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and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside - Zeus - June 07, 2018
forward dated to june 10th
it was nonstop travel for the king. after cutting the short lived tie between himself and the unnamed yearling, he didn’t stop moving. she may have lived, may have died, but the man didn’t care. if she somehow had woken up, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. it wasn’t out of the fear or guilt, but the thought that if she found him, she would never leave him be.
a few days later he found himself having to make a decision: climb a mountain or go around it. he certainly didn’t want to waste time so he made an ascension up the slopes. he stoped once shadows overtook the area and studied the surrounding vegetation.
a few days later he found himself having to make a decision: climb a mountain or go around it. he certainly didn’t want to waste time so he made an ascension up the slopes. he stoped once shadows overtook the area and studied the surrounding vegetation.
RE: and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside - Zamael - June 11, 2018
It had seemed an impossible challenge, but he was more than willing to try.
They had told him to find his missing siblings, bring them back, so that the Keils might be monitored. Arnlith's missteps had brought their line shame, but there was still time, still a chance to restore the honor that could have been there, in a perfect world. His little brother had put an end to Arnlith's life, he'd heard. Ripped his head clean off.
He found the skull later.
He pissed on it.
Now, Zamael had been traveling for god knows how long, and there was no end in sight. No sign of Ali or Lana. Shaara had told him she'd found his scent going west, but that was only a rough map. After that, who knew where he had gone? Fuck, he could be dead by now. Both of them could be.
But he had to try.
Zamael entered the mountains, began his ascent. It was far from his favorite landscape--he preferred the sea cliffs, or a nice deciduous forest--but he'd have to deal with it for now. And there was some relief, he found; as he got higher, he saw open plains, stretching out on either side. He'd get down there eventually.
Shadows dappled his gray-hued pelt as he continued, and as he came round a bend, he saw a pale wolf standing, looking at scenery. He gave a low, wary chuff as he approached, not knowing whether he could trust the stranger. You couldn't trust anyone, least of all family. But maybe this man had valuable information--maybe he'd seen Alarian, somewhere.
They had told him to find his missing siblings, bring them back, so that the Keils might be monitored. Arnlith's missteps had brought their line shame, but there was still time, still a chance to restore the honor that could have been there, in a perfect world. His little brother had put an end to Arnlith's life, he'd heard. Ripped his head clean off.
He found the skull later.
He pissed on it.
Now, Zamael had been traveling for god knows how long, and there was no end in sight. No sign of Ali or Lana. Shaara had told him she'd found his scent going west, but that was only a rough map. After that, who knew where he had gone? Fuck, he could be dead by now. Both of them could be.
But he had to try.
Zamael entered the mountains, began his ascent. It was far from his favorite landscape--he preferred the sea cliffs, or a nice deciduous forest--but he'd have to deal with it for now. And there was some relief, he found; as he got higher, he saw open plains, stretching out on either side. He'd get down there eventually.
Shadows dappled his gray-hued pelt as he continued, and as he came round a bend, he saw a pale wolf standing, looking at scenery. He gave a low, wary chuff as he approached, not knowing whether he could trust the stranger. You couldn't trust anyone, least of all family. But maybe this man had valuable information--maybe he'd seen Alarian, somewhere.
RE: and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside - Zeus - June 19, 2018
there was someone nearby. an unfamiliar scent drifted through the air, followed by footsteps. zeus turned to see a grayscale male around his age standing behind him. he wasn’t too thrilled to have company, not after the last encounter. but there was no use running from it now.
he gave the stranger a questioning stare before murmuring, “yes?”
he gave the stranger a questioning stare before murmuring, “yes?”
RE: and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside - Zamael - June 23, 2018
"I'm looking for someone," Zamael said, not wasting time with preliminaries. He leveled his stare onto the man, searching for clues in his face. "His name is Alarian. On the smaller side, charcoal and gray fur. Light golden eyes." He swallowed thickly. "He might also be with my sister. Lanawyn. She has my eyes."
Who knew what his little brother had gotten up to here? He might not even fucking be here. He cursed the powers that were, they who had sent him on this quest. While he appreciated the opportunity to get the hell out of town for awhile, the trip had began to awake demons that had slept for many moons--and they haunted his every dream.
Who knew what his little brother had gotten up to here? He might not even fucking be here. He cursed the powers that were, they who had sent him on this quest. While he appreciated the opportunity to get the hell out of town for awhile, the trip had began to awake demons that had slept for many moons--and they haunted his every dream.