Living like a washed up celebrity
02-27-2016, 11:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2016, 11:15 PM by Leo.)
This was his last resort before he started searching every inch of Alacritis. His wounds from the challenge were almost entirely healed at this point, the scar tissue still fresh and pink across the back of his skull and his scruff. He was sure the one on his scruff would be mostly hidden once his fur grew back fully there, but the one on his head would probably show forever now. He didn't really mind, or maybe he just didn't think he minded in comparison to the real worries he had been dealing with recently. He was just glad that he was healed enough to make the trip now. He was scraping the bottom of the barrel of ideas at this point, but he had to try. He reached the edge of the edge of Yifir's territory and sighed. As he was laying awake last night he suddenly remembered the brief visit Katja had made to Fiori's borders ages ago, accompanied by Kassander. It seemed so unlikely that Svetlana would have made a trip to see her brother without telling him, but he was willing to take the chance, however slim. He didn't even know if Kassander still lived here or not. The longer he stood here the more he doubted his idea, but he had come this far so he might as well ask. He lifted his head and let out a howl, calling for Katja or Kassander or both... or anyone really that could give him the answer he was looking for. If she wasn't here... he didn't know what he would do next. |
