Post by Jafereas on Sept 23, 2014 7:59:43 GMT -6
Born to a family of Royalty, Xamin Argir was a young man who loved the fact of tree mending and being connected to the lonely forest. He lived with his mother and father who also had 10 other children alike. 11 children in one family causes a problem of keeping track and carrying for all of them even with the nannies that were hired to care for the multiple children. One day, Xamin traveled outside of his father's town, Sambiari Village, and down to the river above the Burial Fields in shadowmoon valley. While there, he saw a vision. A creature of some sort appeared in a white light. It was a wolf and it spoke as a human would. Xamin studied this language of humans for a long while so he had an understanding of the creature. The wolf spotted him and traveled towards him, he spoke roughly and quick, "Xamin Argir, Your time is now." With his words ending, the wolf lunged at Xamin and into his spirit. Xamin fell to the ground from impact, gathered himself together, and stood up. His body felt exhausted. He looked into the lake that was currently disturbed, when it cleared what Xamin saw was a terrifying sight for him. He had become the wolf he first saw. He then began to panic, throwing his paws around, running into trees and bushes. He eventually wore himself out and sat down. A voice entered his head, clear as day. "Welcome Xamin, to the spiritual world. Your thoughts become my concerns." He thought about what has happened to him, if he had died or not. "No, you are not dead, this is a grace seen by many as a gift. You have control of all of the elements, Use them wisely." He thought about how he would be able to do that as a wolf and when he looked at his paws, they were his hands at once again. "Now, think about controlling the power of fire and target that dead tree on the ground." Xamin thought for a second, extended his hands focusing on the log, red fire traveled up into his arms and as it reached his finger tips it became a soft blue flame, he shot a fire bolt with the kickback of a high powered rifle and fell back. When he arose, he had hit the log with the bolt and it incinerated into a million pieces and created a blast radius of hot coals.
"Good, now extinguish the fire." He thought about the cooling effects. His mind became a storm cloud that created a rain cloud over the coals. The rain fell and cooled the coals, he approached, curious about what had happened. He stepped on a hot coal and seared his foot. "Not to worry my friend, place your hoof in the rain." He extended his hoof and placed it into the rain. The water seemed to rush to the wound, sealing it and creating a bond over it. The water bubbled and then fell to the ground. He had been healed to full extent. His hoof leaving no sign of the burn.
"Perfect, Now conjure a lightning bolt and strike the storm." He placed his hands together, turned sideways and pulled them apart, creating a blue bolt that bounced between his hands. He let it hit his right hand one last time and then propelled the projectile forward towards the cloud. It shot with the speed of any and struck the cloud making it stop raining and the cloud to vanish.
His training had continued all through the day and when he returned home, he was afraid of what his parents would think. "This is not proper." He imitated his dad speaking. So he turned, running down the hill he dropped to all fours and transformed into a spiritual wolf. He headed for the forest to begin his training and enjoy his new found powers.
years past before he returned home. emerging for the forest, a spectral wolf emerged slowly he noticed a sight that no son should see. The village had been burned to a crisp. He noticed the smoke still emitting from a building. He darted to the top of the hill as quick as his paws would allow him. He began to growl as he approached the top. He reached the top and there was no sign of any living forces. He spun around, looking for anything that could have led to this. He turned to his fathers chambers and shifted out of his wolf form. He approached the room slowly and stopped about 50 ft from the entrance. Xamin fell to his knees as he saw a horrific sight. His father on a post, blood poured down the post. As he followed the post to its peak his fathers head had been mounted on it with his body hanging on ever so slightly. his head split at his forehead be a very sharp blade. and at the bottom of the post, his mother. In a position as if she were begging for them to stop. He approached her body and when he got closer, her hands were nailed together and bound by a rope. Her head was split in the center by a rod leading into the ground, her clothes torn and her body revealed. Her legs were nailed to a board, keeping them set in a fixed separation length. Dried blood appeared on her thighs and on the board beneath her. They nailed her to the ground, raped her, and then split her skull with a rod.
by this time, Xamin had tears down to his waist. He stood and traveled off into the woods. He returned with several pieces of dead wood that had been drying for months it seemed, he placed his father on the ground next to his mother and surrounded them with the wood. He placed a flammable blanket on top of the wood and lit it ablaze. He backed up, tears still in his eyes and turned into a spectral wolf, and sat down and watched as his parents bodies were released into the after life. Tears filled the massive wolfs eyes and he turned and began to travel, looking for a new home. He had many new powers that anyone who would be willing to fight this would be willing to take.
"Good, now extinguish the fire." He thought about the cooling effects. His mind became a storm cloud that created a rain cloud over the coals. The rain fell and cooled the coals, he approached, curious about what had happened. He stepped on a hot coal and seared his foot. "Not to worry my friend, place your hoof in the rain." He extended his hoof and placed it into the rain. The water seemed to rush to the wound, sealing it and creating a bond over it. The water bubbled and then fell to the ground. He had been healed to full extent. His hoof leaving no sign of the burn.
"Perfect, Now conjure a lightning bolt and strike the storm." He placed his hands together, turned sideways and pulled them apart, creating a blue bolt that bounced between his hands. He let it hit his right hand one last time and then propelled the projectile forward towards the cloud. It shot with the speed of any and struck the cloud making it stop raining and the cloud to vanish.
His training had continued all through the day and when he returned home, he was afraid of what his parents would think. "This is not proper." He imitated his dad speaking. So he turned, running down the hill he dropped to all fours and transformed into a spiritual wolf. He headed for the forest to begin his training and enjoy his new found powers.
years past before he returned home. emerging for the forest, a spectral wolf emerged slowly he noticed a sight that no son should see. The village had been burned to a crisp. He noticed the smoke still emitting from a building. He darted to the top of the hill as quick as his paws would allow him. He began to growl as he approached the top. He reached the top and there was no sign of any living forces. He spun around, looking for anything that could have led to this. He turned to his fathers chambers and shifted out of his wolf form. He approached the room slowly and stopped about 50 ft from the entrance. Xamin fell to his knees as he saw a horrific sight. His father on a post, blood poured down the post. As he followed the post to its peak his fathers head had been mounted on it with his body hanging on ever so slightly. his head split at his forehead be a very sharp blade. and at the bottom of the post, his mother. In a position as if she were begging for them to stop. He approached her body and when he got closer, her hands were nailed together and bound by a rope. Her head was split in the center by a rod leading into the ground, her clothes torn and her body revealed. Her legs were nailed to a board, keeping them set in a fixed separation length. Dried blood appeared on her thighs and on the board beneath her. They nailed her to the ground, raped her, and then split her skull with a rod.
by this time, Xamin had tears down to his waist. He stood and traveled off into the woods. He returned with several pieces of dead wood that had been drying for months it seemed, he placed his father on the ground next to his mother and surrounded them with the wood. He placed a flammable blanket on top of the wood and lit it ablaze. He backed up, tears still in his eyes and turned into a spectral wolf, and sat down and watched as his parents bodies were released into the after life. Tears filled the massive wolfs eyes and he turned and began to travel, looking for a new home. He had many new powers that anyone who would be willing to fight this would be willing to take.