walls could talk

*Diarmuid* · 07-03-2017, 04:55 PM

It was rare that Diarmuid felt true solace. He always felt a nagging sense of duty -- to take care of another, or at the very least to keep an eye on them -- so to briefly feel nothing akin to that was strange. Even in his calm he felt a sense of mild discomfort. Surely if Valeriya were here, she would have some task for him to attend to. Even simply hearing her voice would be nice right now; he tried not to dwell on things of the past, things he had no control over now, because Diarmuid wasn't used to feeling out of control.

He snuffed loudly as he passed another particularly sweet smelling bush, nosing one of the fat strawberries lightly with curiosity before abandoning it, and continuing on his way. He hardly paid attention to things like berries and plants and the like, so he hardly noticed that the plants were far less healthy than usual. Prey had been scarce in these lands as of late, but he was used to shifting patterns like that and knew they would likely come back even more plentiful when the time was right.

The scent of a female hit him suddenly, arresting his attention from his aimless wandering. He hadn't meant to find her, yet she seemed to have (probably accidentally) crossed his chosen path. Which, in reality, was really quite random. Her scent was accompanied by that of a feline, and his nose wrinkled slightly as he tasted their scents. Only when he drew a bit closer, within visible distance of the pair, would he grunt out a greeting. "Greetings," his deep voice boomed out plainly, his head dipping slowly to her.

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