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Starling

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
6
size
Large
build
Light
posts
346
player
keanai
02-02-2016, 12:54 AM
Starling needed to get out of the packlands, for a little while at least. He was never really one to spend a lot of time within Abaven's lands, his job really depended on him travelling and searching for herbs he can bring home, so he could handle a plethera of wounds and sicknesses when they arose. He was so used to travelling that staying at home for days at a time gave him a really antsy feeling. It was travelling that gave him the grace to not constantly fall over his own paws (though he was still rather awkward sometimes) and allowed him to have an independence he hadn't had until he crossed those borders. So that day, after making sure Finch was looked after, he ventured out. He sought to find something that might help her, might make the nights easier, might be of use.

He didn't go far, not this time. His paws found the lands that held the delicate red trees, and he was almost run over by nostalgia. His breath was caught in his throat as he stared up at the beautiful trees, his eyes tracing the leaves before he sighed. This was his and Finch's first adventure, the first land he had ever been too that didn't wave Abaven's flag. It would be just fitting if this place held the secret to Finch's wellbeing. Maybe...just maybe. He shook it off, feeling the memories continue to play like little fingers in his soft fur as he moved along. Nose to the earth, he searched, endlessly, for something useful.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"





Lark

Somnium

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
316

Famous
02-28-2016, 10:22 AM
Lark hadn't spend a lot of time with his siblings as of late. Finch was still recovering, but steadily getting better; and the last time he'd talked to Starling he'd basically been yelling at him, and telling him he was selfish. He loved his brother dearly, and being upset with his siblings was something he wasn't used to. He didn't quite know how to talk to him again - and even if he did find him, he had no idea if they'd even talk about what happened or not.

He hadn't meant to run into Starling. Not really. Maybe subconsciously, as he'd caught whiff of his scent when he'd wandered from home territory toward the forest of young redwood trees. The air was quite refreshing here, and he took in a deep breath as he navigated between the trees. It was a fine summer day, and his heart felt light and free - until he saw Starling. Lark wasn't used to feeling anxious, but he felt his stomach clench as he realized his brother was close, and warily he drew closer and offered a slow nod. "Buon pomeriggio," he'd greet him after clearing his throat and lifting his gaze to meet Starling's.