The Tales Of History - Closed To Kraktus Apr 20, 2019 14:34:51 GMT -6
Post by Fenrir Wolf on Apr 20, 2019 14:34:51 GMT -6
Fenrir had already been on the planet for quiet some time now and history was indeed a remnant of Mendra's past for a certain time peroid on the planet. While the blind man wondered the plains with nothing but a dark crimson red robe and a bright red mask to go along with it, he was just a driver for the one who actually had sight. Mendra occasionally poking his head from outside the robe and using Fenrir's long white hair to conceal his white scales.
"We are here." Mendra stated with determination and accuracy. This was indeed useless information for Fenrir since he couldn't see anything.
"So where are we exact?" He took a sniff of the air around him, and immediately noticing the unique smell of the river that was nearby and this being way different than any other smell that he has picked up on this planet. Fenrir took his walk closer to the river and kneeled down before it. Placing his metal hand into the water for a brief moment and then taking it out.
"What is this?"
Mendra chuckled as he poked his head out and stared at the stream before him.
"Ah, that stream is where Namekians who have proven themselves may drink from it. Though i'm not sure what happens right after. This is also the place where the dragon lays dormant."
Fenrir now standing and sniffing the air once again, not detecting anyone's presence nearby.
"Whoever this dragon is, he isn't here now."
Mendra chuckled once again and shook his head.
"Thats because this dragon can only be summoned by acquiring the seven dragon balls. Once summoned, he can grant any wish within his power."
Fenrir was shocked, thinking to himself that maybe this dragon could lift the curse of permanent blindness that Mendra has given him. However even though this wishful thinking, he just continued to stand there just wishing for it.