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~ The Oathless Bond ~
"No promise was spoken, yet they walked as if one soul had chosen two forms."
Long ago, when the skies still listened and stones could speak, there wandered a lone rogue — a man without clan, banner, or past. The winds knew his name, but he never gave it voice. His only companion was a golden hound with eyes like morning fire and steps like silent thunder.
It was said the dog had once been a guardian spirit of the sacred stones, bound by ancient magic. Yet when the rogue knelt beside those stones one storm-swept dusk, offering nothing but his weary breath and quiet soul, the hound rose and walked beside him.
No spell was cast. No pact was made. And yet, they were never seen apart again.
The people whispered they were twin echoes of a forgotten vow — one born of man, one born of earth — both loyal to something deeper than words.
To this day, when fog curls through the heather and dusk falls quiet, travelers near the stones may hear two sets of footsteps in the grass, moving in perfect rhythm, where the past still lingers, and loyalty walks on.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ The Oathless Bond ~
"No promise was spoken, yet they walked as if one soul had chosen two forms."
Long ago, when the skies still listened and stones could speak, there wandered a lone rogue — a man without clan, banner, or past. The winds knew his name, but he never gave it voice. His only companion was a golden hound with eyes like morning fire and steps like silent thunder.
It was said the dog had once been a guardian spirit of the sacred stones, bound by ancient magic. Yet when the rogue knelt beside those stones one storm-swept dusk, offering nothing but his weary breath and quiet soul, the hound rose and walked beside him.
No spell was cast. No pact was made. And yet, they were never seen apart again.
The people whispered they were twin echoes of a forgotten vow — one born of man, one born of earth — both loyal to something deeper than words.
To this day, when fog curls through the heather and dusk falls quiet, travelers near the stones may hear two sets of footsteps in the grass, moving in perfect rhythm, where the past still lingers, and loyalty walks on.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow