The late snow of a mid-spring was a nuisance, easily putting a damper on the plans he had forged for the day. But he should have known it was coming from the way the clouds had moved in, the way that the damp air turned cold... yet mother nature always surprised. Even with the late snowfall, it did little to dampen the fires and tempers that burned within the heart of the mountain, and he sought a short jaunt to ease his own feelings.
It had been on the outskirts of the forest that he first thought he had seen a glimpse of @Hydra, only to discredit it. She had been left content to doze somewhere far warmer and with one of her trio of sisters absent from the mountainside, he decided it was @Lyra. Wherever she was off to was beyond him, but considering that their paths had not crossed at length for some time, he couldn't avoid falling in to trail her northward.
By the time the forests were behind him, he had lost sight of her in the poor visibility. Here, the snow seemed to cascade to one side, and a pale, ghastly haze greeted him as he picked up her scent in a fast covering path. He called for her, a sharp bark stolen away in the gale, and continued ahead ever curious of what drew her out.
It had been on the outskirts of the forest that he first thought he had seen a glimpse of @Hydra, only to discredit it. She had been left content to doze somewhere far warmer and with one of her trio of sisters absent from the mountainside, he decided it was @Lyra. Wherever she was off to was beyond him, but considering that their paths had not crossed at length for some time, he couldn't avoid falling in to trail her northward.
By the time the forests were behind him, he had lost sight of her in the poor visibility. Here, the snow seemed to cascade to one side, and a pale, ghastly haze greeted him as he picked up her scent in a fast covering path. He called for her, a sharp bark stolen away in the gale, and continued ahead ever curious of what drew her out.
April 28, 2019, 06:09 AM
The blizzard had come as a surprise. While it snowed year round on the highest peaks of Moonspear, rarely did it fall at this time of year so heavily, and so far from the slopes they called home. It didn't make for suitable weather to travel, but Lyra was still in an agitated state, recent events only serving to make it worse.
Oh, she had been ever so eager to spill the blood of that whore, Zafina.
The witch had shown blatant disrespect to her parents without even speaking word to them; her crime much more serious than any verbal threat. However when the two thirds of the Cerberus went to exact their punishment, she was nowhere to be found. She had fled. An anticlimactic end and the promise of violence torn from their grasp left Lyra with a longing which would not be satiated easily.
So she stalked the surrounding territories of Moonspear like a spectre, trying to find Zafina's scent through the thick blanket of snow. The once peaceful and bright hills of the terrace had taken on an almost desolate feel as the entire area was enshrouded in grey, becoming a frozen wasteland stretching out for miles in every direction. The winds tugged at her dark coat and snow stung her nose. Lyra knew her efforts were in vain, but the activity kept the restlessness at bay, at least for the moment.
As she pressed on further north, she swore she felt eyes upon her (not all that unusual considering who her sister was), but the faint bark confirmed her suspicions. Hackles raised, she quickly spun in a tight semi circle, squinting as she could just make out the dark form of a male in the fog. As he came closer, she relaxed slightly, her narrowed features softening into a look of curiousity. "Oh, Dirge," she breathed, the words no doubt getting swept away by the winds. What was he doing out here?
Oh, she had been ever so eager to spill the blood of that whore, Zafina.
The witch had shown blatant disrespect to her parents without even speaking word to them; her crime much more serious than any verbal threat. However when the two thirds of the Cerberus went to exact their punishment, she was nowhere to be found. She had fled. An anticlimactic end and the promise of violence torn from their grasp left Lyra with a longing which would not be satiated easily.
So she stalked the surrounding territories of Moonspear like a spectre, trying to find Zafina's scent through the thick blanket of snow. The once peaceful and bright hills of the terrace had taken on an almost desolate feel as the entire area was enshrouded in grey, becoming a frozen wasteland stretching out for miles in every direction. The winds tugged at her dark coat and snow stung her nose. Lyra knew her efforts were in vain, but the activity kept the restlessness at bay, at least for the moment.
As she pressed on further north, she swore she felt eyes upon her (not all that unusual considering who her sister was), but the faint bark confirmed her suspicions. Hackles raised, she quickly spun in a tight semi circle, squinting as she could just make out the dark form of a male in the fog. As he came closer, she relaxed slightly, her narrowed features softening into a look of curiousity. "Oh, Dirge," she breathed, the words no doubt getting swept away by the winds. What was he doing out here?
April 29, 2019, 12:50 AM
Near a hilltop, the wind turned near caustic against his damp nose. He lingered there but a moment, for the vantage point did not quite reveal to him where Lyra had disappeared to in the storm. This did not deter him from attempting to follow, if for nothing else to pass the time. It was long the downward slope of the incline that her figure emerged from the haze, ever razor-backed like her siblings.
He gently waved his tail as she neared, her features relaxing, but the words she spoke seemed more distant than the rest of her. It was expected, the wind not quite in their favor today—but when it had been lately? At least she had double backed, he thought, and then sought to close the distance between them.
”It's dangerous to go alone,” said the knave with his stolen phrase, though it lacked any seriousness. Lyra was every bit as able as her sisters; he knew she could handle many things on her own. He then appended: ”Though a wolf wonders why another would wander in weather like this.” Nothing usual would have drawn her out, not to wander in snows as wild as the wilderness surrounding them, so what else could it have been? Trouble, no doubt.
He gently waved his tail as she neared, her features relaxing, but the words she spoke seemed more distant than the rest of her. It was expected, the wind not quite in their favor today—but when it had been lately? At least she had double backed, he thought, and then sought to close the distance between them.
”It's dangerous to go alone,” said the knave with his stolen phrase, though it lacked any seriousness. Lyra was every bit as able as her sisters; he knew she could handle many things on her own. He then appended: ”Though a wolf wonders why another would wander in weather like this.” Nothing usual would have drawn her out, not to wander in snows as wild as the wilderness surrounding them, so what else could it have been? Trouble, no doubt.
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