A Black Stream (open)

Through the doors of the Darkness temple, down the hallways; in the furthest of the dens slept the master of darkness himself. Syrinx. Tossing and turning in his sleep during the middle of the day, dreaming of his missing sister. His body twitched and flexed as he dreaming of fighting off the humans from getting to them. He lost as they were just pups back then. Her eyes were wide with fear, claws dug into the earth of their mothers den, whom hadn't returned in the past three nights. She said she was to go out and hunt for their meal, and three nights ago she never came back. The pups were starving and now they definitely needed their mother. But it was to late, the pups were captured and put into crates as they howled and whined for their mother. Syrinx was in shock and had forgotten all about his Oracle powers. Curled up with his sister in the corner of the box they were carried in. As the box opened, Syrinx growled and snapped; but before the human could grab him he jumped to awakeness. Panting heavily as he came back from his dream into his reality now. He was grown, and his sister was still missing. A small whimper escaped him as he hung his head low. "Oh Isis, I am so sorry I couldn't protect you like a true big brother..",he stood and padded out of his den. Absently he made his way to the Shamans room and down to the healing pool. Making his way into the water he soaked in it. Relaxing his nightmares away and cleansing himself. About an hour later he walked out of the waters and shook himself dry.

Walking into his throne room he peered out of the tall doors of the temple, seeing that dusk was slowly beginning to take into the night. It was almost his turn in the lands. But before the moon claimed its place in the sky he wished to go for a quiet stroll in the woods. Slipping out of the temple and into the forest. Sticking to the shadows as he stayed away from the brightness of the light. Shrouding himself in the darkness he loved. Silent paws padded down the beaten path in which so many other wolves had taken. Going deeper into the woods he had no real true idea on where he was going, he just wished to move about.

A couple of minutes into his stroll he heard what sounded to be a small stream. Thirsty from his walk and not having drinking water back at the temple, he followed the sound. Syrinx picked up the pace to a brisk trot. His tail high with his authority in place. Ears perked to attention. Silver eyes peering around every tree in case of danger. Indeed, he was a paranoid wolf for sure. But then again, with a past like his, wouldn't any other wolf be? Perhaps. Shaking his head he tried not to think of his past, it was a part of him he shoved back to the depths of his mind. Unless, of course, he had a nightmare like he did but meer hours ago. Coming back to his travels, the stream didn't sound so small anymore. The roaring of a waterfall could be heard now. Maybe it was a river he hadn't yet discovered? Maybe, but he had to find out. Moving along now at a lope, his ears still up and his tail fluttering behind him.

Reaching the stream now, he noticed it wasn't a river, just a very large stream with a two foot waterfall. "How could something so small make such a big roar like it was?",Syrinx said the thought aloud. Not meaning it for anyone. One thing that was odd about this stream was that the water ran black. He stood there and watched it, thinking that something up the stream had just disturbed the dirt. He waited to see if it would clear, but it never did. "Strange..",he raised a brow and pondered what it would be that his water ran black. Glancing around he noted that the sky was darker. But enjoying the babbling of the brook he laid down. Closing his eyes as he listened to the bubbling waterfall fall down the rocks. Relaxed and at peace.