A night, colder than cold. A darkness so black that it hurt to see through it; it hurt to listen to the utter silence that engulfed the world at this time. There was wind, but you could not hear it, did not feel it, it was merely there. He existed on a different plane. The snow of the icy Svalbard crunched under his claws; Ejnar stumbled blindly through this cold, gray world. Eyes closed, feet moving without his approval, he moved on. He'd never seen nights as cold as this, never as dark as this, never as bitter and uncaring as this. His claws made large grooves in the snow as he unwillingly and painfully loped on.

Ejnar squinted through the engulfing black. There was nothing; nothing to be seen at all. No trees, no rocks, no landforms at all. He had absolutely no idea where he was, though it wouldn't make any difference if he knew anyways. He let out a roar that seemed almost a tinny squeak. Carried away, as was his health and stamina. Ejnar would not be able to go on much longer. He was a bear, not some human. He had strength, but not to the point where he was ungodly. He stared forward, loping along at a stronger pace; he would not give up as a feeble human would. He did not know what brought on this superiority complex, but it was helping him through the bitter darkness of what was known as Svalbard.



He could remember happier times in Svalbard, when he was accepted among other Panserbjorn, when he was a part of the great community. Often conversing and debating with other bears, he was almost a philosopher. That was before the great incident with the greedy king; that's not the story that's set to tell, though. He remembered spring and summer, when it was warm at times, and this incredible feeling, this warmth, would go straight into his soul and his heart would jump with the joy of knowing that he was alive, this was life, this was happiness.

Shaking these memories out of his head, he pushed on, being stubborn as he was naturally.

Suddenly, he stopped. There was something rising out of the darkness. Ejnar stared up, almost hurting his neck with such effort, and stood up on his hind paws. There was a huge...something, he didn't know what, rising out of the darkness. It was immense; it seemed to be a concept, something that appeared out of hallucinations from his dogged, tired mind. He felt a sense of urgency, for some reason. He started to lope towards this incredible...

Something.



Arriving at whatever this behemoth of a structure was, he tapped a claw against it. There was no sound made. The wind had stopped, he knew not why. His inquisitive eyes ran over this strange material. It seemed almost to be of a granite type build, but it was incredibly smooth and no matter how hard he tried no dents or scratches could be made in it.

He heard a sound, and squinted as a golden light appeared. He looked up, and about halfway up this huge monolith was a golden triangle, reflecting light. It cut a straight swathe through the darkness, parting it as though it were butter and the light was a knife. The triangle steadily grew larger, extending outwards, and sinking down to the ground. It seemed to be a door. Ejnar looked to the left and right, and loped in, to whatever this strange place might be.

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Skidding into a strange place, Ejnar's claws made a loud, piercing screech. Claws tapping on the marble floor, he looked around. There seemed to almost be no ceiling to this strange place. His caution was raised to the max; One never knew where he'd end up. All around, there were doors of every shape and size, though all was quiet. He started to walk, keeping his guard up and looking around slowly as every step made a CLACK sound.

The strange functions of this enormous bear's mind clicked on; puzzling over what this place was. Now was not the time for panic, though. Now was the time for logic. He looked back to see that his golden portal to this strange place was now gone. He was somewhere else.



OoC: I hope that's good. ; D

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