Strong Legs was out on a hunt with his favorite pet viscant, swift tail. There had been signs of fire beetle damage and it was his job to protect his land from these invaders. He and Swift Tail were the best at this kind of hunt.
While following the tracks back to see where they had come from Swift Tail took off like a blodderkin in heat, and refused to return. Strong Legs kept giving his return call, and still nothing, no Swift Tail.
Strong Legs was born in his homelands of Forisium, a land of trees, rocks and many soft glens with shallow pools. He revered the trees and the forest, his homeland. He was a protector of the tree's he would allow no harm to come to them, he was the custodian of them, it was his call what trees could be used and those which could not be harmed.
Fire beetles passed through his trees burning some and leaving a wide trail of destruction. He had to know where they came from, were they just a hunting party, or scouts for a large band of marauders?
That was what he and Swift Tail set out to determine. Did they need to call others out, to prepare for war? While it was his job to trace the beginnings others followed the trail. Now as he Strong legs approached the beginning of the trail, for he knew the lake was just ahead, Swift Tail had flown willy nilly ahead of him and refused to return.
Strong Legs heard voices from ahead around the bend. "Cyroc, stop playing with your claw, it is not 100% healed yet give it some more time before smashing more rocks..." Tyrus suddenly looked up, as he heard a wuffing sound, and saw a large unusually happy looking viscant staring at him, tail wagging a hundred km per hour or so it seemed it was so swift as to be practically only a blur.
"Well what have we here"? Tyrus questioned as he snapped out of the suddenness of the encounter. "Where did you come from? you seem friendly are you?" the viscant laid down, and rolled on it's side, Tyrus saw a deep burn just below his chest. "Looks like he must have seen what you did to my claw and wants to be fixed also". Cyroc said.
"Okay boy, just be calm, this will not hurt, but it will make you tired for a little bit, it will make me tired also, I have never tried to heal a viscant before", Tyrus rambled as he approached and placed his hands on the viscant.
Strong legs quietly watched from his hidden place as the Human healed Swift Tail. he was confused, Swift Tail had never taken to strangers before, yet he ran up to this mixed group of beings, and allowed himself to be touched by the human. As the human succumbed to the sleep of healing Strong Legs saw the Fairy, and knew they could be trusted.
"Hello," Strong Legs called as he ventured toward the small gathering,"I mean no harm, and would like to thank the healer for tending to Swift Tail." The camp all alerted and pointed their weapons toward the golem.
Strong Legs turned to Shylee the Fairy,"Please my Lady, let your friends know that I am of the forest, that I would never harm you nor your friends", as he bowed deeply to her.
Shylee looked to Strong Legs, read him, and turned to the others, "we have no fear from Strong Legs here, he is like us a Protector of his lands". she informed the others. They all lowered their weapons and went back to surveying the surrounding embarrassed at missing the approach of this giant golem.
Cyroc turned to Strong Legs, " Please my new friend join me your friend, as well as mine will be in the sleep of healing for the next few hours, let us learn of each other." With that Strong Legs lowered himself to the ground and began to learn of Cyroc, his friends, and their quest.
My entry into "Steem Monsters Common Card Fantasy Story Contest! // Week 3" a continuation of my first entry Tyrus Paladium's story.
Week one entry: Fantasy Story of the Week Contest - Tyrus Paladium
Week two entry: "Steem Monsters Common Card Fantasy Story Contest! // Week 2 - - Cyroc, Crustacean King"
I hope you enjoy the stories.