The birthplace of a king

[Dargan]

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[bg=020205] 'ooc! Sorry about this post... the top is more of a recap of what happened for anyone who did not read A Long Walk. bic! Some say you never can leave home far behind and you always find your way back to it. Well what happens when your home calls to you, to save not only your life but others? Would you go or would you let them die? The choices were too much even for Dargan to pick from. Seina wanted these imperfect beings and he did not have the heart to take them from her. Seina, the blue eyed white goddess of Riuna and Dargan only true friend. He never wanted a wolf to call him friend and now he had disowned his own daughter in his heart. If it was not for Arria, he would be with Seina and not on his way to the volcano. Even though she had taken the water she dumped on him off his pelt, he still felt weaker than normal. Dargan had fled and ran to the place he called home. On the way he had met someone named Jey, but of course Trigo and Arria showed up to try and stop him. They finally let him go to the volcano and he wasted no time on leaving them. Now he stood at the bottom of his volcano. He could smell the ash in the air and it brought back memories of the beginning of time. He sighed as he placed one paw in-front of the other and began the long climb up. His travel speed had improved since the start of his journey, but he was still slow, or at least he thought so. The places were his paws touched turned into a black outline of his large paws. The prints were forever burned into the side of the volcano from Dargan's intense heat. His body and the world were heating back up and the closer he got to the top of the volcano the warmer his own body became. His eyes that were once glazed glowed with his power and once more gained an orange tint. His eyes had not had an orange tint in years, but the power from the volcano was making him stronger than usual. At last he made it to the top of the volcano and a cold smile spread across his lips. The fools should not have let me come here. Do they not know how strong the volcano's power affects me? The god of fire laughed as his fur became a moving flame and smoke rose to the heavens. Speaking thoughts