he couldn't believe his luck. the saints weren't here.
he'd come to the glade by accident, chasing some deer, and was petrified to find himself within their hunting grounds. but the scents were faint, and remained so as he went further into the territory, closer to the border upon which he'd met nyra and the lot.
they were gone.
why? they had been so territorial! and with children in tow, the thought of them relocating. . . well, things happened. but still, aditya didn't believe it for a second.
he strolled warily through the beautiful forest, nostrils trained for deer and wolfish devils alike. one could see why the territory was named so; his pelt of browns was turned to gold in the dappled sunlight, streaked with aged silver. his eyes were molten ores, glowing in the shadows.
alone—at least in the corporeal sense.
he'd come to the glade by accident, chasing some deer, and was petrified to find himself within their hunting grounds. but the scents were faint, and remained so as he went further into the territory, closer to the border upon which he'd met nyra and the lot.
they were gone.
why? they had been so territorial! and with children in tow, the thought of them relocating. . . well, things happened. but still, aditya didn't believe it for a second.
he strolled warily through the beautiful forest, nostrils trained for deer and wolfish devils alike. one could see why the territory was named so; his pelt of browns was turned to gold in the dappled sunlight, streaked with aged silver. his eyes were molten ores, glowing in the shadows.
alone—at least in the corporeal sense.
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