Post by Adam Masou on Mar 30, 2004 3:43:38 GMT -5
It was, as usual, fairly late into the night and Adam Masou, the mysterious beast master who had darkened Ulster's proverbial doorstep not but three nights ago was roaming the hallways. Restless from the night, feeling the pull of the moon he wandered relentlessly. The unnaturally large bengal tiger that seemed to accompanying the strange man everywhere loped by his side, golden eyes scouring the hallways for a mouse or a vole to snack on, but to no avail, the Queen kept her castle neat and rodent free. The tug was getting too strong for Masou to endure. He looked down to his hand in which his gift, a small token of his appreciation for all that the Queen and Ulster had done for him in the past three days laid delicately between his fingers. With a sigh he knew he had no other real choice at this point, and with a turn he headed for Kahlan's Study.
He had already had his grand tour of the castle and having quite the memory, knew where to go. The tiger looked up at him, a look of bewilderment as to why this man, more beast than human, would waste his time on the humans of this city. Ban was a circus stray, a sixhundred plus pound bengal tiger who had since his capture and subsequent escape developed an unhealthly hatred for all humanoid creatures. He, like Adam, put up with them only when he really had to. But Adam knew his token needed to be given, for in this world, the human world, certain measures need be undertaken to secure their home- the Western Woods - remain free from the human influence. Pushing open the heavy door to the study he moved into the room silently. The moon's silver glow illuminated him through large bay windows as he entered. Immediately he was entranced. As far back as he could remember the moon had a special pull on him. Like a feral animal he would sit and watch it from the time it showed its face to the time the sun began to rise in the east each morning, enthralled by its grace and tranquility. It was pulling on him now. It was calling him home.
Stepping to the desk quickly, he wrote no note and left no message other than the simple thing he left in the center of the wooden structure. A flower, a pure, simple, white flower with a long stem, and around it the dirty remains of his bandana. The once white cloth was tied in a knot around the flower's stem, both turning silver in the grace of the moon's light. It was a symbol of thanks to the kindness of one which he considered not only a great ruler, but a good human being, and tied around it was a promise of a speedy return to conclude their business. However, home was calling, and there were matters there that needed his presence more now than ever. Slipping out of the castle he was met by the red tailed hawk that had been keeping silent watch over the main gate. It alit upon his shoulder and together the three of them left the safety and sacntity of the castle walls, disappearing out into the darkness.
He had already had his grand tour of the castle and having quite the memory, knew where to go. The tiger looked up at him, a look of bewilderment as to why this man, more beast than human, would waste his time on the humans of this city. Ban was a circus stray, a sixhundred plus pound bengal tiger who had since his capture and subsequent escape developed an unhealthly hatred for all humanoid creatures. He, like Adam, put up with them only when he really had to. But Adam knew his token needed to be given, for in this world, the human world, certain measures need be undertaken to secure their home- the Western Woods - remain free from the human influence. Pushing open the heavy door to the study he moved into the room silently. The moon's silver glow illuminated him through large bay windows as he entered. Immediately he was entranced. As far back as he could remember the moon had a special pull on him. Like a feral animal he would sit and watch it from the time it showed its face to the time the sun began to rise in the east each morning, enthralled by its grace and tranquility. It was pulling on him now. It was calling him home.
Stepping to the desk quickly, he wrote no note and left no message other than the simple thing he left in the center of the wooden structure. A flower, a pure, simple, white flower with a long stem, and around it the dirty remains of his bandana. The once white cloth was tied in a knot around the flower's stem, both turning silver in the grace of the moon's light. It was a symbol of thanks to the kindness of one which he considered not only a great ruler, but a good human being, and tied around it was a promise of a speedy return to conclude their business. However, home was calling, and there were matters there that needed his presence more now than ever. Slipping out of the castle he was met by the red tailed hawk that had been keeping silent watch over the main gate. It alit upon his shoulder and together the three of them left the safety and sacntity of the castle walls, disappearing out into the darkness.