silent Voyager   Mon Dec 24, 2012 8:52 pm

(Why thank you Very Happy Continue I shall. Lazy writer is lazy, so chapters take some time lol)

Chapter 4: The joining of warriors

Terrador and Fotiagos continued with their skirmish. The wolverine found himself being gradually overpowered from his foe’s greater physical fortitude. His body was being pushed back from the sheer force and his arms began to wobble. So close to victory, the badgermolechinda abruptly leapt back. He heard only a spirited shout before he witnessed half of the trespasser’s body erupt into reddish-orange flames. Terrador’s eyes widened at such a feat.

“Now, this is your last warning.” The Pyromancer warned, aiming Ignis at the hybrid, which followed a similar manner to its user. Truth be told, he was in no condition to be using his powers like this. Breaking his Cryokinetic abilities not long ago had left him little power to utilize. He was only hoping this would antagonize his opponent to an extent. Holding his defensive stance, Terrador let out a sigh of defeat. He couldn’t allow any damage to his home and there was just no way to prevent any fire from being unleashed.

“You have bested me with your cheap tactics.” He painfully admitted. “Just know that if I sense any distress within the earth, your end will arrive sooner than you can ever expect.” He advised, the glow originating from his staff and his markings increasing momentarily. Seeing this individual manipulate the earth reminded Fotiagos of a story his former Master once told of him. He always wondered about the ones mentioned in such stories. Given the fight was over, he decided to speak of it.

“Your abilities; Geokinesis if I’m not mistaken.” The mustelid stated, pausing briefly to see a reaction. He was responded with a doubtful stare and a raised eyebrow. Terrador didn’t have the slightest clue what this outsider was getting at. The fire enveloping the wolverine’s body and his sword withered away much to his surprise. However, Terrador remained in his spot and did not make a move to attack. He seemed too curious on what Fotiagos had to say. “I’ve heard tales of beings with capabilities much like your own from my former Master; mighty warriors of vast strength manipulating many variants of the earth element. He informed me his son held a clan of Geomancers responsible for the death of his mother and has executed a relentless campaign to eliminate every last one of them.”

These words caused the once vigilant and defensive warrior to possess a dumfounded expression. He even forgot to pick his jaw up off the floor as he heard such unbelievable words.

“His son… was he a… Tiger…?” Terrador questioned, stuttering heavily from the amount of shock his mind was enduring. The firm grip on his staff even found itself decreasing and the divine weapon dropped to the ground below, the green glow vanishing upon leaving its wielder. All Terrador knew was an unnamed Tiger had visited his family deep in the night 5 years ago. He appeared to have a vendetta against the hybrid’s parents for reasons unknown. His mother was captured first and before his father went to free her, he fist demanded his young son to escape and get himself as far away as possible. The 12 year old badgermolechinda was then handed the family heirloom; a mystical staff of great power that was passed down from countless generations. Heeding his father’s wishes, the preadolescent Terrador fled with no questions. He found himself at the very mountainside he’s currently challenging the multicolored intruder. He had trained hard to take vengeance for his fallen parents whether they were dead or alive.

The wolverine answered with a series of nods. “Yes, and I have a strong feeling he’s the same individual responsible for my Master’s demise. It appears we share a common enemy, Terrador.” He pointed out. The hybrid had collected himself after such an astonishing revelation. Fotiagos’ statement brought much thought to his mind. This individual was quite a formidable warrior and can potentially be of great help.

“I too am certain of your allegation. For now, I demand you explain your presence here.” Terrador scowled.
“I count you as my ally merely because you are a wielder of earth. My Master foretold my interaction with one and further instructed I form an allegiance with said individual. I refuse to share anything with you. You’re lucky I’ve even said 3 words to you!” the Thermomancer snapped back. He was indeed a wolverine of action and spoke very little words, sometimes even completing a task without any dialogue whatsoever. Terrador found his supposed comrade’s demeanor quite tedious. He demanded answers and he was to receive them at any cost. The green diamond on his forehead glowed as rocks under Fotiagos began to rumble. Before the sword wielder can even react, his body was covered in stone from the neck down. Despite all his thrashing about and grunts of struggle, he was held prisoner.

“Now, I do not prefer to repeat myself; especially a third time, but you appear to be just as persistent as myself.”

Fotiagos snarled in loss as he glared at his rival. “All you need to know is many want me dead or alive. I had just escaped the police not long ago which is why I’m here. This seems to be the perfect place to hide out until I can determine my next course of action.” he said solemnly. The stones keeping him captive reverted to sand after his words were spoken.

“I do not trust you, or even consider you an acquaintance for that matter; but your ability in combat will be of much use.” Terrador retorted harshly

“Likewise.” The wolverine retorted with a questionable stare. He reached both hands over his shoulder and placed his twin swords in the sheath and began brushing the remaining dust off his fur and clothing. Terrador was reminded his weapon lay on the ground. While keeping his eyes on the red and blue mustelid, the rhombus on his forehead took on the familiar illumination. The Baculum Petra slowly drifted through the air and situated itself diagonally across the warrior’s back. It hung strangely unsupported which was an attribute Terrador never questioned.

“I will leave you to yourself. I do not need to iterate the consequences for bringing harm to my home. I shall see you at sunrise.” The badgermolechinda stated. Before awaiting a reply, he took a short hop. Fotiagos watched the green streaked brown warrior vanish into the ground, only leaving a brief cloud of dust. The ground shuffled about slightly, but in a matter of seconds, there was no trace he was even there. Fotiagos stepped foot on the ground that was just dug through end it felt no different from the rest of the dirt. He was able to sense the land dweller within but that was it. It appeared to be a sort of defense mechanism. With only a shrug, he sought out a place to sleep. Some nearby trees would suffice and with his temperature altering abilities, he would be able to prevent himself from freezing to death, especially at this high level of altitude. He made his way to the lightly forested area and sat at the base of a tree. His crimson fur radiated and the temperature rested at comforting warmth. Having been honing his kinetic ability for so long, he was able to use it to lesser magnitudes even while sleeping. Even through his discomfort, he gradually found his eyelids growing heavy and it didn’t take for him to drift into the infinite vastness of the dream realm.
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PostSubject: Re: The Silent Voyager   Fri Dec 28, 2012 6:32 pm

Earth Warrior wrote:
(Why thank you Very Happy Continue I shall. Lazy writer is lazy, so chapters take some time lol)

No kidding...I have the attention span of a squirrel sometimes when it comes to writing a story xD

Anyways, Awesomely written chapter! cheers to you! Very Happy
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