Thread: Lost One (Sacrah and Boitoi

Once, the ruins had been the tower of a mighty wizard... four towers to be exact. Each set in alignment with a specific star at the four cardinal directions. Centuries before that it had been grove that was sacred to the Elven people, before the comming of man. When the humans came and tore down much of the ancient forrest so that they might build thier homes and villiages and cities to blight the land, a powerful Wizard had chosen the site with great care that he might tap into the nigh unlimited power flowing from the magical spring. Once, he had been a mighty wizard. Powerful beyond compare, and master of all he surveyed from the tops of his mighty towers. People had come from far and wide for the chance to serve him and learn from him. Then he'd made a deal with a demon... whether it was the wrong demon for what he wished to accomplish, or just the wrong deal... things had gone terribly wrong. Now, centuries later the towers were ruins of his former glory. A cruel reminder of everything he'd once had. The people had fled his madness, and the subsequent change that had twisted his body to monstrous proportions. The forest had reclaimed the local lands, with the nearest villiage being almost a full day's walk from the ruins. The solitude suited him now, it allowed him to continue his studies in peace. It allowed him to search for a way to fix what he'd become. The villiagers called him 'The Ghost that Stalks the Shadows', sending sacrifices of livestock on the eve of every full moon. They believed that it kept them safe, that by sating his hunger he would leave them alone. In truth... he could care less what the villiagers thought. He ate well enough in the forest, but on the eve of the full moon he feasted. The sound of a rock clattering down one of the drainage ditches caused his ears to perk, rotating toward the sound of near silent footsteps he had missed in his concentrated study. It was spring time, he could smell it in the warm breeze that flowed into his den from the many small holes that dotted the ruins he now dwelt beneath. A time when foolish young men came to his tower in search of treasures to present to their beloved, a time when young lovers frolicked in the forest to 'reconvene' with nature away from the prying eyes of their parents. Lips curled back from his teeth as he sniffed the air once more. This was different... not some brash youth intent on theft. A low growl rumbling in his throat as the scent of the intruder filled him, bringing rise to something he hadnt felt in ages. Desire... the intruder was female, and very much alone. There was no possible way one of the simple villiage girls had come out here alone. Quickly the massive beast climbed the wall of his den to an opening that had once been a trap door in the base of one of the towers. His dark furred form blending with the shadows offerd by the ruins as he climbed up the remains of the interrior wall silently. At the top of the crumbling wall he crouched, his lip still curled back in a silent growl as he peered at the lithe elven beauty approaching his enchanted fountain. Infused by the magic within the water, it was th eonly bit of the ruins that remained undamaged by the passage of... how many years had it been now... He shook the stray thought from his mind as he watched her, just as the sun broke through a small cloudbank once more. His silhouette appearing amidst the courtyard, practically right behind her.