The snow leopard's magic had allowed him to reach this planet: a planet found by his people to be unusually high in spiritual energy, so much so that it was either a fluke or miracle that they hadn't sensed it before.
His skills in the ways of spirit magic opened the way for him to reach it, and upon seeing a stronghold at the peak of a waterfall, he found himself drawn to it.
No sooner had his feet touched upon the grounds of the fortress that he found himself yanked violently through folds of magical space, ripped through the ether to be deposited back at the base of the falls amidst a wave of discombobulation.

A deep voice suddenly broke the stillness of the night, warm and rich, but stern and annoyed.
"Let's see," it began, before starting a small list of qualities that quickly became non-flattering.
"Brave, foolish, stupid, cocky, or some mixture of all; but, to think you are allowed to trespass here like you own the place, I'm guessing mostly stupid and a hint of cocky."

The leopard turned and looked up to find a large, imposing lion adorned in brilliant armor that gleamed in the moon's light, and each arm wielding a large unique shield.

"I meant no harm. I am a Wanderer, here to uncover all I can about this place."

And thus a new story began to weave, its warp and woof threaded by guided fate and spirits that would find in each other unexpected kinship.

A story that could very well reach every corner of the cosmos, and beyond.


Commission for:

  Tsarin

and

  Rys_Khyrsal
Twitter: @maui_lion