rode.
A grim night like this was not uncommon within the Domain. The ancient Monks and Shamans wereused to living in an austere environment just like this – their kingdom being home to the thunder, lightning, wind and anything that resembled fear or terror. That was just another reason why the Monks and Shamans were fearless. They had walked in the shadows of fear for centuries past.
As for Savagio, he feared nothing. His father and grandfather had raised him to be just that – fearless and courageous. Savagio remembered that before they had left, Octagon warned him about the crying he would hear as they neared the Kingdom of the Dead: “The benevolent souls cry out in unison, mourning in harmony, rising in tempo as they weep for their sins and the sins of others, being lost in the malevolent world of the dead. Their unadulterated cries, frozen in the cold, timeless world of nothingness, echo through the bleak darkness of icy blue as they are sung in the gloomy, lifeless vacuum of piteous quietus. They continually, mournfully rise in tempo to the rhythmic succession of their tears, grieving shamelessly for themselves and their loved ones left behind… ignore these cries,” Octagon had warned him.
Nothing stopped them or their mounts as they rode onwards with the shadows to their final destination in the creeping harshness of the night.
The Adventurers
On the first colorful brazen rays of light the next day, Ushi rode out on Niciu, with Goldest lounging in satisfaction on the stallion’s rump. They rode at leisure through the kingdoms, with no special destination in mind, just looking for adventure. They had never even looked back at the Cuspid Castle. It was time for them to seek their own, newest adventure. Another horse was in tow with their supplies. Sabira and Sunsette prepared food and extra blankets for the both of them. Captain Cuspido and Spade had helped them with their supplies. They had left before the princess had awakened. Ushi thought it was best that way; and of course, Goldest agreed with him.
“Serves her right!” Goldest had told herself with a smirk.
They rode onwards into the noon hour. Ushi made a stop and gazed out over the open green hills with numerous fields of wildflowers up ahead of them.
“We are soon to enter the Kingdom of Weeds,” Ushi remarked.
“May I correct you to say, the Kingdom of Wild-flowers. Weeds are flowers too, you know,” Goldest reminded him.
Ushi smiled down at Goldest as she corrected his chosen words. Then he said, “Is there a special kingdom within your golden heart that you would like to dwell in for a while, Goldest?”
“That kingdom is no longer be, Ushi,” Goldest replied with sadness in the tone of her voice. She pondered for a few seconds. “Ummm, on second thoughts, head northwest.”
“Northwest? But those kingdoms are not inviting,” Ushi informed her.
“Then we be the uninvited!” Goldest smartly told him.
Ushi laughed. “You never cease to amuse me, Goldest. Northwest it is!”
Ushi turned his mount towards the northwest without a second thought and onwards they rode. Excitement flowed through Ushi’s soul, as apprehension flowed through the core of Goldest’s golden heart.
In the early part of the afternoon, hunger had overcome Ushi. “We should rest awhile and eat,” Ushi informed Goldest.
“Rest?” Goldest croaked.
“You, my dear lady, have done nothing but nap on Niciu’s rump. I don’t expect you to understand, but the horses need to rest and eat, and I am famished!”
Ushi unsaddled the horses and gave them free rein of the sea green grass. A bubbling brook flowed nearby, so the horses could water themselves at will. Ushi made himself a fire and roasted the meat Sabira had packed for him. Goldest jumped into the green water and lazily sunned herself on her back. As some of the bugs floated down to her, she stretched her head back and let them float into her mouth.
The purestessence of laziness
, Ushi thought,
A grim night like this was not uncommon within the Domain. The ancient Monks and Shamans wereused to living in an austere environment just like this – their kingdom being home to the thunder, lightning, wind and anything that resembled fear or terror. That was just another reason why the Monks and Shamans were fearless. They had walked in the shadows of fear for centuries past.
As for Savagio, he feared nothing. His father and grandfather had raised him to be just that – fearless and courageous. Savagio remembered that before they had left, Octagon warned him about the crying he would hear as they neared the Kingdom of the Dead: “The benevolent souls cry out in unison, mourning in harmony, rising in tempo as they weep for their sins and the sins of others, being lost in the malevolent world of the dead. Their unadulterated cries, frozen in the cold, timeless world of nothingness, echo through the bleak darkness of icy blue as they are sung in the gloomy, lifeless vacuum of piteous quietus. They continually, mournfully rise in tempo to the rhythmic succession of their tears, grieving shamelessly for themselves and their loved ones left behind… ignore these cries,” Octagon had warned him.
Nothing stopped them or their mounts as they rode onwards with the shadows to their final destination in the creeping harshness of the night.
The Adventurers
On the first colorful brazen rays of light the next day, Ushi rode out on Niciu, with Goldest lounging in satisfaction on the stallion’s rump. They rode at leisure through the kingdoms, with no special destination in mind, just looking for adventure. They had never even looked back at the Cuspid Castle. It was time for them to seek their own, newest adventure. Another horse was in tow with their supplies. Sabira and Sunsette prepared food and extra blankets for the both of them. Captain Cuspido and Spade had helped them with their supplies. They had left before the princess had awakened. Ushi thought it was best that way; and of course, Goldest agreed with him.
“Serves her right!” Goldest had told herself with a smirk.
They rode onwards into the noon hour. Ushi made a stop and gazed out over the open green hills with numerous fields of wildflowers up ahead of them.
“We are soon to enter the Kingdom of Weeds,” Ushi remarked.
“May I correct you to say, the Kingdom of Wild-flowers. Weeds are flowers too, you know,” Goldest reminded him.
Ushi smiled down at Goldest as she corrected his chosen words. Then he said, “Is there a special kingdom within your golden heart that you would like to dwell in for a while, Goldest?”
“That kingdom is no longer be, Ushi,” Goldest replied with sadness in the tone of her voice. She pondered for a few seconds. “Ummm, on second thoughts, head northwest.”
“Northwest? But those kingdoms are not inviting,” Ushi informed her.
“Then we be the uninvited!” Goldest smartly told him.
Ushi laughed. “You never cease to amuse me, Goldest. Northwest it is!”
Ushi turned his mount towards the northwest without a second thought and onwards they rode. Excitement flowed through Ushi’s soul, as apprehension flowed through the core of Goldest’s golden heart.
In the early part of the afternoon, hunger had overcome Ushi. “We should rest awhile and eat,” Ushi informed Goldest.
“Rest?” Goldest croaked.
“You, my dear lady, have done nothing but nap on Niciu’s rump. I don’t expect you to understand, but the horses need to rest and eat, and I am famished!”
Ushi unsaddled the horses and gave them free rein of the sea green grass. A bubbling brook flowed nearby, so the horses could water themselves at will. Ushi made himself a fire and roasted the meat Sabira had packed for him. Goldest jumped into the green water and lazily sunned herself on her back. As some of the bugs floated down to her, she stretched her head back and let them float into her mouth.
The purestessence of laziness
, Ushi thought,
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