How would someone fight the living stone? No sword or arrow could possible pierce it's hide, not even fire, perhaps that's why it still stands here until this day, protecting potentially more than a measly ruins. Not that it wouldn't be sufficient as each holds its own tale. The feline had no wish to antagonize this monstrosity as it's cleary owns the upper hand. Conserving his words careful before addressing this statue.
"Merely out of curiosity have me and my friend come here, we wish to learn more of this island's history, and by visiting these ruins, perhaps it would enlighten our view."
Taking a few steps forwards, carefully sheathing his weapon, before placing it upon the ground, with no sudden movements. Fully aware this beings threatening visage, reacting purely upon the leopard's sudden use of his sword, easing off as soon these two were clearly nothing more then travellers seeking lore which may've been forgotten.
"If we leave our weapons here, may we enter?" Seth asked, upon rising up to his feet.
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And so the wolf set off in search for the burial site to his old-old-Grand father. There if fortune smiles upon him, he may find who the illusionary image was telling him about. Yet he must be aware that Edward is somewhere out there looking for this hammer which still eludes them all, on it's very existence. Where can it be found, and what happens if the wrong person gets hold of it. Adrian shrugged at the thought as he literally ran through the forest. Unlike everyone else, he was headed north, perhaps fortune would smile upon him, finding potential passersby knowing bits and pieces on this site's whereabouts. Perhaps he may never find what he's looking for, what then? Should he make it back all this way on foot toward the other side of this island, it wasn't a comforting thought, as he clearly had to make use of what minerals and food this land could offer.
Perhaps stupidity or inadequate pride, clearly setting him off on a impossible journey, considering what limited resources there are. Tree's, moss, bushes with berries, bearing unknown properties, mushrooms that falls flat to his knowledge. Added next to his waist, was essentially his only source of water held inside a woolen cloth piece which he had acquired back at the beach, the water he had filled up before heading off.
Taking him through the forest, as with the tree's now more scattered than anything, while the ground itself was filled with grass in a lushful green colour. Flowers and a small lake could be spotted in the distance. Whether fortune smiles upon the wolf as a small hut, with a lovely little farm filled with crops nearby. A loner in the midst of nowhere still alive hopefully. Perhaps he could ask for directions, maybe a meal on the road ahead.. He wasn't taking any chances however and unsheathed out his sword, while warily approaching carefully looking around. Carrots and potatoes... Hmm, hopefully not all to it, but if that's the case, better then nothing.
No one there to see...
Couldn't be abandoned now could it, crops looks way to fresh, unless evident says otherwise. Adrian simply took a moment, carefully knocking on the door.
"Hello...! Anyone there?"
Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming from the other side. The black canine carefully back away in case the wooden door would flip outwards. A female purple furred bunny with some ragged clothing appeared.
"Don't want nothing, you hear...." Quickly cutting her sentence short, realizing the sword. She quickly attempted to lock the door, as if terrified of what this wolf might attempt doing to her.
A simple reaction brought the wolf to interfere, slapping one hand against the door, imploring he meant her no harm, in fact he was merely looking for a bit of snack, and potentially directions.
"I mean you no harm miss.. In fact, I'm in need of supplies, only a little to get me started, as I'm in search for a crystallized tomb, wondering if you'd might know the path in which I must take." Also in act of wishing to show as little threat to her as possible, he simply dropped the sword down upon the ground, even if that'd be something he'd never do, unless situation requires such, after all, it's a gift, and such he values it higher then most at the moment. For all he knew, she could use this as an opportunity, knocking the wolf over, or at least off balance, giving enough time, snatching the blade, before running off. Fortunate that wasn't the case, in fact her expression from overly worrying changed to a calm but stern face.
"It ain't often I get visitors, and in fact my last stew turned out of any singular proportions, so be my guest." As she looked upon the wolf's frivolous face, an urge of desire not leaving his weapon outside, she simply nodded, clearly judging his character as trustworthy even if she barely knew the man in question.
"Name's Louise, what is it Sir. Wolf may desire... As I have indeed heard of this tomb which you mention, but the one who lies buried there has been here for a decade at least. Several generations in fact, what possible could that spot interest someone like you... I mean looking at your pique form, I'd almost take you an adventurer, seeking thrills in combat, not lounging for lost history." At the same time, she went for what looked like her kind of kitchen. The place was rather small, but doable for one living on her own. She clearly had skills though, as everything seemed handmade, from the wooden crusted table, to the benches and even wardrobes. The house it self, probably made by her as well. Adrian simply wished to express his amazement, clearly wishing to show nothing more then respect.
"Fine house you have Louise...!" Taking a brief pause looking briefly around the detail, before looking into the helpful bunny eyes.
"My name is Adrian Valiant Elderhorn, and that grave or place which I've mentioned belongs to my great-great-great old father."
Without further idea. upon fully revealing his complete name, she immediately lost her manners, but not in any sort of rude way, simply by her acting changed dramatically.
"Valiant... That's your middle name?" With a simple nod from the black wolf being questioned, she took a sudden leave to the back of her house, disappearing from sight, for a fragile minute or so.
"Here.." Upon arriving towards the wolf, with what appeared very much like a portrait. It looked barely anything like him, but Adrian recognised fractions of it.
"You knew him...?" Sounding rather stupid realizing clearly she must have someone within her family who might've done so.
"I did, or at least through stories, passed by each generation of mine, simple as bedtime stories if any. But yes, from the sound of it, he was one true hero, along with his faithful mount, which I've heard rumors about, is very much still alive, but lives rather secluded. Yet I've never seen one, and considering what is said, him being a dragon, it's rather difficult figuring how he has remained as hidden throughout all these years I've lived here, and I'm born here... Well not exactly here, but you get what I'm saying right?" Once again the wolf simply nodded as both shared in her vegetable stew. It was surprisingly delicious, perhaps not as nutritious, but it very well deserved some praise on it's own.
"Well your at least headed in the right direction, it's further north. In fact it lies near Lianthal town ruins, there you'll find it. Perhaps half a day trip if your not dilly dallying along the way." Giving an almost frightful smirk, but it was merely good fun, as she clearly made it sound like.
With little else on his mind, Adrian thanked for everything before taking off north. He would have to make it through what appeared an almost desolate landscape filled with nothing but patches of grass. It wasn't awful or anything, just dauntingly sad to look at, as if the land itself hasn't survived the harsh environmental hazards which has been cast upon this island. Withering flowers along the path. Desperate rather for water as it seemed like it hasn't had much in form of rain in a long time. Perhaps that's why the grass is more brown then further south. Wonders how she's even managed to have such a prosperous field to work with. Perhaps she travels to the forest where he had departed from earlier. It wasn't much he wished to ponder on, as he clearly had one set of mind. Make it to the so called ruins, and seek out this burial ground, chant Whitefang three times and see what possible his great-great-great grandfather meant.
Also, Louise did indeed mention a mount, perhaps a dragon, from what she described. No matter, he won't be amazed or anything, after all, he's already had the luxury of meeting such a pride race more then once. What difference would another one do, apart from age, hence what the stories that's been told, and considering if he's lived ever since Valiant lived here, surely that could tell that he is wise and cunning. Yet, why would he shelter himself from the curious eyes, he couldn't tell. Perhaps he'll one day find out if this is indeed said truth.
