He had been busy hunting in the nearby forests when he encountered @Raven and @Colt setting out for their own scouring of the lands for Fire, who had been missing a while. He knew it made him look bad to be away from home so much - to be distancing himself from the collective - and when Ambrose crossed paths with them he expected to be reamed out for his lack of attention. Instead he was given a brief update, and then he got it in his head to help out.
It was what they expected of him.
Ambrose knew if he could find Fire and bring her back then he'd have earned himself some street cred - or at least some respect, which he had been coveting (and failing to earn) since his arrival; perhaps that had to do with lying to get in among the ranks, but he didn't want to think about that. Thus, the Alpha and her guardian companion slipped away from Ambrose, and the swarthy male took his chance — deciding not to return home quite yet. He detoured after the searching pair for a little while and then took a turn north, and head that way for a while; when the search proved pointless he grew frustrated, and headed back.
This took hours. He was sullen and disinterested in returning to the Redhawks without some sort of win (although it was selfish of him to use Fire as a pawn, or stepping stone, or whatever, towards greatness). He came to the northern edge of Grouse Thicket when things went south — I mean, beyond his intended trajectory. If this were a horror film, the viewer would notice a dark shape drifting among the trees and then there would be a slow-panned scene of Ambrose approaching a gap in those trees, entering the forest — but he wouldn't be seen again.
If and when someone were to search for him, they'd find streaks of blood along one of the broad paths of the forest - a rank, sour scent like a used litterbox strewn about in equal measure - and perhaps some fur, but there would be no body.
It was what they expected of him.
Ambrose knew if he could find Fire and bring her back then he'd have earned himself some street cred - or at least some respect, which he had been coveting (and failing to earn) since his arrival; perhaps that had to do with lying to get in among the ranks, but he didn't want to think about that. Thus, the Alpha and her guardian companion slipped away from Ambrose, and the swarthy male took his chance — deciding not to return home quite yet. He detoured after the searching pair for a little while and then took a turn north, and head that way for a while; when the search proved pointless he grew frustrated, and headed back.
This took hours. He was sullen and disinterested in returning to the Redhawks without some sort of win (although it was selfish of him to use Fire as a pawn, or stepping stone, or whatever, towards greatness). He came to the northern edge of Grouse Thicket when things went south — I mean, beyond his intended trajectory. If this were a horror film, the viewer would notice a dark shape drifting among the trees and then there would be a slow-panned scene of Ambrose approaching a gap in those trees, entering the forest — but he wouldn't be seen again.
If and when someone were to search for him, they'd find streaks of blood along one of the broad paths of the forest - a rank, sour scent like a used litterbox strewn about in equal measure - and perhaps some fur, but there would be no body.
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right here all along - by RIP Firefly - November 08, 2018, 06:55 PM
RE: right here all along - by Zugzwang - November 08, 2018, 07:04 PM