No destination, no maps to guide us
02-27-2016, 10:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2016, 10:01 PM by Steel.)
Steel was used to wandering. He was a vagabond by nature; he had no real place he felt truly at home in, and so to keep himself from feeling too restless, he needed to move. His paws carried him away from the verdant lands that Argead had claimed, further west; these lands were largely unfamiliar to him. The more fertile grasses of the valley slowly tapered off, into a dry gorge that cut through the earth like a knife. His steps were aimless and he had no real direction in mind. But a familiar scent touched his nose, one that was unmistakable - and one he was rather surprised to encounter here. Curious as to what Esarosa was doing here, he'd continue into the gorge, padding carefully down a sharp incline he'd stumbled upon. The land was dry, so not terribly slick, but seemed dangerous in its own right. One wrong step on a bit of loose rubble could mean a quick tumble, and who knew how far. From above, it'd seemed like little more than a dry riverbed, but upon descent he realized the gorge was quite old and seemed to weave in different directions. Some even underground. It was a bit.. creepy for his taste, but interesting. His nose wrinkled as he inhaled, tasting the air again and getting a better whiff of Esarosa's scent before trekking onward. She'd struck him as quite adventurous and quite a bit more willing to face danger than himself, and so he was surprised when he scent led right back up the side of the ravine and away from it. Frowning slightly, he'd begin his ascent once again. It didn't take long to find her, sitting peacefully - it didn't seem like she was busy with anything, perhaps just resting. His pace quickened slightly as he drew near her, his head tipping to the ground as he offered her a nod as he came from her side, so as to not startle her. "Hey," he'd call out gently, his voice tentative. Maybe she wouldn't even want to hang out with him? What did he know. |
