nothing left to lose
08-28-2017, 08:28 PM
Epiphron wasn't quite sure who she expected to answer her call, if anyone. It wasn't as though the call had been terribly inviting, and it was more likely that it'd be ignored - what use did a stranger have in answering a tired old wolf's call? She hadn't been calling for help, though, nor for company, thought admittedly there was a small list of wolves she almost hoped might suddenly appear to her. Perhaps foolishly she almost found herself wishing that Maverick might come back to her after all these years, that he might beg and plead for her forgiveness. She'd be too tired to turn him away, and especially too tired to fight, and his familiar touch might be a welcome addition on this cool summer evening.
Certain that she was alone, and would be for the evening, Epiphron found a dark corner of the barn to lay against, feeling comforted by the wooden wall cradling her as she shuffled to the ground. The Adravendi took a bit to find a comfortable position, extending her forepaws and letting her muzzle lower to rest on them, shifting to lay slightly on her side. The evening was peaceful; from outside the barn she could hear the gentle chirping of crickets and other insects, and in the distance an owl hooted softly, the sound echoing across the range. The serenity nearly lulled her to sleep, her breathing no longer quite so labored, instead soft and steady as she blinked in and out of consciousness.
Despite how close she was to being asleep, she heard someone approach, quietly but the noise was somehow quite audible in contrast to the quiet evening. Her ears flicked, briefly wondering if anyone had claimed this barn as their own. She was in no state to fight, and would happily give up her shelter - alright, maybe not so happily, since she really was quite comfortable here - and tiredly she lifted her head and blinked through the darkness to face the wolf that had disturbed her rest.
Quickly she decided she wasn't being disturbed at all, and that the company was well appreciated. It took her a moment to recognize him, his face somehow still so youthful to her despite the clear age written on his muzzle, but once she placed a name to his face she couldn't keep the smile from painting her features if she tried. "Ah, if it isn't King Kassander himself," she greeted him, her voice betraying her tiredness despite that smile that crept into her tones. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She didn't know if he was a King or not again - she had a feeling he likely was not - but she remembered fondly the last time she'd seen him, insisting he was a King still despite having no pack to rule. She'd always been quite fond of him, since the first time they'd met near Mount Volkan. They'd both been very different wolves than then they were now, and Epiphron couldn't help but wonder if Kassander would still be as in awe of her now as he had been then. It was hard to forget how tongue-tied he'd been, and her blue eyes glimmered with amusement at the memory. Normally she would've risen to greet him, but now lifting her head and gesturing for him to come closer seemed more than sufficient.
Certain that she was alone, and would be for the evening, Epiphron found a dark corner of the barn to lay against, feeling comforted by the wooden wall cradling her as she shuffled to the ground. The Adravendi took a bit to find a comfortable position, extending her forepaws and letting her muzzle lower to rest on them, shifting to lay slightly on her side. The evening was peaceful; from outside the barn she could hear the gentle chirping of crickets and other insects, and in the distance an owl hooted softly, the sound echoing across the range. The serenity nearly lulled her to sleep, her breathing no longer quite so labored, instead soft and steady as she blinked in and out of consciousness.
Despite how close she was to being asleep, she heard someone approach, quietly but the noise was somehow quite audible in contrast to the quiet evening. Her ears flicked, briefly wondering if anyone had claimed this barn as their own. She was in no state to fight, and would happily give up her shelter - alright, maybe not so happily, since she really was quite comfortable here - and tiredly she lifted her head and blinked through the darkness to face the wolf that had disturbed her rest.
Quickly she decided she wasn't being disturbed at all, and that the company was well appreciated. It took her a moment to recognize him, his face somehow still so youthful to her despite the clear age written on his muzzle, but once she placed a name to his face she couldn't keep the smile from painting her features if she tried. "Ah, if it isn't King Kassander himself," she greeted him, her voice betraying her tiredness despite that smile that crept into her tones. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She didn't know if he was a King or not again - she had a feeling he likely was not - but she remembered fondly the last time she'd seen him, insisting he was a King still despite having no pack to rule. She'd always been quite fond of him, since the first time they'd met near Mount Volkan. They'd both been very different wolves than then they were now, and Epiphron couldn't help but wonder if Kassander would still be as in awe of her now as he had been then. It was hard to forget how tongue-tied he'd been, and her blue eyes glimmered with amusement at the memory. Normally she would've risen to greet him, but now lifting her head and gesturing for him to come closer seemed more than sufficient.
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