The Moon Bridge Collapses.


He Plummets, securing his pauldrons onto his shoulders as he falls, the wind whipping past him.


He sets down onto a grey surface, gravity seemingly slowing him for his foot to ever so gently touch down, his unkempt silver hair ruffled about his shoulders.

"Interesting..." The Elder mutters... gazing around at a seemingly white, endless oblivion.

The Elder continues to gaze around until he suffers a massive feeling of vertigo, falling forward onto his knees where he gasps for breath.


He blinks once, twice, looking about himself again. The Familiar smells of the Sept brushing against his senses...

The Silver Fang coughs, inhales, and stands.... checking to make sure the coast was clear, thankfully it was.


The Walker turns to go change... He needed some clothes. Damn Hallucinations.

He takes a deep breath, smoke filling his lungs, the oiled yet dry taste tingling his senses.


The Russian exhales, the smoke billowing outward across the room, his features obscured by the plume as it seemingly bellows from his cowl.


He had been thinking as of late, something he rarely ever did, being it was his nature to act upon the moment.

He felt a great change approaching, he couldn't exactly pinpoint what was going to change, but he had a deep inner feeling of it.


The Russian smiles, another thing he hadn't done on a regular basis.


Things would be O.K. he knew it deep down, his soul was contempt for now...



The Elder idly glances down at Kinslayer, the kama in it's usual belted position on his body, the spirit within seemed somber for the moment, as was its master.


There would be much to come.