Brace For Impact [Fambam?]
09-18-2018, 09:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2018, 09:13 AM by Asharya.)
Asharya... wasn't quite sure where to begin. Time had passed since she had last stood on these borders. A lot of time. More than she had planned for at any rate, and it wasn't until she ran face first into the border that she wondered how she might be received. Frankly, she had just lost track of time. Once the heat of full summer was baking through her fur she realized how long she had really been away. Asha was no longer a lanky youth, fully grown at last into her full height and stature. Her fur blazed almost as brightly as her eyes, which had become chips of ice given her anxiety. Asha shoved those feelings down, locking them away behind a mask of confidence. Whatever had changed in her absence, she would take it in stride. Asha stopped first at the canyon where she had been raised but found it empty, and at its bottom she saw sticks and sand and other debris piled up as if it had been washed through some time ago. Unable at pick up any trace of her brother or mother there she turned for her uncle's pack instead. The borders were well marked and she found a plethora of familiar scents. Others were notably absent. She sat back on her haunches and furrowed her brow in quiet confusion. There was no trace there of Amon, and no immediate evidence of either Ashiel or Pyralis. She began to grow worried. Asharya had no doubt that both of them would probably bite her tail off for just up and disappearing over the horizon, but she couldn't wait to see them again. What if they weren't here? Asha realized she wasn't sure how the rest of the family would feel about her sudden departure. She huffed, and pulled on a shroud of indignation, fluffing out her fur. Well, screw them if they thought she would apologize for following her gut! The Fallen God wouldn't have made her paws always itching to move forward if she wasn't meant to listen to them. Asharya huffed and took two long strides over the border before tipping her head back in a howl. Someone would come to greet her eventually, and they would be able to save her some time by answering the countless questions now swirling through her mind. Quietly, for her ears alone, she prayed to the Fallen God that her family was still okay. "Talk" "You" Think |
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