Memoriam

The world around him felt almost surreal. Valhalla's scent completely gone, not a trace of it left. He'd been gone for so long, he wasn't sure why he expected it to still be here...but still, he had hope. And now it faded. Shaking his head, he continued on his silent path, that is...until a vaguely familiar scent crossed him. Pausing, the old male scented the air, and while it was muted, he felt like he knew who it was. He cast his gaze across the land, and in his field of vision he would find another standing a good distance away. Leon simply stared for a moment, trying to recollect his memories about the scent. It dawned on him then, that it was family. With hesitant eagerness, the male moved to close the distance between them, stopping several feet away from the younger male. Blue eyes sought the gaze of the other, a single word forming from his lips. "Soren?"