Ixchel Wilds - Near Mallian
It had stared weeks ago.
He couldn't explain it then, and he couldn't explain it now. A siren's song with seemed to ring within the back of his head over and over again. It called out to him, and pulled like rope tied around his very throat. A lead which even the beast within him didn't seem to buck against. Jorg had no understanding of it, and after nearly three weeks time he had finally decided that the call could no longer be ignored.
With permission begged of his beloved Silver, Jorg had set out that very morning and wandered into the wilds that stood just beyond the walls of Mallian. He walked with no map or compass, no direction known.
Only following the call.
It was dusk by the time the song within his head came to a stop,. Raindrops fell from the sky, barely passing through the massive canopy of the wilds. Through the twilight the prince of Mallian could barely make out a fortress standing within the jungle, it's ancient stone walls crumbling and half fallen. Confusion flickered over his features.
He was barely a few miles from the city, and yet he had never heard of a citadel this close to them. Had never read of it in the great library or been told in the stories of his youth. It seemed an oddity, and as he took a step forward he realized that the beast within him agreed. The wolf stirred, fully aware and awake, watching through his eyes as he continued down the hillock and towards the ancient walls.
It had stared weeks ago.
He couldn't explain it then, and he couldn't explain it now. A siren's song with seemed to ring within the back of his head over and over again. It called out to him, and pulled like rope tied around his very throat. A lead which even the beast within him didn't seem to buck against. Jorg had no understanding of it, and after nearly three weeks time he had finally decided that the call could no longer be ignored.
With permission begged of his beloved Silver, Jorg had set out that very morning and wandered into the wilds that stood just beyond the walls of Mallian. He walked with no map or compass, no direction known.
Only following the call.
It was dusk by the time the song within his head came to a stop,. Raindrops fell from the sky, barely passing through the massive canopy of the wilds. Through the twilight the prince of Mallian could barely make out a fortress standing within the jungle, it's ancient stone walls crumbling and half fallen. Confusion flickered over his features.
He was barely a few miles from the city, and yet he had never heard of a citadel this close to them. Had never read of it in the great library or been told in the stories of his youth. It seemed an oddity, and as he took a step forward he realized that the beast within him agreed. The wolf stirred, fully aware and awake, watching through his eyes as he continued down the hillock and towards the ancient walls.