OOC: Finally getting this up for @Thuringwethil and @Saria! <3
She'd gotten used to it, the constant pang of hunger in her stomach. Even now, as the golden-hued wolf padded softly along the edges of the harsh, volcanic taiga, her belly roiled and rumbled with emptiness. Her last meal had consisted of three tiny fieldmice, themselves starving and providing little more than the crunch of bones against her sharp teeth. The young she-wolf's pelt, normally a shimmering array of fiery gold and orange, was now a drab and dreary tan. Her medium frame was drawn out with the lack of sustenance, giving her an overall desheveled, lanky appearance. Despite her struggle with hunger, the Serilyen's amber eyes were as bright and determined as ever. She alone had made the decision to strike out from her home to chase after her banished brother, and she alone would deal with the consequences.
It had actually been another's scent that had originally brought Laerneth to this harsh, unforgiving terrain. Saria hadn't been incredibly forthcoming about her origins in the brief time the sunny woman had spent in the shadowy female's debt, but Laer's friend's scent permeated the area she now trod. To add even more to the Serilyen's surprise, the unmistakable scent of her big brother had mingled with that of Saria a short distance away on the taiga. Laer had followed it for a time but eventually lost it, turning her attention instead to her darker friend.
It was with respect now that Laerneth Serilyen lay just beyond what was very obviously a pack border, the setting sun brushing the sky with strokes of oranges, pinks and purples. Saria's scent led straight across the scent line, and Laer's goal was to at least request an escort into the pack's territory to speak with her friend. In addition to simply wanting to see her, Saria seemed to have been the last known wolf to have contact with Laer's wayward brother, and his younger sister was determined to find him. Tucking her bedraggled tail beside her, Laerneth raised her nose to the setting sun and let out a call for Saria.
She'd gotten used to it, the constant pang of hunger in her stomach. Even now, as the golden-hued wolf padded softly along the edges of the harsh, volcanic taiga, her belly roiled and rumbled with emptiness. Her last meal had consisted of three tiny fieldmice, themselves starving and providing little more than the crunch of bones against her sharp teeth. The young she-wolf's pelt, normally a shimmering array of fiery gold and orange, was now a drab and dreary tan. Her medium frame was drawn out with the lack of sustenance, giving her an overall desheveled, lanky appearance. Despite her struggle with hunger, the Serilyen's amber eyes were as bright and determined as ever. She alone had made the decision to strike out from her home to chase after her banished brother, and she alone would deal with the consequences.
It had actually been another's scent that had originally brought Laerneth to this harsh, unforgiving terrain. Saria hadn't been incredibly forthcoming about her origins in the brief time the sunny woman had spent in the shadowy female's debt, but Laer's friend's scent permeated the area she now trod. To add even more to the Serilyen's surprise, the unmistakable scent of her big brother had mingled with that of Saria a short distance away on the taiga. Laer had followed it for a time but eventually lost it, turning her attention instead to her darker friend.
It was with respect now that Laerneth Serilyen lay just beyond what was very obviously a pack border, the setting sun brushing the sky with strokes of oranges, pinks and purples. Saria's scent led straight across the scent line, and Laer's goal was to at least request an escort into the pack's territory to speak with her friend. In addition to simply wanting to see her, Saria seemed to have been the last known wolf to have contact with Laer's wayward brother, and his younger sister was determined to find him. Tucking her bedraggled tail beside her, Laerneth raised her nose to the setting sun and let out a call for Saria.
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Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more - by Laerneth - June 24, 2016, 10:06 AM
RE: Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more - by Antumbra - June 25, 2016, 01:20 PM
RE: Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more - by Saria - June 26, 2016, 05:36 PM