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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:13 pm
Burzum So tonight Burzum had made it his goal to get all the way from his family's den in the forest to the Stronghold. He was pretty sure he knew the way from having tailed his Odd-Uncle there and back a few times, but even so a frission of excitement tingled down his spine and made the cub's white fur stand on end from skull to tailbone. Probably he woke people up as he made his way out of the den. They were all entirely too sensitive, his family, and so it was nearly impossible to sneak past them even when they were asleep. That was why Burzum broke into a run as soon as he was outside of the den's confines and began running through the woods. The night was as black as he knew his spirit to be but Burzum was not afraid. Yolla It was dark out and his dad wasn't back. Yolla was alone in the den while lots of the rest of the pride was out having a going away party for a new captain, or something. Yolla understood that this was something really important in this pride, but he didn't understand why his dad was going if he wasn't really happy about this Ru person going away. All of those considerations had long since ceased to register for the moon-marked cub though as the night stretched longer and longer without his father's return. His dad had said he didn't mean to stay long, but it seemed like he'd forgotten about that. Yolla wondered if he ought to go looking for him. On one paw, his dad might've gone crazy again and gotten lost. On the other paw, he might be fine and enjoying himself without having a cub to keep track of. Yolla sat at the mouth of the den and waffled some more.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:06 pm
Burzum Like a spirit Burzum seemed to fly across the expanse of no-lion's land between his forest home and the Stronghold. There were a great a great many enormous rocks on this side of the Stronghold to provide sentries with vantage points while presenting a daunting facade to outlanders. Burzum wasn't daunted, even though in the darkness the stones formed alien shapes that looked even more ominous and threatening than they did by daylight. "Hssssah!" Burzum hissed at the imposing figures to let them know he didn't find them the least bit frightening. In fact, they should be afraid of him. He was named darkness, after all, and they were just stones. Long after they had crumbled into sand, darkness would remain. It was the first and last thing. He was convinced of it. Just the same, he didn't exactly strut up to the Stronghold. Instead he slipped from one pool of shadowy blackness to another and sidled up the path as it wound its way upward and into the elevated ground of the Stronghold itself. There would be reavers here, and they would be on the lookout for potential threats. Burzum knew that he was at least a potential threat, if not an actual one should he decide to be. Sometimes he forgot that he had white fur. Yolla Yolla had just about made up his mind to go looking for his dad when he saw something move in the shadows. With a terrified squeak he dove back into the den, forgetting that it was a pretty shallow den. So his headfirst dive into the wall did him no favors and for a moment he saw not one, but two ghostly figures creeping in the shadows. The two figures solidified into one person after a few seconds, but that didn't really make them any less scary. They were cub sized but moved without making any noise at all and his face looked like he was wearing war paint. Yolla guessed at first that this must be one of the reavers going away with the captain, but he didn't look all that much bigger than Yolla was. That was weird. The absurdity of his supposition didn't make much of an impact on Yolla though because he was suddenly distracted by trying to be invisible as the white cub darted right to the mouth of his den, apparently using its shadows for concealment.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 8:31 am
Burzum Yolla wasn't much good at being invisible. It took Burzum less than a second to realize that he was not alone in his hiding place, and that he had been seen. That didn't bode well. "Yai!" he cried, turning around with his teeth bared and his face contorted in a fearsome snarl. His outcry was unearthly and probably sufficient to wake the dead. He hoped it would be enough to convince anyone who had seen him that they were dealing with something or someone better left alone. "Do not interfere in the affairs of the spirits, mortal," he growled. If he'd spoken in his usual voice he undoubtedly would have found himself the subject of laughter. His speaking voice was disappointingly high pitched and sweet-sounding. Burzum couldn't wait to outgrow it. As he squinted into the darkness, his eyes glowing faintly even though there was virtually no light for them to reflect. He really couldn't see very well at all. It was almost disconcerting to be in someone else's den and unable to see as clearly in the dark as he usually could. Yolla A part of Yolla would have liked to scurry to one of the hidden side areas of the den and maybe whimper and cringe a bit, but he knew his dad would be disappointed if he ever found out. His dad never said he was disappointed in Yolla, but he did tell a lot of stories about brave reavers and talk about what it meant to be one of the Stormborn. Yolla would like to have a story to tell his dad for once. If only the spectre-ghost-thing wouldn't make that gods-awful noise! Yolla had never heard anything like it, and he was certain it wasn't natural. Not in the slightest. Maybe he really was dealing with something otherworldly. After all, there was a god's emissary living with the pride, according to his dad. Why shouldn't there be spirits, too? "Why do your affairs take you to my family's den?" he demanded with only a hint of a quiver in his voice.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 8:14 am
Burz "Do not question me!" Burz growled. "I am a ghost of the forest and if you make me angry, I will haunt you until the day you die. You will never again find a single object you put down. You'll hear noises at all hours of the day and night. Your mane will constantly be knotted. Do not make me angry!" That sounded impressive to Burzum. Oh, sure, he knew that spirits could do nastier things than that, but he was trying to stick to threats the he, himself, might be able to carry out if he was put to the test. Really, though, he doubted that the shaking cub in front of him would call his bluff. It looked as though it had taken most of his courage just to challenge him with that one question. "Turn around and go back to sleep. When you wake up I will have departed and this visitation will be as nothing but a dream." He didn't know if the other cub could see his face very well - he couldn't really see all that well, after all - but he made one of his scariest faces just in case he needed to look more intimidating. Yolla "But if you came into my family's den, I think I have the right to ask questions of you whether you like it or not," Yolla protested. He did not ask any further questions though, for while the small self-proclaimed ghost's threats did not strike him as particularly terrifying or lethal, they did seem plenty annoying and just in case he wasn't being pranked, Yolla would prefer not to be on the receiving end of such concentrated spiritual ire. "Fine, fine," he grumbled. "I'll do my best to go to sleep. But it's not like it'll be easy, what with there just having been a ghost in the den. How do I know there won't be more?"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:09 am
Burz As the other cub grumbled Burzum had been glancing backward and watching the sky, waiting for clouds to pass so that he would be even less likely to be seen. The moon, if it was showing at all, was pretty well obscured by the clouds as it was, but Burz was infiltrating a foreign territory and had already been seen once. He wasn't going to be so careless again. When the darkness reached acceptable levels Burzum slipped backward, leaving the den and its mewling, whining occupant behind him. He had a mission to complete and standing there jabbering with such a useless, namby-pamby wuss wasn't getting it accomplished any faster. He might be back later though, just to see if he could scare the stupid one some more. In fact, his mental mission statement altered appropriately to include that as a goal. As he darted higher up into the stronghold Burzum smirked to himself. It was good to be him. Yolla Yolla was still talking (or scolding or whining or whatever you want to call it) when he realized that he did not have the full attention of this small creature who claimed to be about the business of the spirits. Upon reaching this conclusion there wasn't much more for Yolla to do but demand, "Are you even listening to me?" The answer, apparently, was a resounding No. The spirit-creature had darted off without making a single sound to mark his departure. That was creepy. The whole encounter had been creepy, and those threats hadn't been particularly reassuring either. On the off chance that he wasn't the victim of someone's practical joke, Yolla wondered if there was any sort of protection that could be found against malignant spirits and came to the conclusion that there probably was, but he'd have to talk to a priestess about it, and they were just as scary. Everything was scarier now that he was alone, actually. Lacking any preferably option, Yolla curled into a tight ball in the shadows of the den and watched the entrance through wide eyes. He probably wouldn't sleep that night, but at least he wouldn't be taken by surprise.
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