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Discovery by Kaerou

Discovery

Kaerou

Walking through the strange woods, Cyril felt an increasing discomfort. The strange pendant he has been given felt like it was hot. He had been told it was magical: it somehow gave sorcerers an edge somehow: he didn't understand it. All he knew was that it felt strange against his fur: he didn't like it. Maybe he would give it back after this journey. He was no sorcerer.. it was stupid to have even mentioned the possibility to the guild master. And now he had been given a strange amulet that was burning him. Probably because he had no magic to enhance. He felt so stupid. He'd been trying to bring out magic for days in private. Nothing..

A strange breeze whipped up around him, dying down soon after. These woods were strange: magical in nature. He hated the wind most of all: it kept mussing up his fur. He didn't even -like- having fur. it made clothing uncomfortable and he got hot way too swiftly. He smoothed down his fur again with a hand and sighed as he followed the group. Humans had it so easy: no need to worry about mussy fur bunching beneath clothing, and they could comb their hair in moments. He followed along the trail muttering under his breath, the strange wind echoing his phrases after him. Why did this always happen to him..?

It was mere minutes later that it happened: the group had gotten close to a strange plant. Suddenly half the group was down and vines were reaching for them. The pendant burned as he felt terror. He was the weakest of the group by far! And it was all up to him! He felt terrified.. that fear came to the fore. and those winds began to stir. he had to do something! They suddenly whipped up in a frenzy around him.. he felt himself rising up in to the air.. the winds were going to tear him apart! This was too much..! Then.. he realized they were bending to his will.. he concentrated and lifted a hand.. the wind around him began to flow more smoothly.. concentrate! Concentrate! The winds gathered in a ball of swirling wind and leaves in his hand.. he directed it the reaching vines!

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