White Noise

*Lark* · 10-04-2016, 05:31 PM

Lark didn't generally wander so far from home, but lately his mind had felt.. tormented. Every season seemed a constant fluctuation of good to bad, without much in between. Things had been looking up for awhile, and then Lillianna had disappeared. Abaven had not disbanded, as he had feared, nor had it been given to Karabela, or Tinaro. Everything seemed to be at such an uncomfortable standstill right now. Feeling rather aimless on this particular day, Lark headed toward the west, following the sun's ascent into the sky.

Despite the sun's rays beaming down on his coat, the day was quite frigid even still. The summer heat was slowly fading away, making way for winter to come soon. His paws carried him without much thought, over the changing landscape, until he found himself overlooking a verdant green valley. Though the season had changed, this place was still quite luscious and full of life. With a sigh, he'd navigate down one sharp incline into the lower part of the valley, eyes mostly focused on little more than what was right ahead of him.

Only when he caught sight of a stranger, did he realize he might not be alone here. His head tilted, gaze searching the woman from a reasonable distance. She was not at all familiar to Lark, and his brows tightened together as he decided what to do. Oh, what the hell. He took a few wary steps toward her, letting out a meager bark as a greeting to her.

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