Lost in a Different World
11-16-2017, 09:33 AM
To say Diarmuid was restless would be an understatement. From the sidelines he had watched Celestial for some time now, deducing what he could from their movements - some sort of fight had occurred, and many had come home permanently scarred from it. He had yet to figure out Domari's status, but since he'd caught whiff of his scent near the borders he could only assume he was alive and well. He still felt a prickling of indignation, knowing full well he could've served Celestial well as a fighter in whatever trouble had befallen them, but instead he was still left as an outsider. He'd been instructed to visit whenever he needed, simply offering a call if he intended to visit Domari or Alarik, but he had instead decided to give the Xanilov boys their space and keep his distance. Knowing they were alive and well wasn't enough, though, to fully satisfy him. Subsisting without a clear goal or directive had never been easy for him - how often now he dreamed of finding Valeriya again, or even Raesa, and being given some hint at what was required of him. Leaving Boreas seemed a mistake, so he'd had difficulty finding reason to even consider leaving. Instead he would wander aimlessly, today deciding that a dip in the lake might be worthwhile, ambling lazily across the terrain toward the familiar landmark. As he drew closer, head hanging low to the ground, he caught a familiar scent. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a Celestian, a woman who had confronted him when she'd noticed his scent lingering dangerously close to their borders. Although she hadn't frightened him, nor had she deterred him, he had been impressed at her vigilance and tenacity. It struck him suddenly that she might be able to offer up some information about the state of the pack, at least enough to quell his burning curiosity, and his pace increased as he trailed after her with this new-found goal in mind. After a bit of travel he found her lounging in the sun. It wasn't immediately apparent that anything had changed since he'd seen her last, but as he drew closer he noticed that her face seemed scarred - her blindness was still yet to be discovered by him. "Acapella, isn't it?" Diarmuid called out in his gruff form of a greeting, his pace slowing as he moved closer to her and the lake's edge. |
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