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sun through ash - Eirwyn - October 09, 2019
the most recent quake is only a few moments passed, and for the second time that day, silence settles over Teekon. if she pauses, and listens closely, eirwyn can almost imagine a ringing to it; one that becomes deafening the longer she listens. but it is not truly silent. the shifting of the earth as warily it stills again, small cascades of rock and earth, and distantly, a dull booming crack.
she does not dwell on it. better to accept this new reality for what it is than waste time trying to understand it; though with each colossal heaving of the earth, she is careful to note the changes that follow. it would be all too easy, she muses, to become collateral damage in whatever war the earth wages against itself.
satisfied that the earth will remain still (for now), she resumes her winding trail downstream.
RE: sun through ash - Dirge - October 11, 2019
It was colder now, almost biting.
An early snowfall clung to the plains, the weather not at all deterred by what the earth had in store for them. The same ghastly thick, choking plume of smoke smeared into the overcast skies, but all Dirge had discerned from the locale was that lied further out yet. Far enough away not to bother them entirely and yet enough to place unease in him.
@Arcturus had branched out from him over the last hour, the pair seeking to cover grounds on multiple fronts. Searching for game, searching for @Vela, and searching for @Vercingetorix—there was enough searching going on that he scarcely had the opportunity to take in that he had come upon a lake.
What did grasp at his attention was the shifting form of another, the first sight of a stranger that didn't come in the form of territorial yearlings or the needy at their proverbial doorstep. Someone who was weather worn and yet tinged with the notion that they were not entirely the same as he; that exotic blend of wolf and something else that he had never quite been able to pin down.
He regarded her for a time, trailing gently in the wake that she left, curious.
But his leering only went so far before he called out to her in a chuff.
Maybe she would be useful.
tags are for visibility but i could not resist pretty writing
RE: sun through ash - Eirwyn - October 11, 2019
the cloudbank above is heavy with anticipation, though take but a glance to know they will not break any time soon. no; it is ash that falls, at times barely discernible, but the haunting scent all around is indicator enough of its presence.
her solitude is not long unbroken. as she drifts through the fractured landscape, another trails in her wake. for a few moments they share a quiet, unknowning form of companionship, and then the stranger calls out to her and the moment is lost.
she turns without consternation, knowing one who harboured any ill intentions toward her would not announce their presence so willingly. he is male, draped in charcoal and earth, moving with a certain confidence that claims he knows these lands; or perhaps, what they had been before. for surely, there had been a before.
"hail," she calls, stilling now entirely. she defers to him, however, to offer his purpose in announcing himself, or in the least some introduction.
thank you for joining! I <3 dirge ^^
RE: sun through ash - Dirge - October 11, 2019
If not for the darkened tones of the backdrops, he thought she would have rightly disappeared into the world ahead. It takes but a moment for her to halt and look upon him, and it is in those moments to follow that he closes in the distance between them easily. His ears fanned back as he regarded her better—she is beautiful, but there is something decidedly wild about her that he dares not place; she is weatherworn and hardened by experience, something he could mirror, and did.
"Such uncomfortable times to travel in," he offered, "have you been on the trail long?" It is a gently inquiry, but he does not mask that he is curious of her as much as he is about what he is out there for, and by extension what draws her there too. To think at one point he thought the flatlands a potential refuge is sour humor now—the land is ragged and torn and here, the stillness plays a deafening, solemn toll.
From there, they talked for a small while before ultimately going their separate ways.
aw, it warms me to know people still enjoy him! <3
edit: concluding since thread partner is inactive.
edit: concluding since thread partner is inactive.