Epsilon guided Cullen and Midnight. "Yo-ho-ho! Lookie, bro, there's a hare there," Epsilon cried.
"Can you just stop calling me 'bro'?" demanded Cullen.
Midnight was irritated as well. "Call me by my name!"
Epsilon laughed, his sharp fangs showing. His maroon eyes held no seriousness, only the feeling of fun. The wolf ducked and crouched down, staring at the brown hare. He then pounced onto the hare, rolling around as the hare tried to free itself from his grasp. Cullen and Midnight sighed. For one, Epsilon does not know how to hunt.
Licking his lips, the grey wolf-deer snapped at the bunny, and devoured it. "That was good, c'mon, people, let's get this party rockin'!"
"Rocking?" asked Cullen.
"I hope that roughly translate to 'let's hunt more'," Midnight dared to answer.
With that, the three wolves ventured the woods for more animals. Cullen whipped his tail around, and Midnight nearly forgot it was magic at work.
"Why is the Silver Woods called the 'Silver Woods'?" asked Midnight.
The wolf smiled. "Why, you ask? Well, well," Epsilon said. "Look at the tree dudes, their leaves have green or brown veins, whereas in the Silver Woods, there, the little dudes has silver veins."
"Whoa," Cullen commented.
"Magic runs through the area, in the air, soil and such," said Epsilon. "They cannot escape, as the rushing river keeps the magic in."
Midnight saw as Epsilon flickered between a wolf and a horned-wolf. She looked puzzled, but kept it to herself.
"As the river keeps us cleanse of magic, when we escape to the realm of 'reality', we are stripped off of magic."
"What about Beta? His rune tower?" asked Midnight.
Epsilon jogged for a while before resuming to his steady pace. "Well, he cheated. He dried the river and allowed magic to escape- intentionally."
"So, whenever you go out with magic..." Cullen said.
"Magic goes with us, and- ugh."
The wolf arched his back in agony and became a deer once more. "My apologies. I was saying, and it will be released into this world in small amounts. They later disappear to be used by the Sol Spirits to feed the celestial bodies."
"Sol Spirits?" asked Cullen.
Epsilon nodded. "I shall teach you about it later if you please."
With that, the deer strode to the closest tree and nipped at it's bark, eating a thin layer of it's bark. "Hmm-mm, delicious," he said. "These trees are different with those trees in the Silver Woods."
"How so?" asked Cullen.
"Magic, magic taste bitter," said Epsilon. "Try eating a piece of bark or grass. They were grown in the land of magic with magic, in magic, they taste bitter. Excessive magic makes you bitter as well. That's the explanation for greed."
"Hmm, that explains a lot," murmured Midnight, fuming.
"Also, one reason to protect us from eating anything that is of there."
"What if something over populate the area and takes over?"
"Then, we destroy them with magic, as their greed must have been built by magic," said Epsilon, licking the last bit of a snack he would enjoy in a long time.
"Say, Epsilon..." Cullen say. "What are you? You eat rabbits, and now tree-stuff!"
"Firstly, my dear friend, it's a hare, and it was bark I was eating."
"Call me Cullen," Cullen curtly said.
"Alright, then. Firstly, Cullen, it's a-"
Midnight sighed. Epsilon was, no doubt, a creature of high respect and has a great sense of honour. Still, when he changed... who did he become?
Author's Note: This is really short... Ahh... Anyway, my apologies for not posting! I forgot about my Sunday schedule... I'll try to post as normally as I can again, OK?
Aww... the suspense is unbearable
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