Re: Symphony of the Night (Siehydra)
Her mother's eyes were closed at Siehydra passed her, her own way of acting strong, as an alpha should, until Siehydra had already passed. Her eyes opened a little, and she felt a small pain in her chest. Her lips quivering, Siehydra would barely catch the sounds of her mother weeping slightly as her speed would start to pick up.
"Please stay alive, Siehydra! I love you!" she suddenly cries out, just barely heard from Siehydra's distance. And after rounding up to a tall hill, the volcano, and the path Siehydra would have to take clearly in view, the sound of a wolf howling to the moon above echoed through the sky. Not the kind of howl that announced prey, but the loss of one of the pack. It was touched with a bit of sorrow, and fear. Her mother's wish for Siehydra to remain safe carried on the wind as the black wolf dashed through the forest, headed for the mountain.
Going at a steady pace throughout the rest of the night, stopping occasionally to hunt small prey, and drink from a river, Siehydra would reach the base of the mountain at the coming of dawn. On all fours before a mountain path, a powerful stench of sex caught Siehydra's nose, almost overpowering. To her kind, it was a warning smell of another, fierce monster. Without a doubt, it was the scent her mother warned her about. And besides the smell, the air itself seemed oddly electrified, enough to make her hairs stand slightly. Some kind of magic, that reminded her of her own filled the atmosphere around her.
A large puff of black smoke came from the mountain, a river of lava flowing from the top. Surrounded by sea, the mountain stood on it's own, and held within it, according to rumor and common knowledge, some of the most powerful wild mamono the world knew of. Namely, a ferocious dragon. And apparently, Siehydra's cousin as well. Only powerful beasts could co-exist so closely, and not become each other's prey.
Once the view would set in, and the scent marked in her nose, Siehydra would know her path, and follow it. She managed a light trod, due to the powerful scent of the trail, and little possibility of losing it, except when she had to stop under a powerful wind blowing it around, before regathering her bearings.
Noon, Siehydra had tracked the scent to the side of the mountain, overlooking the sea that went on over the horizon. On the wide path, oddly flat, as if made a path by some unknown race, occasional, prickly plants would tickle Siehydra, as she'd make her way to an extremely large hole. Her natural instincts would flare when she saw the hole. It was large enough for the dragon herself to fit in through, but at the same time, the scent was directly inside. A dragon smelled of fire, which she could smell at all times due to the mountain lava, so she'd be unable to tell if the dragon was inside or not.
Though the trail led inside... If Siehydra happened upon the dragon, there would be no other result than her death. She would be a meal for the beast, and her spine, the woman's toothpick. It didn't appear that there were any other exits, just the one large entrance. So, if Siehydra didn't wish to risk it, she could wait for her cousin to come out. However, the intense heat was something she was not used to. Too long, and Siehydra might faint from exhaustion.
The pressure of decision was upon the wolf, both were dangerous, and life threatening.
