Ruan
The forest had grown quiet. After all the racing to name a land, it seemed the territories had all died. Ruan had not been a part of it, that greedy charge to take ownership, claim and mark a territory for themselves, chase after their magicks as though the fairies' powers were also theirs to conquer and possess. He only now carried his responsibilities as there was no one else to do so. He would not see the place of his heart dwindle and die.
He and Reagan had tended the forest, protected and cared for those within. Even hunting and prowling as a pair of wolves throughout the nights. While the leaders grew silent, became only ghosts and memories, they gave it life with their love, and filled it with their daughters' tinkling laughter. The Taiga may have been quiet on the outside, but it was thriving from within. Gradually growing with more life at each pass of time.
He had alighted when he sensed the subtle shift in the trees, as though they held their breath and waited. Cradled on the currents of the breeze, he scanned the area until he found them, and just as the leader of their party called out, he landed gently before them.
Massive white wings slowly folded and furled at his sides. From a charcoal face, dull magic-less eyes looked to each of them curiously. They did not look wayward and lost, did not appear to seek the sanctuary of the Taiga, and since arising as caretaker of the forest, he had as yet seen any visitors for the sole purpose of just that; visiting.
"Welcome. You've come upon the threshold of the Taiga," he greeted calmly. His dark blue gaze glanced behind him a moment, taking in the view of the treeline from their eyes, then returned to them with a smile and an amused tilt of his head. "A border of sorts, perhaps, if such things exist."
"I'm Ruan," he offered, watching them patiently.
He and Reagan had tended the forest, protected and cared for those within. Even hunting and prowling as a pair of wolves throughout the nights. While the leaders grew silent, became only ghosts and memories, they gave it life with their love, and filled it with their daughters' tinkling laughter. The Taiga may have been quiet on the outside, but it was thriving from within. Gradually growing with more life at each pass of time.
He had alighted when he sensed the subtle shift in the trees, as though they held their breath and waited. Cradled on the currents of the breeze, he scanned the area until he found them, and just as the leader of their party called out, he landed gently before them.
Massive white wings slowly folded and furled at his sides. From a charcoal face, dull magic-less eyes looked to each of them curiously. They did not look wayward and lost, did not appear to seek the sanctuary of the Taiga, and since arising as caretaker of the forest, he had as yet seen any visitors for the sole purpose of just that; visiting.
"Welcome. You've come upon the threshold of the Taiga," he greeted calmly. His dark blue gaze glanced behind him a moment, taking in the view of the treeline from their eyes, then returned to them with a smile and an amused tilt of his head. "A border of sorts, perhaps, if such things exist."
"I'm Ruan," he offered, watching them patiently.
