A strange patch of stationary, swirling mist, not far from the Ravenlock compound...
Like a ghost in some vision from ancient days, the giant wolf emerges from the fog that marks the portal of the Guardians. Silvery gray, marked by its size, it's brilliant blue eyes and the thick, beaten silver collar encircling its neck, from which dangles a jet-black stone amulet embraced by silver.
He had heard the news, of the death of Jewell. He had only met her a few times, but each had left its own impression.
And met Lord Ravenlock himself as well, a meeting that had left a lasting impression of its own, as well as powerful respect for both the man and the Ravenlock clan.
A slow, deliberate pace set and kept, the walk from the portal to the Ravenlock compound close by both pilgrimage and homage.
In its jaws, the wolf carries two items.
Approaching the gates, the wolf comes to a halt just outside of them. Sitting on its haunches, the beast lowers its head to the ground, dropping the things it carries on the ground - a single, brilliant blue rose, and a small pouch of black velvet, the kind precious jewels are held in.
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Inside the pouch can be found a pendant, sapphire wrapped in threads of fine silver, the shape like that of a great tear, shed by the earth itself in homage to the fallen Ravenlock sister and her children.
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He had found it in the cavern of the Guardians. It doesn't belong to any of his, of that he is certain. Such ancient places may contain many such treasures, waiting to be found when the time presents itself.
And with the pendant, a short note, written in a flowing script near as ancient as the pendant it lies with.
My condolences and grief for you and yours, for the loss of your loved ones. May the jewel within remind you ever of the sister you have lost and her children as well.
-Lupinius
As they are set upon the ground outside the gate, the wolf tips its head back and lets out a single, long, mournful howl, siren song of grief to the departed.
A moment later, he is gone again, leaving behind the gifts and the fading echoes of its long cry.
Like a ghost in some vision from ancient days, the giant wolf emerges from the fog that marks the portal of the Guardians. Silvery gray, marked by its size, it's brilliant blue eyes and the thick, beaten silver collar encircling its neck, from which dangles a jet-black stone amulet embraced by silver.
He had heard the news, of the death of Jewell. He had only met her a few times, but each had left its own impression.
And met Lord Ravenlock himself as well, a meeting that had left a lasting impression of its own, as well as powerful respect for both the man and the Ravenlock clan.
A slow, deliberate pace set and kept, the walk from the portal to the Ravenlock compound close by both pilgrimage and homage.
In its jaws, the wolf carries two items.
Approaching the gates, the wolf comes to a halt just outside of them. Sitting on its haunches, the beast lowers its head to the ground, dropping the things it carries on the ground - a single, brilliant blue rose, and a small pouch of black velvet, the kind precious jewels are held in.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zrwMrRPK3GY/SMRFzzp4ATI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QvATqIHJIDQ/s1600-R/blue_rose.jpg
Inside the pouch can be found a pendant, sapphire wrapped in threads of fine silver, the shape like that of a great tear, shed by the earth itself in homage to the fallen Ravenlock sister and her children.
http://www.kimberlyscreativedesigns.com/images/T/N18-3.JPG
He had found it in the cavern of the Guardians. It doesn't belong to any of his, of that he is certain. Such ancient places may contain many such treasures, waiting to be found when the time presents itself.
And with the pendant, a short note, written in a flowing script near as ancient as the pendant it lies with.
My condolences and grief for you and yours, for the loss of your loved ones. May the jewel within remind you ever of the sister you have lost and her children as well.
-Lupinius
As they are set upon the ground outside the gate, the wolf tips its head back and lets out a single, long, mournful howl, siren song of grief to the departed.
A moment later, he is gone again, leaving behind the gifts and the fading echoes of its long cry.