inhale and hold
10-06-2016, 10:43 AM
He'd been exploring for a few nights now, having passed through the narrow strip of land that connected the two continents. Auster certainly seemed to hold more promising lands than the barren wastelands becoming of the east in Boreas. So far, he'd seen grass greener than any field he'd ever set eyes on- even greener than the knolls in the South. For a hunter, the land seemed fertile and perfect.
Wanderlust still inspired those heavy paws to continue moving, wanting to get to know the foreign lands as quickly as possible. All of Ardent was foreign to him really, never having been to the West or the North, but something about Auster spoke to the giant's heart. He finally came to a stop when coming across the standing, runic stones seemingly placed by something even more colossal than he. Intrigued, he found himself captivated by their presence and nearing the center of the circle to which they surrounded. They were so alike the ones that laid out in the jungle he'd grown up in that he had his breath momentarily taken away from him, and an audible gasp leaving his body as he released the air once he'd realized he'd been holding it. His ruby gaze peered to the sky, his heart racing. Was this Katar's doing? He was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason.
His skin prickled into goosebumps beneath his fur as he shook his coat and neared the stone bearing etchings, a colder rush of air breezing over the fur of his nape that gave him a visible shiver. A feeling of peace washed over him, moving him unlike any other as he smiled in remembrance of the fonder days of his life when his deceased mate was still living. Somehow, he felt as if she lived on when he was here and watched over him.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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