empty space
10-06-2016, 09:24 AM
Moister drenches the atmosphere like a blanket of wetness. It brings his appearance to become uncouth, drawn together by individual droplets of water. Beaded sporadically through his burnt charcoal pelt, Pharos travels at the basin of Mount Volcan. Around him, the explosive territory remains vacated. He travels alone, though presumably not for long. The stale smell of one wolf that had obviously frequented this area still resonates. Perhaps Elias yet remains?
Nevertheless, Pharos is unaware of his presence but remains prepared. Limbs come together in some swagger that brings the creature forwards, jutting features askew in the deep fog that kicks up at his feet. It is humid here, and although he does not particularly mind it, Pharos would much rather be exploring regions less troublesome. Never mind that, he was here for a purpose: part of living in these areas means getting to know the terrain. This place is indefinitely some distance away from Firefly Lake, though he did not mind the trek. Snorting, the male continues with his task; yellow eyes seeking anything that drew his attention.
Nevertheless, Pharos is unaware of his presence but remains prepared. Limbs come together in some swagger that brings the creature forwards, jutting features askew in the deep fog that kicks up at his feet. It is humid here, and although he does not particularly mind it, Pharos would much rather be exploring regions less troublesome. Never mind that, he was here for a purpose: part of living in these areas means getting to know the terrain. This place is indefinitely some distance away from Firefly Lake, though he did not mind the trek. Snorting, the male continues with his task; yellow eyes seeking anything that drew his attention.