Whose A Heretic Now?

*Diarmuid* · 10-29-2016, 09:16 PM

Diarmuid was feeling uncharacteristically broody as of late. While not typically one sulk, being separated for so long from the Xanilov children he had sworn to protect was deeply unpleasant. If Valeriya didn't have his hide for this, surely someone else would. At the very least, her words would be just as biting - he had no doubt about that. A frown creased the warrior's lips as he made his way through the swamplands. The weather was dreadful today, which didn't help his already sour mood. The fog was thick, hanging over the wet earth like a curse, as though it might never lift. He really wasn't in the best of moods. If anything, he was disappointed in himself - would the other guards, if they'd found the children by now, ever think highly of him again? His only job was to protect them and he couldn't even keep track of them.

A soft breath of air escaped into the chill air. He was always on alert as he traveled, searching and hoping for some hint of them, or anyone who had seen them. Conversation with strangers had never been his strong suit, but he didn't hesitate now to bother everyone he came across with the same question. Had they seen a group of children? Hell, he'd even explain what each of them looked like if they seemed the least bit willing to help. Each of his leads had come up short though, and though he was feeling a bit hopeless, to say he was losing hope would be far from the truth.

His nose twitched as the scent of another wolf touched it. His posture stiffened instinctively as his head dropped, aiming to grab hold of the scent and follow it. It wasn't easy to track it though the foggy swamp; the air was heavy here, and rather still other than the slow-moving fog clouds. It took him awhile, as he trailed after it, before it hit him suddenly. It was one of the children.

He only caught Domari's scent alone, but his pace quickened. At least he was on to something, after so many months of what felt like aimless wandering. Determined, he continued onward - his jaw clenched as he waded through a particularly large swath of earth that was more water than land. When he finally saw him, it was from a distance - he was perched on something, seemingly staring through the fog, at what he wasn't sure.

"Dómari?" Diarmuid's voice boomed out as he drew closer. He hadn't felt so joyful in some time, though his face was characteristically stoic still as he took the last few strides toward the boy. God, he looked much older now - had so much time really passed?

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