Post by pix on Jul 21, 2016 17:53:48 GMT
A long time ago, there lived two dogs. They were fresh mages, having been trained to attack from long distances, but could also wield swords alongside their classic magic. They didn't travel around much, though, only using the magic around their small home that they have lived in for a long time. It has been years now since they were young, and now they are old, with graying muzzles and less skill in their other weapon. They may go outside to yell at the neighbors, occasionally, but they still just lounged around at home, wands dusting from disuse.
However, they often had a younger visitor. A gift from their gods, many others would say. The old dogs found this new dog, a warrior in training, a bit of a nuisance. She was mainly white, with a few black spots, and was an excitable dog, jumping around and occasionally breaking the old toys the older dogs had used in their own youth. They constantly got into fights, and the younger one eventually moved away, much to the relief of the older dogs, who continued living the lazy life of magic.
The younger dog actually had an adopted brother, who was a cat. He was small for his age, and also a warrior in training. The cat was also calm compared to the other dog, but he and her would not be the same without each other. The other dogs in their neighborhood were also rather young, and they had all been training together. The day approaches where the older warriors in training were to actually stick to one place and remain a solid warrior. The young dog might still visit the older dogs, for they had been her parents for that small while she stayed.
She's an excitable ball of energy, and often called by the name... Mae.
However, they often had a younger visitor. A gift from their gods, many others would say. The old dogs found this new dog, a warrior in training, a bit of a nuisance. She was mainly white, with a few black spots, and was an excitable dog, jumping around and occasionally breaking the old toys the older dogs had used in their own youth. They constantly got into fights, and the younger one eventually moved away, much to the relief of the older dogs, who continued living the lazy life of magic.
The younger dog actually had an adopted brother, who was a cat. He was small for his age, and also a warrior in training. The cat was also calm compared to the other dog, but he and her would not be the same without each other. The other dogs in their neighborhood were also rather young, and they had all been training together. The day approaches where the older warriors in training were to actually stick to one place and remain a solid warrior. The young dog might still visit the older dogs, for they had been her parents for that small while she stayed.
She's an excitable ball of energy, and often called by the name... Mae.
