Hoshor Plains One Day Life Will Be Kind

One of Valette's children had gone missing as of late. Hieronymous had caught wind of it in passing conversations and thought it best to try and track the kid down as best as he could. One, to try and make up for his misdeed of trespassing still (he would feel as if he could never do enough in order to repay them for not killing him), as well, well, to watch a family being broken up and not certain of their child's whereabouts or status was heart-breaking. 

And so he set out. With the shitty nose of his, Hieronymous didn't think he would get too far but figured it was worth a shot. He wandered around asking individuals of a boy of his description, the smell on his coat if they caught a whiff of anything similar and followed any pointers they gave. It was long and arduous work for someone who just simply couldn't put their face into the ground and track the individual themselves - but at least a good way to talk to strangers and maybe get more of an insight. 

At least the boy was alive and well from the last individuals he had spoken too.

The ground continued to shake, and prey was few and far in between. Hieronymous couldn't feel the pain in his stomach, the knot it was created but he did his best to eat what he could in order to try and keep his body from falling. It was hard. Every now and then his body was just too heavy to move, to tell if one was hungry was such an important thing and yet here he was, chewing on scraps and whatever he came across in order to keep the energy going. 

Even the river he followed was muddied and lifeless. The fish were absent and the painted male wished for nothing more than the chance to practice his fishing abilities once more. But as his dull eyes followed the river bed - they lit up as they rose from the edge. 

For a moment his breath was caught in his lungs. Eyes in wonder as they saw something that he could simply not understand. She was beautiful. It caused his tail to flick happily from one side to the other, his heart to lift into his throat and pitter-patter. Clearing his throat he slowly approached, his feet in a trot as he approached with the friendliest smile he has ever adorned. The smell of blood was thick and it caused his smile to fade ever so slightly, only to be replaced with concern. Greetings, my name is Hieronymous - is everything alright? The closer he got, the more clear this feeling was.

It was love at first sight.