Tangled In The Great Escape
The former alphess hadn't been out of Talis too much, but the last few days she was out and about checking out the lands around the pack. She hadn't yet seen much of Auster, but that would all change because the more she wandered, the more she wanted to see. Auster was full of beautiful lands, each territory more intriguing than the last. Boreas was beautiful but Auster definitely took the cake in terms of scenery. A light drizzle coated her, the random storms that had come to the lands was a welcome change. Though they hadn't been hit with anything bad, which was a good thing, she didn't mind the light rains that occasionally swept across them. She couldn't say that Tanaraq enjoyed the weather as much as she did, however. The whitephase raptor sat between her shoulders, her feathers puffed out as her face wore an obvious look of irritation and displeasure at having her feathers wet. "Why the sour mood? It's not as bad as it could be, you know." She glanced back at her companion with a grin. "You're better suited to this than I am. Your pelt is thick, it doesn't feel very comfortable to have wet feathers!" She pouted. Avalon laughed as she continued on, and soon her pace would slow as she got closer to an interesting sight.
She arrived at a place she hadn't been to yet, stones standing around in a circle like fashion with odd markings on them as far as she could tell. As old as she was, she'd never seen this before, but it intrigued her. Fluffy plume gently wagged as she walked around one of the stones, the woman stopping in front of it once more as amber gaze looked it over. As much as she tried, she couldn't decipher what was marked...or written? "Tanaraq, have you seen anything like this before?" Her companion could fly, after all. So she had to have seen a lot of things that Avalon had not. "I'm not entirely sure what they are, but I vaguely remember my grandmother telling me about these creatures called 'humans' who created things that we do not understand. Amron's castle is one of them, and these markings upon the stone must also be their doing." She concluded, and was just as interested as beady eyes looked them over. It had to be the work of humans. No animal she knew of couldn't have made such intricate markings on stone like that. But what did they mean? And why did they do it?
As the pair went on to investigate further, Avalon stopped in her tracks as the scent of another came upon her. A stranger, a loner. Someone she obviously didn't recognize or know. She stood tall, peering up to see who it might be. It was a male, obviously. But he seemed...different than the usual wolves she came across. She spotted him not too far away, and noticed that his coat was far thicker and shaggier than even her own. Was it even a wolf? His scent told her he was, but...there was something different about it as well. She was curious, and so she decided to get closer for a better look. Maybe he would know what these markings meant? "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know what these markings mean?" |
