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Description
In darkness,
Thoughts feared reside,
An unknown truth denied.
Divulge in light, over time become blind.
Never looking behind,
Warm light greets your face,
Forgetting lessons of Dark' true embrace.
Never knowing - whole grace.
~

The room was quiet and still. The warm musty aroma is all that stirred. Gentle moonlight danced with the firelight across three expectant young faces.
"But what happened next!?" the young voices exclaimed.
"Quiet, can you not hear?" a large man like figure rose to peer through the window, seemingly caught in a daze of the distance. A gentle breeze pulled back and forth dark slender branches'. They teased the pain of glass, attempting to elude figures of movement in the deception of distance. But to this mans trained eyes, such a pleasurable exercise would not hinder his true sight.
"Story time is over. This is where we request your full attention." The smooth voice snarled through each vibration, dispelling any thoughts of uncertainty.
"Braizen! Your haste always radiates an aura I most welcome." The large man-like figure swept smoothly to greet his guest. They each bow, to allow the other to grasp the back of each one's head, from where their warrior tail grows, plaited elegantly to the length of service. They each bring one another's head together, and touch the center top of their foreheads, then breathe deeply before parting.
"TieLaqueil, the women have gone to greet the travellers. I'll be joining them shortly. The pack requested that you join the men in the trees, in case the travellers are prepared." Braizen shared these words and without hesitation, he shifted through the darkness of the doorway with a casual swiftness of someone who thrives in the black of night, guided by the silver moonlight, listening to the whispers of trees, he approaches where the women wait to greet the travellers.
Only hearing the thoughts he chooses, Braizen listens well. The thoughts that bring him unmatched wit and strength, thoughts the average man would deny, thoughts deep in the heart. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Before embarking TieLaqueil places his heavy cloak of assorted hides atop a nearby chest, then turns to address the younglings.
"Jedaia, patient observer I trust you to take care of your siblings as you bring them along, this will be an important lesson that one day, you yourself will pass on." As he breathed the last few words he met the eyes of the three younglings with a carefully crafted look of discern, burning through to the back of each their minds. Feeling satisfied the situation was understood TieLaqueil stepped outside his modest home, and exploded into the air, navigating his way through the tree's with a swift elegance that grace could not describe. Driven by the radiant silver glow gifted from the moon, blood on the verge of immolation, the quietly singing leaves breathe with his stride TieLaqueil listens to his thoughts carefully. Thoughts that bring him unmatched wit and strength, thoughts the average man would deny, thoughts deep in the heart. Protect. Protect. Protect.
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Description
In darkness,
Thoughts feared reside,
An unknown truth denied.
Divulge in light, over time become blind.
Never looking behind,
Warm light greets your face,
Forgetting lessons of Dark' true embrace.
Never knowing - whole grace.
~

The room was quiet and still. The warm musty aroma is all that stirred. Gentle moonlight danced with the firelight across three expectant young faces.
"But what happened next!?" the young voices exclaimed.
"Quiet, can you not hear?" a large man like figure rose to peer through the window, seemingly caught in a daze of the distance. A gentle breeze pulled back and forth dark slender branches'. They teased the pain of glass, attempting to elude figures of movement in the deception of distance. But to this mans trained eyes, such a pleasurable exercise would not hinder his true sight.
"Story time is over. This is where we request your full attention." The smooth voice snarled through each vibration, dispelling any thoughts of uncertainty.
"Braizen! Your haste always radiates an aura I most welcome." The large man-like figure swept smoothly to greet his guest. They each bow, to allow the other to grasp the back of each one's head, from where their warrior tail grows, plaited elegantly to the length of service. They each bring one another's head together, and touch the center top of their foreheads, then breathe deeply before parting.
"TieLaqueil, the women have gone to greet the travellers. I'll be joining them shortly. The pack requested that you join the men in the trees, in case the travellers are prepared." Braizen shared these words and without hesitation, he shifted through the darkness of the doorway with a casual swiftness of someone who thrives in the black of night, guided by the silver moonlight, listening to the whispers of trees, he approaches where the women wait to greet the travellers.
Only hearing the thoughts he chooses, Braizen listens well. The thoughts that bring him unmatched wit and strength, thoughts the average man would deny, thoughts deep in the heart. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Before embarking TieLaqueil places his heavy cloak of assorted hides atop a nearby chest, then turns to address the younglings.
"Jedaia, patient observer I trust you to take care of your siblings as you bring them along, this will be an important lesson that one day, you yourself will pass on." As he breathed the last few words he met the eyes of the three younglings with a carefully crafted look of discern, burning through to the back of each their minds. Feeling satisfied the situation was understood TieLaqueil stepped outside his modest home, and exploded into the air, navigating his way through the tree's with a swift elegance that grace could not describe. Driven by the radiant silver glow gifted from the moon, blood on the verge of immolation, the quietly singing leaves breathe with his stride TieLaqueil listens to his thoughts carefully. Thoughts that bring him unmatched wit and strength, thoughts the average man would deny, thoughts deep in the heart. Protect. Protect. Protect.
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