hecate
01-19-2017, 08:18 AM
ooc; I know it says cobalt tag, but we decided in pms that it might be better for these two to meet. c:
The beast stood tall in the middle of a crumbled away temple; the deteriorated structure likely having been here for ages, though it's stone now barely managed to pierce the veil of ivy that engulfed it. It might have once been the heart of the ancient city lying in ruins here in the God's Garden, but for now it was simply a mine field of obstacles for the brute to trip over as he followed the trail of a particularly unfortunate fox.
He'd been traveling between the two continents for some time now, though he always seemed to remain in either Southern Boreas or Northern Auster. While Boreas' temperatures were on the rise, Auster's were steadily dropping but that didn't stop the chokehold of humidity that loomed in the air. He was used to such conditions, but that wasn't to say that he was immune. The jungle wolf found himself pacing his running in an effort to not starve his mighty lungs, which was the precise reason he simply stood there in the midst of ruin while catching his breath.
The fox's scent was faint here, but he was confident in his ability to determine which way it had gone. After his moment of rest, the beast's sturdy limbs finally began to move once again; large paws carrying him effortlessly across the overgrowth and over crumbled collections of stone. When the prints of another wolf struck him by surprise in softer dirt, he stopped immediately and chose to inspect it's origin. Whoever it was had a heavy footprint, leaving him to believe they were a larger wolf. He craned his neck to collect any lingering scents still attached and pulled away with knowledge of yet another female. Why always females? He seemed to have been getting himself into enough trouble with them lately, but yet he could not reign in the compelling effects of his curiosity.
He changed course, no longer hunting a fox but another wolf as he followed her trail back into the city. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon her, quite literally. He'd been moving so fast that by the time he did see her, he was less than five feet from her and in clear view. There was no hiding himself from her, so he simply stopped in his tracks and lifted his ears, watching her with his piercing red eyes while he gauged for her reaction to his company. He did not expect to find her resting, though he assumed that by doing so she had been traveling for some time and needed a moment to recollect herself.
The beast stood tall in the middle of a crumbled away temple; the deteriorated structure likely having been here for ages, though it's stone now barely managed to pierce the veil of ivy that engulfed it. It might have once been the heart of the ancient city lying in ruins here in the God's Garden, but for now it was simply a mine field of obstacles for the brute to trip over as he followed the trail of a particularly unfortunate fox.
He'd been traveling between the two continents for some time now, though he always seemed to remain in either Southern Boreas or Northern Auster. While Boreas' temperatures were on the rise, Auster's were steadily dropping but that didn't stop the chokehold of humidity that loomed in the air. He was used to such conditions, but that wasn't to say that he was immune. The jungle wolf found himself pacing his running in an effort to not starve his mighty lungs, which was the precise reason he simply stood there in the midst of ruin while catching his breath.
The fox's scent was faint here, but he was confident in his ability to determine which way it had gone. After his moment of rest, the beast's sturdy limbs finally began to move once again; large paws carrying him effortlessly across the overgrowth and over crumbled collections of stone. When the prints of another wolf struck him by surprise in softer dirt, he stopped immediately and chose to inspect it's origin. Whoever it was had a heavy footprint, leaving him to believe they were a larger wolf. He craned his neck to collect any lingering scents still attached and pulled away with knowledge of yet another female. Why always females? He seemed to have been getting himself into enough trouble with them lately, but yet he could not reign in the compelling effects of his curiosity.
He changed course, no longer hunting a fox but another wolf as he followed her trail back into the city. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon her, quite literally. He'd been moving so fast that by the time he did see her, he was less than five feet from her and in clear view. There was no hiding himself from her, so he simply stopped in his tracks and lifted his ears, watching her with his piercing red eyes while he gauged for her reaction to his company. He did not expect to find her resting, though he assumed that by doing so she had been traveling for some time and needed a moment to recollect herself.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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