Forest Fires

Elias had skipped over the islands in his surveillance of the east that led up to the land claim for Ruina, but now that he had time to explore the east once more, he could no longer neglect them. He was surprised to find the scent of wolves out on this island, ones that seemed to be taking up residency. He never understood how they could sustain themselves on the small creatures that inhabited the islands, but he supposed the swim wasn't too bad to endure before a notable hunt.

He hadn't been planning on stopping to meet the natives of this island, considering himself as a sight-seeing tourist. He just wanted to collect information about who was here, how many, and then leave.. but the odd scent of decay intermixed with the sounds of faint whining caught his attention. He could not ignore it, and like a bear following the scent of honey- his paws absent-mindedly led him in the direction of the lure.

He was cautious as he approached the den, his eyes and ears moving around him like a paranoid crack addict. He relaxed once he came to the conclusion that they were alone and approached the monotone girl sitting at the entrance of the little den that smelled of death. He wanted to ask her if he was okay, but that fragrance was almost too much to let him think straight. The call of Apollyon hung hauntingly in the air like smoke and he was breathing it in, every breath making him more and more tired... distant.

He loomed over her, staring down at her in an odd sort of trance. Who was she, what was she doing here.. and why did she smell of decay? His eyes lingered over her scars, over her deep mulberry gaze, and then finally those hypnotizing lines dressing her feminine shoulders and nape.