Matter of Fact
09-27-2016, 10:53 PM
He was becoming accustomed to the scent of sulfur finally, having spent nearly two whole weeks now remaining close to the toxic rivers that flowed around Mount Volkan. He knew better than to drink from the filth of their waters, so he often had to travel to seek out fresher sources; it was on his return that he'd picked up the scent of a stranger wandering into the wastelands. It was feminine, but clearly different from his sister or the stranger he'd encountered earlier in the week, was this one out here looking for Faite? He wasn't sure what to expect, but he found it odd that more than one soul managed to find themselves among such barren lands- in fact, he'd been betting on absolutely no one holding interest being so close to the volatile core of this particular mountain that it had been the reason he'd turned it into a make-shift little home.
His face twisted into half of a silent snarl as he kept his head low and quickened the pace of his lean, lengthy limbs. His nose occasionally drifted lower to the ground to pick up her trail while he continued on until finally, he could see her. She was among some of the tallest women he'd ever set his eyes on, matching his sister in height undoubtedly. Though, it was the peculiar markings on her body that first caught his attention, followed by her capable muscle tone. His snarl relaxed some as he lifted his head and growled out his less than warm welcome, "Why have you come here?"
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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