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08-18-2012, 10:26 PM
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The summons woke him up.
Mauja’s call did not take him gently by the metaphorical hand and lead him back through the lands of dreams to his sleeping body where it lay in a fitful rest, eyelids fluttering. Cineviam did not awake slowly, easily, naturally, as one would hope. He jolted up to the shimmer and darkles of an intricate lace of light and shade. It took him a few tense moments, in a mild confusion, to realize where he was, and then his muscles all but melted in relaxation. In the past few months the cinder beast has perfected the waiting game; fortunately his environment was much more hospitable these days. It was still hot during the day but the heat was no longer oppressive and it cooled off a substantial amount at night. The fog was back, a light mist that trickles through the trees and washes over the rocks and grass, and with the change of season it would only grow thicker. The Sun God was losing his grip over Helovia and it brought a smirk to his ink-chapped lips. He turned his head, ruby eyes finding the frost king nearby. He stands amidst a growing crowd and they circled him, jewels about a crown. There are some he knew by sight and name, others carried a scent long established within their borders, while there are a few who he can only assume are newcomers. Feeling that it is crucial to stand with the other World’s Edge members at this time, he uncurls from his hiding place, his bed of ashes. The large bush, which screened him from the sun, would have also kept the moisture off his skin if night had fallen and he had not risen yet. The leaves and branches are what wove the veil of gold and black, which stunned him on awakening, and they are what rustled now as he emerged. Cineviam propped his jaws back in a yawn, pearled teeth amidst a lolling tongue. He strolled over to them – pausing to scratch his haunch on a tree – and slipped into the ranks with ease. “Cineviam,” he said for the benefit of those he hadn’t met yet, however his gaze was preoccupied by the filly trying to haul the king’s dog back to his feet.  |
