October 11, 2019, 12:23 AM
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.
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
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sun through ash - by Eirwyn - October 09, 2019, 05:45 PM
RE: sun through ash - by Dirge - October 11, 2019, 12:23 AM
RE: sun through ash - by Eirwyn - October 11, 2019, 03:03 PM
RE: sun through ash - by Dirge - October 11, 2019, 04:46 PM