08-27-2020, 05:31 PM
Tol’vas sat in the clearing, he understood what he was supposed to do. Actual true comprehension was out of his reach however. A low growl of frustration as he failed to take another form. Malfurion showed him, but seeing the man turn into a bear didn’t help him in any way except to show him he wasn’t being lied to.
Which Tol’vas expected was the actual point. However becoming something else, was.. Challenging. Frustrating. AWFUL. At this point he’d been at it for the better part of two hours trying to put himself in the mindset of an animal. To understand what it would be like to be that animal. He was getting nowhere except to losing his temper completely.
He stood up and started to pace when he felt eyes on him. He turned to see the now familiar enormous white wolf watching him at the edge of the clearing. “Don’t you have someone else to harass?” Tol’vas grinned at Goldrinn as he spoke.
“Perhaps,” Goldrinn snarked back. “But your yipping makes for good prey.”
Tol’vas groaned. “For all that’s worth. I can’t wrap my head around this test shan’do put me up to. How can I learn to think like something I’m not?”
“You don’t.” The white wolf almost seemed to grin. “You’re too busy thinking as a mortal to think like one of us.”
“Then teach me, help me understand how you think then.”
“You mortals spend your time thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Run. Howl your fury to the stars, to Mother Moon. Let your blood pump, let it carry you forward to your next kill.” Goldrinn howled. “Be free, run and hunt. Stop thinking. Stop talking. It spoils the hunt.” He stood up again and gestured with his snout back to the forest. “Come.”
And with that he sprang away, leaving Tol’vas only two choices to run with the wolf, or to stay in the clearing not getting anywhere. With a grin he chased after the Ancient. Goldrinn stayed always just out of reach, but the elf did his best to try and catch him anyway.
Eventually Goldrinn stopped and crouched low, his eyes clearly focused ahead. “Your prey. No weapons. No words. No thoughts.” The boy looked up to see an elk ahead of them much larger then he was.
With a frown. “I can’t catch it if it runs, let alone tak-”
The ancient snapped his jaws just short of Tol’vas’ face. “No. Words,” he growled, baring his teeth, each the size of the young elf’s arm. “Hunt, or I hunt you. Kill, or be killed. You have teeth. Use them.”
The elf’s eyes narrowed in anger more than fear and he turned to face the elk. He crouched low like he watched Goldrinn. The only way he was going to even touch it was if he could surprise it. He however knew that if he didn’t chase it down then he might end up someone else’s meal. So he took off at a sprint directly towards it.
The elk immediately started to bolt as well. So Tol’vas kept running, thinking about nothing more then Goldrinn’s words until those started to fade as well. He ran through the trees going fast enough he could only focus on his prey and the trees as he came upon them. As he ran it seemed to get easier to keep the pace up rather then harder, his breathing became easier, and he even seemed to be moving faster.
Soon he was almost consumed with the kill coming at the end of the hunt. The satisfaction it would bring and the full stomach he would have. The elf didn’t even notice as he slipped into the form of a grey wolf. Until suddenly he realized he could hear the elk’s heartbeat. His attention slipped and he tripped on a tree root causing him to crash to the ground. He let out a yelp only to hear someone laughing behind him.
The White Wolf’s laugh was loud, louder then he ever heard him before. “See? Words do not hunt. Thoughts cannot kill. But you can, pup.” He turned away from the young elf-turned-wolf and gestured for the boy to follow the ancient. “Come. If you can learn to hunt, maybe you can learn something from the Forest Lord’s pet after all.”
Which Tol’vas expected was the actual point. However becoming something else, was.. Challenging. Frustrating. AWFUL. At this point he’d been at it for the better part of two hours trying to put himself in the mindset of an animal. To understand what it would be like to be that animal. He was getting nowhere except to losing his temper completely.
He stood up and started to pace when he felt eyes on him. He turned to see the now familiar enormous white wolf watching him at the edge of the clearing. “Don’t you have someone else to harass?” Tol’vas grinned at Goldrinn as he spoke.
“Perhaps,” Goldrinn snarked back. “But your yipping makes for good prey.”
Tol’vas groaned. “For all that’s worth. I can’t wrap my head around this test shan’do put me up to. How can I learn to think like something I’m not?”
“You don’t.” The white wolf almost seemed to grin. “You’re too busy thinking as a mortal to think like one of us.”
“Then teach me, help me understand how you think then.”
“You mortals spend your time thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Run. Howl your fury to the stars, to Mother Moon. Let your blood pump, let it carry you forward to your next kill.” Goldrinn howled. “Be free, run and hunt. Stop thinking. Stop talking. It spoils the hunt.” He stood up again and gestured with his snout back to the forest. “Come.”
And with that he sprang away, leaving Tol’vas only two choices to run with the wolf, or to stay in the clearing not getting anywhere. With a grin he chased after the Ancient. Goldrinn stayed always just out of reach, but the elf did his best to try and catch him anyway.
Eventually Goldrinn stopped and crouched low, his eyes clearly focused ahead. “Your prey. No weapons. No words. No thoughts.” The boy looked up to see an elk ahead of them much larger then he was.
With a frown. “I can’t catch it if it runs, let alone tak-”
The ancient snapped his jaws just short of Tol’vas’ face. “No. Words,” he growled, baring his teeth, each the size of the young elf’s arm. “Hunt, or I hunt you. Kill, or be killed. You have teeth. Use them.”
The elf’s eyes narrowed in anger more than fear and he turned to face the elk. He crouched low like he watched Goldrinn. The only way he was going to even touch it was if he could surprise it. He however knew that if he didn’t chase it down then he might end up someone else’s meal. So he took off at a sprint directly towards it.
The elk immediately started to bolt as well. So Tol’vas kept running, thinking about nothing more then Goldrinn’s words until those started to fade as well. He ran through the trees going fast enough he could only focus on his prey and the trees as he came upon them. As he ran it seemed to get easier to keep the pace up rather then harder, his breathing became easier, and he even seemed to be moving faster.
Soon he was almost consumed with the kill coming at the end of the hunt. The satisfaction it would bring and the full stomach he would have. The elf didn’t even notice as he slipped into the form of a grey wolf. Until suddenly he realized he could hear the elk’s heartbeat. His attention slipped and he tripped on a tree root causing him to crash to the ground. He let out a yelp only to hear someone laughing behind him.
The White Wolf’s laugh was loud, louder then he ever heard him before. “See? Words do not hunt. Thoughts cannot kill. But you can, pup.” He turned away from the young elf-turned-wolf and gestured for the boy to follow the ancient. “Come. If you can learn to hunt, maybe you can learn something from the Forest Lord’s pet after all.”