A Darker World <{READ First Post, Link to OOC Thread is there}>

[Arilys DuskFlare]

A shadow is seen moving through the dark streets of the small and abandoned village. The moonlight shone down on the semi-destroyed houses, giving an eerie look to everything. The shadow stopped suddenly and jumped into a ruined house, through the broken window. The young fur rolled behind a small couch, hearing noises outside.
"Get me that fox...!" a cold and deep voice was heard. A voice that made the covered vulpine's neck fur stand. A few grunts were heard, followed by the sounds of steps moving away in different directions. "You...! Come with me..." the same cold voice said. A small and somewhat scared mumble was heard, then silence. The fox sighed to himself, and waited for a bit, to be sure that they were gone.

All of a sudden, a loud crash echoed through the dark sky, and the whole house started shaking. Fighting to keep a yelp in, the fox quickly got up and ran to the back of the house. He glanced back, seeing tall, dark blue flames waving wildly where the wooden door once was. Behind them, a tall, dark figure was standing. A shiver of fear ran through the young one's body as he ran.
"Get him...!" the voice said, and the tall figure pointed at him. A smaller shadow ran through the flames, apparently unharmed, and ran after it's prey. The fox gulped and lifted his white paw.
"Aetharyn!" he shouted. A strong wind was felt, and part of the wooden wall in front of him fell on the floor. He jumped on it and moved his paw behind him. The same strong wind, lifted the piece of wood off the floor. A loud scream of frustration was heard. The fox looked down and behind him. The tall figure moved his arms, and flames burst through the whole village, consuming away the houses.

A pair of big wings opened, and he set off after the fleeing fox. A loud gasp left the fox and he made a long and fluid motion with his paw. A jet of wind was thrown at the flying figure, making it fly down to the forest under them. Before it hit the trees, however, it disappeared in thin air.

Using that opportunity to fly away, the vulpine quickly reached another village. He was tired from using his powers, and slowly descended, landing at the entrance of the new found village and making a big cloud of dust. When the dust settled, he was laying on the wood, passed out from the effort.

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WOW, sorry for the scary big post, I got carried away *blushes* Anyway, before posting here, post your character in the OOC Thread.

OOC Thread Link: http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=8820.msg328687#msg328687

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Lazy good-for-nothing, sleeping on the job while the caravan is still moving" "Oh let him sleep, hes the only one guarding this whole caravan since you can't get off your lazy butt and get a sword. Besides, he looks rather happy to be getting rest" were the voices Cyrus was hearing as his mind was in a dreamless sleep. A few moments later the curtains on one of the caravan cars opens up and the light causes Cyrus to wake up. "aw come on...I just got some sle..." he was stopped in mid-sentence when he noticed a girl dressed as a gypsy was staring him from his left. "How long have you been there, and more importantly...how long have you been staring?" she only replied with a giggle and left the caravan car, he followed out and then lost track of her upon hitting the ground. "Great, not even half-way through the escort and I already have a girl with a crush..." he said to himself as he walked beside the caravan, looking for anymore bandits to attack.

Almost in response to his actions, a stray arrow flies into one of the cars and some random female screams in response. "Finally, something to beat some sense into!" he exclaimed as he went towards the direction of the arrow's origin. He soon found a bandit with a crossbow, who upon seeing Cyrus, put his crossbow away and pulled out a common short-sword, looking rather frightened. Cyrus pulled out his bo staff and knocked the blade out of the bandit's hand and then delivered several blows to the neck and head. The bandit was down before he could either respond to the pain or even call for help. Cyrus then put his bo staff away and went back to the caravan, catching a glimpse of the possible stalker. Although she would be considered cute and attractive by most males, Cyrus was too annoyed at her silence to even spare her a look-over. "The sooner this ends, the better..."

[PhantomStone]

ixlander clicked to his faithful mount. urging him on out of the woods and to the entrance of the village. he was just traveling around, trying to make the roads safer in these troubled times. the silver hand had let him go free to check the roads and get some air. sometimes the paladin had a few problems with leader ship. and being told what to do. it pleased him greatly to be out in the air. he breathed deeply, his heavy plate mail lifting off his broad chest as the stocky dwarf breathed in the clean woods air. he moved out of the woods. his faithful gray armored ram bah-ed at the unconscious figure in the road. ixlander calmed his mount down and checked on the boy. it was a red fox with white on his chin. he looked exhausted.

ixlander crouched down and picked up the fox boy in his arms as if he weighed nothing. with a sigh ixlander straightened up and moved back to his ram. he set the boy in the saddle and secured his feet to the stirrups and kept a hand on his back so he wouldn't fall off. with that the paladin clicked to his ram once more and they walked into town. he went straight to the local inn and got the fox down from his ram. ixlander opened the door and walked in, he quickly explained to the inn keeper what had happened and with a few brief words to the serving girls about what he'd need, the fox boy was placed down on a table in the back of the inn. ixlander opened his holy tome, and quickly flipped to the page he needed. refreshing his memory of the spell he needed and held his hand over the boy and spoke the spell. white light passed over the boy, restoring fatigue and giving energy to the fox boy.

hopefully he will wake and tell me what happened, he looks pretty scraped up. ixlander was a new paladin, he was an average age for the paladins of teh silver hand, but he was still only thirty, he had yet felt good in life because he had never done any great deed, never did anyone great help. he slayed bandits, healed ill people whenever he road into a town. but he hasn't done any great deed like the older paladins of teh order. perhaps this was his chance to help. if not then he would make sure teh boy was ok, then pass on through this town to find another. until he truly had helped the world.

ixlander stood up and opened teh shuttered windows, letting light and fresh air into the room. he called to a serving girl for some drink and food. a serving girl ducked her head into the room and nodded to the champion and ducked out to get him what he required. she returned a few minutes later, carrying a heavy laden tray, with a few rolls and two bowls of thick stew, along with two tankards of cider. ixlander sat next to the window listening to the sounds of the town, eating his bread and sipping his bowl of stew.

[Arilys DuskFlare]

The fox would move lightly as the ram moved into the village. He didn't move much when they placed him on the table, and let out a few low sounds as the magic made his fatigue disappear. Slowly, he started regaining conscience, his somewhat hazey eyes, looking at the ceiling above.
"Uh... where am I..?" he asked, pulling his upper body so he was half sitting, supported on his arms. The feel of the faint wind that came in through the window felt somewhat strange, and the scent of food suddenly made him realize how hungry he was.

Remembering what happened some time ago and why he felt so tired, the fox would look around somewhat urgently. A few people looked at him, then he realized that someone brought him to an inn. He noticed the dwarf near the table he was on.
"Y-you helped me...?" he asked, still a bit tired.

[PhantomStone]

ixlander opened his eyes and looked at the fox boy. he nodded a yes to him, and nudged the second tankard of cider, the other bowl of stew and bread on the tray next to the table with his foot. "eat up kid." he said nodding at the boy. "i am ixlander of silver lake, champion of light by order of the silver hand." he said setting down his tankard and pounding his fist into his chest, right above the hammer and book emblazoned on his breast plate. "i was riding through the country side, fighting bandits when i found you. if you don't mind me asking, why were you collapsed outside the village?" the dwarf asked. picking up his tankard again and taking a drink from it. his gray blue eyes keeping watch on the boy. he wasn't worried of being hurt by him, but it was always good to be weary. considering he had just met this boy a bit ago.