When There's Something Strange In Your Neighborhood... [AW]
01-13-2018, 01:18 AM
After meeting a new friend, and later meeting her father, Amos had eventually found the drive to set off and explore for a while again. He had some time before his new friend could go with him, so he might as well become somewhat familiar with more of the lands they'd explore in so he wouldn't get them hopelessly lost or something. That would suck. He'd made it all the way to Auster, and when he crossed the land bridge he had to admit that it was every bit as pretty as 'Rielle said it would be. The shimmering sands were fantastic, reminding him very much of his friends fur. He didn't stay too long, wanting to save some investigation for later.
Now, he was lost. The one thing he didn't want to happen, the one thing he wanted to avoid at all cost! Mismatched eyes rolled, irritated with his own foolishness. One thing was for sure; he was not going to grow up to be a very good navigator. Just being mediocre would suffice at this point, as he wandered past an oddly shaped tree he was sure he'd already passed. Good job, idiot. And it was getting dark! Stalking through the trees with ears laid back and an irritable expression firmly plants on his face, Amos hoped to high heavens he'd get out of here soon. Just then, he spotted a woman, several years older than him if he wasn't mistaken. She stood alone, the last rays of fading sunlight striking the russet portions of her pelt and making her take on the glow of a dying ember.
Eternally unconcerned, Amos approached at a meandering walk. His pace was slow and his movements languid. Offering up a friendly smile, Amos waved his tail gently, like a cattail bowing in the breeze as he would call out his greeting. Hello, there!"
Now, he was lost. The one thing he didn't want to happen, the one thing he wanted to avoid at all cost! Mismatched eyes rolled, irritated with his own foolishness. One thing was for sure; he was not going to grow up to be a very good navigator. Just being mediocre would suffice at this point, as he wandered past an oddly shaped tree he was sure he'd already passed. Good job, idiot. And it was getting dark! Stalking through the trees with ears laid back and an irritable expression firmly plants on his face, Amos hoped to high heavens he'd get out of here soon. Just then, he spotted a woman, several years older than him if he wasn't mistaken. She stood alone, the last rays of fading sunlight striking the russet portions of her pelt and making her take on the glow of a dying ember.
Eternally unconcerned, Amos approached at a meandering walk. His pace was slow and his movements languid. Offering up a friendly smile, Amos waved his tail gently, like a cattail bowing in the breeze as he would call out his greeting. Hello, there!"