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The air inside the winding mountain passages seemed to get more and more stale and chilly the deeper Fate went, the glow from the fire of his torch illuminating side passages of rooms filled with books that Fate was sure dated back over a hundred years or more. The mountain library that his friend and master Rovel owned was truly a marvel, a vast repository of knowledge that Fate was sure, even with the extended lifespan now granted to him through his bond with the Sionnach, he would never be able to read through completely.
The library's origins were as shrouded in mystery as its deeper passages were. Even Rovel could not provide an explanation to Fate as to its history. The Sionnach has quite literally stumbled across it one day while patrolling his territory, and seeing no owners present, has taken claim of it for himself, the vast stores of dusty tomes and scrolls from ages past appealing immensely to the fox's curious, knowledge-hungry nature.
However, after looking through the contents and titles of some of the books and scrolls himself, Fate felt he could hazard a guess as to just what manner of person had built and owned the library. Many of the books dealt with subjects most dark and arcane, unsettling accounts of black magic and necromancy and their rites that sent a shudder up even the battle-hardened rabbit's spine to read. Fate felt that this library had once been the domain of a very ancient and powerful dark magic user, one fanatically obsessed with accruing all known knowledge there was in the world, surely for some dark purpose that Fate could not begin to fathom nor bear to think about.
But what had happened to this dark warlock? There was no clue as to what had happened; it was as if they had just vanished without a trace. Rovel had warned Fate that there were all manners of ancient evils and dangerous perils hiding in the deep places of the world, and with how deep down into the earth this mountain seemed to go, it was very possible that the mountain's halls were not entirely safe to explore, particularly in the library's lower reaches.
Thus it was that Fate made sure to keep his wits about him as he ventured into a rather large and spacious side room carved into a landing on the circular stone stairs that wound around the mountain's base. The dark, shadow-streaked room, lit dimly in the flickering glow of Fate's torch, contained rows upon rows of bookcases, books of varying sizes stacked neatly and precisely in each column.
Looking around, Fate eventually spotted a few braziers set into the walls of the room, going over to each and lighting them, bringing some much-needed illumination to the forebodingly dark room, although pockets of shadow and darkness still filled several corners of the room. "That's better," Fate murmured to himself with a sigh. "Now, to find that volume Rovel sent me down here to find..."
It took Fate a long while of searching through the rows of dusty tomes before his eyes finally alighted upon a book bound in black leather with gold filigree. Pulling it from the shelf and examining the title engraved into it's cover, Fate gave a smile of relief. "Found you," he whispered to himself. "Now, time to get out of here and back to Rovel. This place gives me the creeps."
Suddenly, an intense, unexplainable chill seemed to crawl up Fate's back, causing him to swing around, facing towards the entrance to the room, his torch held high as he gazed around, looking for anything suspicious. "Who goes there?" he called out. "Rovel? Is that you?"
The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to get colder and colder; Fate could suddenly see the exhalations of his breath forming in front of his face, his paws dropping the book to the ground and shifting to grab at his sword sheathed across his back, drawing it from its sheath by a few inches, as his gaze finally settled on the stone archway that formed the entrance to the room. The stairs beyond the archway were wreathed in shadow, an almost inky blackness that immensely unsettled Fate and set a chill running down his spine. For some inexplicable reason, Fate felt as if the darkness itself was watching him, an unseen, sinister presence observing him from just outside the room. "Who's there?" Fate whispered in a hushed voice, unable to keep a distinct note of growing fear from entering his voice.
Then, suddenly, the shadows from outside the room seemed to burst into the room with a frightening, alarming speed, shadowy tendrils shooting across the walls and floor almost too quick for Fate to comprehend, the torches along the walls snuffed out as the shadows moved over them, the room once again becoming rapidly suffused in darkness save for the light from Fate's torch.
The darkness seemed to utterly surround Fate, the rabbit unable to make out anything beyond a few feet in front of him, his blacksteel sword finally leaving his scabbard with a deadly hiss as he raised it and pointed it outward at the impenetrable darkness. Then, out of the black, a chilling sight greeted Fate, as two shining, pale white eyes seemed to materialize from within the heart of the blackness, and before Fate could gather himself, those eyes rushed towards him, with a deep, sinister, reverberating roar that chilled his soul to hear, cutting off his scream before he could utter it, as he was subsumed by the darkness.
The cold was so intense and all-consuming that Fate felt as if his very soul was being devoured. He tried to cry out, but he seemed to have no voice to use. He could not see, everything was pure darkness. There was no escape. Then, suddenly, a bright light seemed to fill his vision, causing the darkness surrounding him to recede with a pained roar.
Blinking, the first thing that greeted Fate's vision was the immense form of the shadowy menace writhing and shifting in front of him, the white eyes affixed upon Fate with an intense, soul-burning gaze, the shadows around it shifting and forming the distinct shape of what could only be a wolf's muzzle, the 'jaws' parting as the beast once again roared at Fate, it's tendrils shooting out towards him with lightning speed.
This time, however, Fate's reflexes proved the quicker, as the rabbit brought his sword up and slashed at the tendrils, causing another pained roar to emit from the creature as the tendrils retreated. It was then that Fate realized that his blacksteel sword seemed to be pulsing and glowing with an intense, almost ethereal light, which lit his surroundings enough for Fate to see to his confusion that he no longer seemed to be in the same room of the library, the walls and bookshelves looking oddly twisted and distorted to his gaze.
Whatever realm the beast had dragged him to, Fate didn't know, nor did he have time to dwell on it, as the creature gave it's loudest roar yet, it's tendrils all extending towards him at once, seeking to utterly surround him. Steeling himself and gritting his teeth, Fate grasped his sword in both hands, at once drawing upon the magic within himself, channeling it into his blade. As the glowing sword crackled with blindingly white electricity, Fate gathered himself and leapt towards the creature, opening his mouth and bellowing a tremendous battle cry of his own. The battle had begun...
Amazing artwork done by Yacrical (@yacrical on Twitter)!
The library's origins were as shrouded in mystery as its deeper passages were. Even Rovel could not provide an explanation to Fate as to its history. The Sionnach has quite literally stumbled across it one day while patrolling his territory, and seeing no owners present, has taken claim of it for himself, the vast stores of dusty tomes and scrolls from ages past appealing immensely to the fox's curious, knowledge-hungry nature.
However, after looking through the contents and titles of some of the books and scrolls himself, Fate felt he could hazard a guess as to just what manner of person had built and owned the library. Many of the books dealt with subjects most dark and arcane, unsettling accounts of black magic and necromancy and their rites that sent a shudder up even the battle-hardened rabbit's spine to read. Fate felt that this library had once been the domain of a very ancient and powerful dark magic user, one fanatically obsessed with accruing all known knowledge there was in the world, surely for some dark purpose that Fate could not begin to fathom nor bear to think about.
But what had happened to this dark warlock? There was no clue as to what had happened; it was as if they had just vanished without a trace. Rovel had warned Fate that there were all manners of ancient evils and dangerous perils hiding in the deep places of the world, and with how deep down into the earth this mountain seemed to go, it was very possible that the mountain's halls were not entirely safe to explore, particularly in the library's lower reaches.
Thus it was that Fate made sure to keep his wits about him as he ventured into a rather large and spacious side room carved into a landing on the circular stone stairs that wound around the mountain's base. The dark, shadow-streaked room, lit dimly in the flickering glow of Fate's torch, contained rows upon rows of bookcases, books of varying sizes stacked neatly and precisely in each column.
Looking around, Fate eventually spotted a few braziers set into the walls of the room, going over to each and lighting them, bringing some much-needed illumination to the forebodingly dark room, although pockets of shadow and darkness still filled several corners of the room. "That's better," Fate murmured to himself with a sigh. "Now, to find that volume Rovel sent me down here to find..."
It took Fate a long while of searching through the rows of dusty tomes before his eyes finally alighted upon a book bound in black leather with gold filigree. Pulling it from the shelf and examining the title engraved into it's cover, Fate gave a smile of relief. "Found you," he whispered to himself. "Now, time to get out of here and back to Rovel. This place gives me the creeps."
Suddenly, an intense, unexplainable chill seemed to crawl up Fate's back, causing him to swing around, facing towards the entrance to the room, his torch held high as he gazed around, looking for anything suspicious. "Who goes there?" he called out. "Rovel? Is that you?"
The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to get colder and colder; Fate could suddenly see the exhalations of his breath forming in front of his face, his paws dropping the book to the ground and shifting to grab at his sword sheathed across his back, drawing it from its sheath by a few inches, as his gaze finally settled on the stone archway that formed the entrance to the room. The stairs beyond the archway were wreathed in shadow, an almost inky blackness that immensely unsettled Fate and set a chill running down his spine. For some inexplicable reason, Fate felt as if the darkness itself was watching him, an unseen, sinister presence observing him from just outside the room. "Who's there?" Fate whispered in a hushed voice, unable to keep a distinct note of growing fear from entering his voice.
Then, suddenly, the shadows from outside the room seemed to burst into the room with a frightening, alarming speed, shadowy tendrils shooting across the walls and floor almost too quick for Fate to comprehend, the torches along the walls snuffed out as the shadows moved over them, the room once again becoming rapidly suffused in darkness save for the light from Fate's torch.
The darkness seemed to utterly surround Fate, the rabbit unable to make out anything beyond a few feet in front of him, his blacksteel sword finally leaving his scabbard with a deadly hiss as he raised it and pointed it outward at the impenetrable darkness. Then, out of the black, a chilling sight greeted Fate, as two shining, pale white eyes seemed to materialize from within the heart of the blackness, and before Fate could gather himself, those eyes rushed towards him, with a deep, sinister, reverberating roar that chilled his soul to hear, cutting off his scream before he could utter it, as he was subsumed by the darkness.
The cold was so intense and all-consuming that Fate felt as if his very soul was being devoured. He tried to cry out, but he seemed to have no voice to use. He could not see, everything was pure darkness. There was no escape. Then, suddenly, a bright light seemed to fill his vision, causing the darkness surrounding him to recede with a pained roar.
Blinking, the first thing that greeted Fate's vision was the immense form of the shadowy menace writhing and shifting in front of him, the white eyes affixed upon Fate with an intense, soul-burning gaze, the shadows around it shifting and forming the distinct shape of what could only be a wolf's muzzle, the 'jaws' parting as the beast once again roared at Fate, it's tendrils shooting out towards him with lightning speed.
This time, however, Fate's reflexes proved the quicker, as the rabbit brought his sword up and slashed at the tendrils, causing another pained roar to emit from the creature as the tendrils retreated. It was then that Fate realized that his blacksteel sword seemed to be pulsing and glowing with an intense, almost ethereal light, which lit his surroundings enough for Fate to see to his confusion that he no longer seemed to be in the same room of the library, the walls and bookshelves looking oddly twisted and distorted to his gaze.
Whatever realm the beast had dragged him to, Fate didn't know, nor did he have time to dwell on it, as the creature gave it's loudest roar yet, it's tendrils all extending towards him at once, seeking to utterly surround him. Steeling himself and gritting his teeth, Fate grasped his sword in both hands, at once drawing upon the magic within himself, channeling it into his blade. As the glowing sword crackled with blindingly white electricity, Fate gathered himself and leapt towards the creature, opening his mouth and bellowing a tremendous battle cry of his own. The battle had begun...
Amazing artwork done by Yacrical (@yacrical on Twitter)!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 1280 x 800px
File Size 1.69 MB
This is an enjoyable story, your writing here creates an atmosphere and it is thrilling. The art here captures the scene nicely. Fate really looks heroic in this scene, I like how you've drawn his clothes. The thrill is from the posture, the defiant stare in his eyes, his lowered ears and the lightning path the sword has taken. The darkness' wolf face looks so menacing and gives a great sense of impending danger. Well done⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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