Welcome to Gaia! ::

Link nodded and turned back around, soon lost in thought. The news worried her a bit but it wasn’t a panic kind of worry. She would have to keep a sharp eye out for a while and try to find out more.

Soon they were at her home, a quaint building snuggled in a grove of trees. Link went to her door to unlock it. She had made the lock herself, a perplexing mechanism made of stone; an optical illusion of sorts. You had to move the stones in a certain way to unlock the door. There were thousands of ways you could maneuver the stone, but only one way will open it.

Tinkering with the lock for no more than a few seconds, Link opened the door and held out an inviting arm, asking the small group to come in.

Reyen lifted his head and eyed Synrai. "He's a spirit, nonetheless. The sad fact is that there are people who still study and practice the Dark Arts. They become corrupt, and thus, a pawn to Riven. I'd say he could easily form an army of some sort. Whether this will happen or not is not for me to decide." Reyen said as he took a seat in the chair. He had given this 'Great War' business a lot of thought. And yet he still could not decide what to do. Simply not enough information to do so. Did Synrai even? By the sounds of it he had doubts about a Great War even occurring again.

These things could be discussed. The two brothers seemed hungry and wanted to rest. Reyen would not trouble them, more specifically Synrai, with such matters.

"So.. We're all Dragon's here. Which clan's do you belong to?"

As Kokori watched the icy wind beat itself against the brave Ookami below she decided that it would not hurt if she lended them some small help. It took mere moments for her to manipulate the flows of Wind, diverting the harshest gusts away from the pack and sending them to either side or whistling above. She did not remove them entirely, the last thing she wished was for the wolfish beings to become suspicious and defensive, but the result allowed only the helpful, more natural winds to reach the pack. She also hoped that this might lead the pack onto the scents of much desired food.

She had circled lower to see the flows of Wind easier but now as she climbed back into the heights of the sky she noticed a lone Ookami racing along the ice. Curious, she drifted back and realized with a start that this creature of Orcos was closely pursued by searching creatures of The Void. She was startled by the sheer amount of these evils in existance in this frozen landscape. What dire purpose could the shadows of the Viod be pursuing here among the races both above and below the ice? What did this mean for all of the worlds? On impulse she carried the buffeting winds which barraled past the pack ahead and sent tehm shooting over the lone Ookami and into the Tainted behind.

The spikes and face shield which had grown up withdrew almost immediatly and the tainted's binding lost its steely sheen. Regaining his streightened yet relaxed posture Suriken cocked his head in thought. This second war was no suprise to him. He had been spreading as much chaos as possible since he had done away with his summoner and would harldy stop at the comings of another war. War was nothing more than another playground.

Pointing with one knife he gestured to the mark. "Hardly a marking given to a fool." Beneath the bindings of his chest there was carved that same symbol, in black. He had done it himself in a gloriously dark act of submission and he knew one day it would become a blazen red. "You say the Father hass given you a true task?" He bent himself slightly at the waist and nodded his head a fraction. "I work in the shadow of the Father's will, yess? I have done many a deed for Father Darkness and ruined ssmall pieces of every world that with time will lead to an incurable rot." He straightened once again and lowered his knives. "Perhapss it is that you wish for me to ask you your task? Or perhaps you wish to hear of mine?" This summoner was far more intriguing than any other creature of The Void he had encountered before. It was concievable that this one would push all of his schemes into place once and for all. Either this would be so or he would be forced to terminate its existance. Either way it would be a great game.

“I think it’s the herd Noca!” Kenia exclaimed happily. In this season only one herd of Noibu (a large Orcos animal much like a Deer or Moose) remained in this area, the others migrated further south to experience a more mild winter, but it wandered in and out of different territories looking for the lichen that managed to grow on the ice. Most of the hunting party was quite happy that they would have a big meal to bring back to the younger Ookami and the ones charged with guarding them, not to mention their own bellies. But the fact that it was the herd just made the two pack leaders slightly more nervous although Cavanté didn’t want to show it.
“You smell him too don’t you, Hene?”
“Yeah, but I don’t recognize the sent he might not be from another pack.”
“I should hope so, we’re still pretty far inside our territory too much for another pack just fallowing the herd. Not that I couldn’t take care of them if it was.”
“I’m sure you could, but still...”
“I know you could Noca!” The younger Ookami piped up “But I don’t recognize his pack sent, he smells like he is from far away.”
Cavanté knew he could trust Kenia’s nose, even when she was tracking Noibu that he was just beginning to notice himself. A Noibu would more then feed the entire pack for a while, but due to it’s shear size it was hard to take down.
“Hey!” He yelled, knowing that the other was close enough so that he could hear him, “If you want something to eat from us come here and join the hunt, if not you’re on your own.”