Daybreak did not relent when it came to the humidity of summer in these climes; this was something Dirge was quick to learn. The overgrowth of the forest felt just as thick as the air that he drew in with each breath, though he couldn't tell if it were his own ribcage that provided the oppression or not. The night had been full of internal tension after a chance meeting. Never in a million days would he have imagined crossing paths with another Ostrega, let alone on his own. It had spurned an inward argument that had lasted hours until he had crossed a familiar trail — @Saor.
His usually quiet steps were replaced by stomping as he broke through the growth, far too conflicted with eager and dread as he sought her out. "Saor!" he barked once, only then realizing how deranged he could have sounded. How needy, and that thought was enough for him to compose himself as he rounded another bend. "Rise and shine!" he called again, this time more like himself. Sussing her out needed to be the primary course here anyway, the details he could easily pass onto her more discreetly. And hopefully, he presumed, she would have @Nyx with her by then.
His usually quiet steps were replaced by stomping as he broke through the growth, far too conflicted with eager and dread as he sought her out. "Saor!" he barked once, only then realizing how deranged he could have sounded. How needy, and that thought was enough for him to compose himself as he rounded another bend. "Rise and shine!" he called again, this time more like himself. Sussing her out needed to be the primary course here anyway, the details he could easily pass onto her more discreetly. And hopefully, he presumed, she would have @Nyx with her by then.
July 09, 2017, 12:04 PM
*sneaks in*
Unbeknownst to Pipit, her brother had once occupied this very forest. His scent had long been washed away by many a spring storm and summer pollen, but here she was regardless. There was a sad sort of irony in this, as for a long time finding Shrike had been her only intention in life— and now, as she stood in his once-home, she found that she had given up such a dream after months and months of searching. It was time to plant her roots, with or without her beloved and brooding kin.
A shout in the warm morning drew her attention, the proverbial unintended. She was too curious to ignore it, and found herself padding through stifling thickets so that she might find the source. Pipit came from behind the tall, agouti-furred male, so she kept her distance as not to rile him. Peeking just her head from around a thick tree, she chuffed at him, expression alert and eyes full of mischief.
July 14, 2017, 12:50 AM
No one called back yet, so Dirge kept making his way forward. Surely Saor had to be somewhere in the forest, but given the state of it he wasn't sure if or when he would find her. His noisy approach lessened the further he went, an unconscious decision to converse energy. But the news he wanted to share with her burned red hot on his tongue, almost stinging more than any ill-minded place he had ever found it.
He scarcely made it much further before the sense that he was not alone came to him. His steps went still in an instant, his body tense with awareness. Of course this came swift at the heels of a chuff in the humid air. He didn't have to search with his eyes long before he saw her — and she was not Saor. Nor was she Nyx either. But she was a pretty little thing and the mischief spread in her expression was not lost on him.
It was a distraction, but one he was too simple-minded to pass by.
Instead he found his own mischievous smile coming to his face; his dark lips upturned not unlike the cheshire cat in the eaves about to speak to Alice. His tail flipped through a gentle wag. "I'd have half a mind to think you're a wood nymph laying a trap," he murmured, almost more to himself than for her to hear. Maybe she was a wood nymph though. They were certainly in the right place, though he had little taste for childish tales about woodland spirits.
He scarcely made it much further before the sense that he was not alone came to him. His steps went still in an instant, his body tense with awareness. Of course this came swift at the heels of a chuff in the humid air. He didn't have to search with his eyes long before he saw her — and she was not Saor. Nor was she Nyx either. But she was a pretty little thing and the mischief spread in her expression was not lost on him.
It was a distraction, but one he was too simple-minded to pass by.
Instead he found his own mischievous smile coming to his face; his dark lips upturned not unlike the cheshire cat in the eaves about to speak to Alice. His tail flipped through a gentle wag. "I'd have half a mind to think you're a wood nymph laying a trap," he murmured, almost more to himself than for her to hear. Maybe she was a wood nymph though. They were certainly in the right place, though he had little taste for childish tales about woodland spirits.
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