What doesn't kill you

*Bacchus* · 01-01-2016, 07:26 PM

His long elegant form would cross effortlessly over the terra as he brooded along with the storm above him. While he was far from stupid the slate creature could hardly pass up a good lightning storm, especially when it was a thunder snow. He'd experienced the phenomena a couple of times before his family had left the Northern reaches, and it made him oddly feel like home. It felt good knowing he still had that memory there, he'd only recently had been reunited with most of them.

He hadn't thought of Basil much since they'd parted ways, thought he had to credit a lot of his survival to the man, he might not have survived the facial wound he sported were it not for the Italian wolf. While the scar was still visible it was a much smaller price to pay than that of his life. While he might have been as familiar anymore Bacchus would never forget or mistake his scent, so when he caught wiff of his once companion Bacchus had to make a detour.

He didn't have to go far, his eyes would find the massive form rather quickly. Even with the darkening sky he was unmistakable. "Ciao fratello," he'd call as he drew more near, too much time had passed since he'd been in the other's presence.
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