A Door Through the Darkness (Anthro Wolf RP) PLEASE JOIN!!!!

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

{{ I just want to get Rythian's name, and then I'll go answer the door. XD

* SNEEZE * NOT ANOTHER COLD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! }}

[Tam]

((Argh! I had a post made up last night, then my laptop died! Anger!!
But OH MAI GAWSH! =D Yesterday was so much fun! I went downtown and handed out flyers, for that march, to everyone I passed(Me and six other girls) So many people said they would go! I is happy! ))


Rythian gave one last odd look at the fruit and reached out, grasping it in his paw. He brought it up to his mouth and gave it a brief sniff. It had no scent, just a faint watery fruity one that he couldn't really match to anything he recognized. Taking a small bite the watery fruity taste washed into his mouth bringing with it a few chunks of the fruit as he bit down. It was delicious! Ignoring Husky's advice to avoid the black seeds he took a huge mouthful out of it and as the fruit disintegrated beneath his gnawing fangs he felt the cool liquid run down his throat, refreshing his energy.

He glanced upward once he was finished as Husky inquired about his name. His expression grew almost scornful as the older wolf asked if he even had a name. "Of course I have a name!" He grumbled giving the watermelon peel a glance, considering eating it but decided against it and set it down. "It's Rythian. An' I think my last name's like, Tsuyosa or something." He mumbled. Honestly he didn't really care what in the heck his last name was, not like he would be going around introducing himself by his last name.

[Tam]

((Bump Still could use more members))

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

{{ March?? * blinks * What March? }}

Husky gave a deep frown and stared cold hard at the slave boy. You have got to be kidding me. I knew the journal was a fake. He bared his teeth slightly, unhappy someone had tricked him, but then swallowed his anger and sighed. "Are you sure?" He asked, glancing to the floor. "Well, of course you are. Who wouldn't be sure what their name is?" He muttered to himself, and felt the air around them begin to shift. It was unpleasant, and hearing a knock on the door, Husky pricked his ears and glanced over.

A visitor? He asked himself. He didn't get any visitors, seeing as he was in the middle of a 'haunted' forest with no path leading to his house. So either someone had got lost and by sheer, sheer luck had found him, or someone had tracked him or the slave down. Maybe someone had come to get the boy! He looked strong, and erm...smart...in a way, so possibly they wanted him back? Well, Husky wasn't about to let that happen. Slavery was wrong, something evil that the Dark Lord made, something that used to be fair and then turned into a dark art.

He rose to his feet and walked over to the door, reaching back to the pack on his hip and feeling the soft leather-wrapped handle of his dagger. "Who is it?" He barked and slowly reached for the doorknob, twisting it, and with a deep breath, throwing it open. The hinges let out a mad squeal of protest and the air came gushing in, but he was shocked to see a girl looking wide-eyed. Stunned for a moment, he blinked, but then shook his head. "What do you want?" He asked, still defensive but relaxing slightly. A girl couldn't do anything to hurt him, even if he had just healed from a broken arm.

{{ Such a bad post! Sorry! }}

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

Bump

[Tam]

Rythian glanced carelessly up as Husky didn't respond after Rythian had answered the question. He was just in time to catch the smoldering glower from the older dog and the diastase was clearly in his eyes. Rythian glared right back. What is it?! My name?! Is there like ring of thrives that have the same name as me?! Is that why he glared at me. Not caring anymore Rythian snorted and averted his gaze "Of course I'm sure!" He growled, irritated by the question. If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have said it!!

The second the sound of the gentle knock on the door resonated in Rythian's ears he had sprung up from the couch and stood tense and ready to fight off whoever came through the door. His eyes burned with a determined fire as he backed towards the kitchen. Back door! Is there a back door?! His paws had instinctively snapped out and snatched up the satchel as he'd jumped up and the Journal had been replaced inside it. His eyes flashed everywhere and as Husky went to get the door he slipped quickly as he could into the kitchen, finding it a dead end. It was too late to go back and dash down the hallway, Husky had opened the door and if he went back he'd be noticed.

He noticed his one last alternative. The window in the kitchen. Moving quickly with an agile leap he sprang up onto the counter and began quickly fumbling with the lock trying to figure it out. Normally it would have appeared simple to him, but in his desperate haste his fumbling paws messed him up time and time again before he finally unlatched it and was able to swing open the window. By now he could hear Husky's voice echoing from the other room as he asked something of the person at the door, and before he could hear more Rythian was out the window. He stumbled slightly and hit the ground with a thump, rolling as he sprang back to his paws again and sprinted away into the bushes as fast as his legs would carry him.

((I'm sending him off to find his weapon, so don't notice his absence till after Husky's gone back into his house please.))

Stumbling through the forest he could feel his replenished energy that had flowed back into him with the food slowly diminishing. As his panting grew harder he realized he hadn't full recovered from his near death incident and forced himself to slow his pace, blowing and huffing for air.

After a moment he stopped and rested with his back against a tree. I almost wish I might have at least been able to thank the old wolf for the meal, pity I never learned his name.. Still trying to catch his breath he glanced up to check his surroundings and gave an alarmed start to find an icy blue glowing light only twelve feet before him.
His wide eyes stared in shock at the hovering ball light as it seemed to hover only four feet above the ground. It didn't move, just hovered in one place, slightly pulsating the intensity of the light. Rythian pressed himself closer to the tree trunk, alarmed by the even happening before him. What is this?!? Some sort of magic??? He felt a strange feeling creeping through his limbs as he continued to watch it. His thoughts grew sluggish and his breathing slowed. His stopped trying to back away and just stared at the glowing light in a hypnotic daze. After a second he no longer felt he had control over his body, only even a fraction of his thoughts obeyed him and as he watched out of the corner of his eye his paw slowly and gradually reached forward and he took a step towards the light.

Inner surprise resonated through him as the orb hovered closer with his every step. It's moving towards me?... He fought to regain control over himself and draw away but is limbs wouldn't listen, they were fixed on reaching the glowing hovering orb of blue light. Once his hand was only inches from the light he felt chills go through him. It's cold!! His hand began to feel the bite of the cold as he reached closer, opening his hand as if he were about to grip it.

As his paw began to close the icy burning feeling that shot up his arm was nearly unbearable, but his numb body seemed not to notice as it gripped tighter. At last as he felt his hand close on something solid control came back to his body and he gasped in searing agony as the freezing burn of ice stung his paw. In an attempt to drop it and regain the feeling in his hand he found that he'd been given control of everything but his right hand. Gritting his fangs as he tried to lessen the pain he dropped to his knees clutching his wrist and hissing in pain between his clenched teeth.
Without warning a pulse of icy energy exploded up his arm and spread quickly throughout his body, jolting him with a shock that he assumed felt like lightning. His head was dizzy and he blinked blearily trying to get his thoughts in order, but before he could another jolt went through him.

Time slowed down for him as his vision blackened over with an image. A huge icy blue and white dragon was looming over him on an icy tundra, it's peircing eyes bore into his mind and his voice echoed with reverberating waves of pressure. "You have been chosen. The one wielder. Of the ice sword of the Ice Element. I am the master of the ice element. Ashkuto. You have been chosen to be my wielder. Long have I waited silent in this forest for The One to come along and discover me. Your destiny is now much greater than you think." Parting his jaws the great dragon let loose a terribly explosive roar that shook Rythian's soul.

One last jolt went through him and he went limp slumping to the ground as a gleaming silver sword clattered from his paw to the ground. The ground beneath the weapon frosted over and froze. He lay unconscious on the ground his eyes were open and stared ahead blankly and slightly misted over. He appeared dead if not for the even rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Laying on the ground he was completely unaware that he had been chosen to be the Master Wielder of Ashkuto the Ice King. Master of the ice element.

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

{{ If Luna doesn't reply soon, should Husky go and find him again? And then find his own element? }}

[Tam]

((Sure, but remember Anbu, school. It's all summarized up into one word I was so beyond swamped last night so I'm super tired.

You can have Husky track Rythian through the forest(he's not very skilled at the whole "stealth" thing ) And when he finds him Rythian will regain consciousness again. It wont last long, but that is an example of what basically happens when your Weapon meets you. They are a glowing lights in the colors given page one(character positions) and they take the form of a weapon after your character touches them.))

[Tam]

((Anbu, go ahead and post. You can just say Rythian knocked a bowl off the counter as he got out the window and Husky ran to investigate, finding Rythian gone. Or something like that that would interrupt a conversation XD))

[AnbuBlackShinobi]

{{ BIG BLACK BOOTS, LONG BROWN HAIR, NAH NAH NAH NAH * doesn't know the rest of the lyrics...*

I love this song. }}

When Husky was going to continue his barrage of questions to the strange women, he heard the loud SMASH of a plate falling off a counter and shattering on the floor. He whipped around, wide-eyed, to see the window thrown open and Rythian's tail disappearing from it. "H-hey!" He called, and turned on his heels, forgetting the person he was talking to and bounding over to the kitchen when he scrambled up and out into the forest.

He dropped from the window ledge and landed with a thump on the soft earth below, sniffing the air. Where in god's name did he go? He wanted to bark, biting his lower lip in rage. I feed him, he lies to me, and then just runs off! How utterly rude. His throat emitted a growl as he started running through the trees, skirting from side to side with his powerful mussels working their best to stay on the slave's scent. "Get back here!" He hollered, and made a group of crows suddenly leap off from the treas in a pitch of terror and flock off.

After what felt like hours, but was only a few moments, he finally started slowing. His scent is strongest, but what is mixed with it? It smells like...something indescribable. He thought and started blending into the shadows, just as how his training taught him. Fur being pushed to the wind and blue eyes glinting in determination.

He pressed his back to a tree, and took a deep breath, before whipping around with a fearsome bark and drawing a knife, only to see the boy laying on the ground with his hand tightly clutching a sword. No one else was around, and he was stirring softly. "Kid! Hey! Wake up!" He spat in annoyance. Where had he found this weapon? Husky reached out to touch it, but as soon as his hand came close, he fell back in a yelp of pain as ice seemed to shoot into his veins. He used his other arm to grasp his hand and crouch over as the sensation throbbed rhythmically, but then faded away.

Half panting, half gasping, he looked up in shock. What the he**?