cigarette ash & wildfire

*Ashiel* · 12-31-2017, 03:17 PM

Afternoon sunlight spilled golden rays down Ashiel's sore back. He'd been training with his mother the previous day and the strenuous activity had led his body to stiffen and protest at the treatment. The warmth of the sun felt glorious but he knew he'd need to get moving agin. To lay still for to long would only cause the stiffness to worsen and he couldn't allow that. A beckoning call proved the motivation he needed and he stood with grace that belied his muscular build. The call was foreign to him and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Was this someone wanting to join? Perhaps a messenger from one of the mortal packs?

Ashiel strode confidently into the tangled vines of the cathedral, peridot eyes searching for the source of the call. When at last they fell on the woman his hackles raised immediately upon realizing she was inside the packs borders but her scent was tinged with familiarity and so he did not attack. He did not recognize the exact scent but something about it as well as the markings that stained her coat whispered of the name Abraxas. Was this yet another member of his family? "Who goes there? Are you Abraxas?"

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