Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

¬History in the Making
IP: 24.205.67.34
Posted on September 27, 2013 at 11:00:36 AM by Texas

((Reserved))

After traveling across all the territories surrounding the mountain and many long nights collecting information for his records, Texas had finally finished his maps his dragon had drawn out under his supervision. It took a few tries to get it right but their hard work had been rewarded with a book more full than empty. First he added whole maps of the territories, one full one, then more specific ones of each hemisphere and them individual maps of each territory. It was, to say the least, tedious. He had circled every piece of land at least a hundred times, determined to get it perfect. His smaller dragon happily carried his work on his back, having tied rope to it as to secure it to his back. He was quite proud of his work. It had, after all, taken them nearly a year to collect such data. They would add this to their new library, along with their records they had on the members of the mountain.

Finally taking a break after a year of work, Texas traveled with ease to his favorite spot on the mountain, right after Ice Mountain. He moved swiftly, running zig-zagged and ducking under low branches, jumping over fallen trees. Tex was at his prime, two years old and kicking. He felt on top of the world, a king to an unclaimed territory. He knew every nook and cranny on the mountain, he could tell anybody off the top of his head where any land mark was, and could recite a good number of blessings. There was so much information he had yet to discover, so many stories the elders kept to themselves, undocumented history he had yet to uncover. Toric had told him a good chunk of history, explaining to him what ranks were, how blessings worked, who owned all of this territory. He really was the dog's best friend when it came down to it all. Of course, Texas hadn't exactly made much time to meet anybody else, though that was irrelevant.

His speed increased, leaving Rayven stumbling behind before giving up trying to keep up on the ground and taking to the air. The dog raced forward, only snagging himself a couple times on shrubbery and branches. His paws carried him all of the way to the river, hardly slowing down before leaping into the frigid water. The beginning of autumn had chilled the water more than usual but the shock was a welcomed one after his sprint to the river. He swam about a bit until Rayven finally appeared at the river bank having been weighed down by the leather bound book. Texas climbed out of the water, shaking himself off a safe distance away from the dragon so he wouldn't ruin his records. Once he was sufficiently dry, Tex took off running again, only this time it was just to get enough momentum going to carry him into a nearby tree. It was one of the perks of being a catahoula leopard dog, he thought. Being able to climb trees was a hell of an advantage to most scenarios. Rayven joined him in the tree, perching himself upon a higher branch, and resting. He hadn't done much running in his two years, causing for some serious out of shape muscles. However, being alive after two years was, to say the least, an achievement, being among the smallest dragons on the mountain, so he wasn't complaining. Texas allowed himself to lay down on the thick branch, keeping his hind legs underneath him, ready to jump out of the tree at a seconds notice. His golden eyes watched the river flow, the sound of water droplets falling from his fur, hitting the ground soothed his riled up brain. Before he knew, he was drifting into unconsciousness.

Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Check this box if you want to be notified via email when someone replies to your post.




Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->