"The Wanderer" - Teaser
#1 of The Wanderer
Just in case any of you have been wondering, I'm not dead. x3
I haven't had much time to write anything recently because I've been working on renovating my fish pond outside. Had to empty the water, strip the liner, dig a deeper hole, put a new liner in... But you get the point. A lot of fecken' work.
Anyway, with the time that I've had these past few days, I played The Witcher 2 and have had the sudden desire to write a medieveal themed story revolving around Tarik, a canine on the run from his past, with a bounty hunter following in his footsteps sent by people who want Tarik's head on a spike. The universe in which this story is set is a bit of a fantasy world, but not outlandishly so. You'll see monsters, magic, different types of Furry races and a huge internal conflict about to explode in the lands of Malfurn.
There's a teaser below, for all of you to enjoy. This story will be posted in chapters, which will each be a few pages long.
- Ven.
"The Wanderer"
Prologue - Tarik
The term 'adventurer' has never suited or amused me. It implies a person who goes from place to place searching for thrills and adventure, saving fair maidens and slaying beasts of all kinds, defeating bandits and refusing rewards in favour of honour. But in my eyes, gold is more important than people's opinion about me, mainly because I rarely stay in any given place for very long. And by that, I mean no more than a week.
Why, you ask, would I do this? Surely, there must be a place that I've wanted to settle in, to get to know the folks and make a life for myself?
There isn't. Every place I've been to is a piss-filled hole, containing inhabitants with unpleasant looks and even more unpleasant demeanours. Mud huts with straw roofs, pigs wandering astray in the streets, recently killed bi-pedals left to rot in the ditches. Settle in that all you like - I'll keep walking.
And that's all I've done for the past ten years. Walked. Ever since I left whatever life I had behind, I've gone on and on as far as the horizon stretched. Over mountains that scratched the very surface of the sky, through forests so thick I had to chop my way through the vegetation, by lands of ice whose temperatures made my breath freeze as it left my mouth...
I could say that I've seen it all. I'd be lying. There's always something new hiding behind every corner. Be that a view that simply takes one's breath away, or a group of bandits waiting with swords drawn, their sole goal to take whatever belongings I have with me.
But that's enough about my mentality. I guess you want to know more about me. I'm tall, but not freakishly so. I have a decent physical build from my father, and a very active mind from my mother. Both of them were Huskies, like me. But I won't get into that too much. Let's just say that one's past has a habit of catching up with them, and my past is an executioner's block just waiting for my neck to end up in it.
For now, that's enough. I need to keep moving, before some bounty hunter spots me and things get ugly. But I'll leave you with one more thing:
In essence, I am what I don't consider myself to be. I travel the lands with an open mind and a sword on my belt.
I am Tarik, and from the soles of my boots to the tips of my canine ears, I'm an adventurer.