The Belly of the Beast Jan 15, 2019 12:36:30 GMT
Post by Lucien Rigal on Jan 15, 2019 12:36:30 GMT
The early morning sun was bright, but the air was cool. Shadows of deciduous trees that had yet to regain their leaves coated the floor below. An occasional wind came and went across the deciduous forests that spread out across Silvaria bringing with it the smells of a spring that had yet to come, exactly. It was peaceful, deceptively so.
A subtle crunch of hooves on broken ground echoed through the area as Lucien made his way through the area. It had been a few weeks since he had made the transition from pure human to Centaur, and after getting his footing, he indeed found he preferred it. It gave him more balance and mobility as well as more awareness of the world around him. Though he was still adjusting to his aura sight being so different, it was no longer as blinding as it once was. He had started to learn spells— but that hadn’t been going too well just yet, heh. All and all, he couldn’t complain too much—
If not for the fact that he was still missing Alamea, his precious tiny Lurantis. He had been assured that she might have come into this world in some form or fashion, but how? Who knew. When? Who knew. Still, Lucien had vowed that he would not give up his search until he had exhausted it. He had to keep searching, keep trying, keep doing— for his sake as much as Alamea’s. It was in this way that he had come into Silvaria territory, wandering about and searching with his eyes and his ‘sight’. Still, so focused was he on her specific aura signature that he tended to blind himself to other things.
And that was exactly what caused the beasts of old to show some interest in him. A centaur wandering around alone? Surely, he knew better than that, but surely they could not pass up a snack like this. A particular panther-like creature had started to close the distance between him very slowly— very carefully.