Vuusoolta looked upon the Den from the highest parapet of the Steele Fort that resided inside the Lupinossai city. The city seemed to slumber tensely. Lights were out, but a stray candle hear and there could be seen. A few Lupes were gathered in the streets meeting knowing full well they were breaking the curfew laws. Den Fangs patrolled all of the streets constantly.
The Den was getting anxious with all the hostile activity that had been happening to Rhydin. Many Lupes still wondered if they were in danger or not. Well tonight would be one of many nights Vuusoolta would be up on the parapet alone. He was starting to craft a powerful web of magical shields that would envelope the Den in protection for outside attacks.
He stooped down and retrieved the thick, heavy tome he had been reading a month ago when he was shot. Opening the tome, a brisk wind picked up as he flipped through several pages. Stopping on one particular page, he began to intone words in a language foreign to his muzzle, but he knew what they meant in his mind. Soon his paw dipped into a pouch he was wearing and withdrew powdered diamond. He threw a paw full of the glittering powder to the four corners of the Den, the spun slowly, releasing more powder as he spoke more words. His chanting picked up.
The powder glittered then flared into golden lights that streamed to the four corners of the Den and then followed the walls forming a shell around and above the Den. The first part of this shield was done, withdrawing powdered rubies, he repeated the process again, but the words were different and soon a ruby red light flared out as well. The Den, to magic users would seem to be nestled inside a vibrant shell of Gold and Red. To those not using magic, the Den would appear normal. Both shells ran around the Den, over the top of the Den, and several miles under the Den as well closing the city in a sphere of protection.
The Gold shield would ward against any energy, or physical attacks. The Ruby shield would cause anyone thinking of doing the Den harm to leave the Den and never come back. He had more shields to raise, but tonight he was done.
The Den was getting anxious with all the hostile activity that had been happening to Rhydin. Many Lupes still wondered if they were in danger or not. Well tonight would be one of many nights Vuusoolta would be up on the parapet alone. He was starting to craft a powerful web of magical shields that would envelope the Den in protection for outside attacks.
He stooped down and retrieved the thick, heavy tome he had been reading a month ago when he was shot. Opening the tome, a brisk wind picked up as he flipped through several pages. Stopping on one particular page, he began to intone words in a language foreign to his muzzle, but he knew what they meant in his mind. Soon his paw dipped into a pouch he was wearing and withdrew powdered diamond. He threw a paw full of the glittering powder to the four corners of the Den, the spun slowly, releasing more powder as he spoke more words. His chanting picked up.
The powder glittered then flared into golden lights that streamed to the four corners of the Den and then followed the walls forming a shell around and above the Den. The first part of this shield was done, withdrawing powdered rubies, he repeated the process again, but the words were different and soon a ruby red light flared out as well. The Den, to magic users would seem to be nestled inside a vibrant shell of Gold and Red. To those not using magic, the Den would appear normal. Both shells ran around the Den, over the top of the Den, and several miles under the Den as well closing the city in a sphere of protection.
The Gold shield would ward against any energy, or physical attacks. The Ruby shield would cause anyone thinking of doing the Den harm to leave the Den and never come back. He had more shields to raise, but tonight he was done.