Coming Down
Octave has slowly made his way northwards, not for any particular reason, simply wandering as he wished. He was alone today, left to his own thoughts. Which was just as well for the boy since he didn't exactly take well to companions. Not that it wasn't sometimes lonely... he'd been hoping to find either his siblings or his parents at some point here but it seemed he was having rotten luck in that regard. That was about to change, however he wasn't likely to call what he was about to find good luck per say. A familiar scent reached the young Destruction and he frowned, changing his course to follow it. It was his sister, but there was... something wrong. There was a sort of tinny flavor to his sister's scent and Octave silently wished he'd had been gathering herbs while he'd been out... but then he didn't exactly have a good way to store them yet did he? Picking up his pace the boy spotted his sister on the horizon... though he could only just make out her head and forelegs, stretched out towards him. As he approached he realized she was in a pool of water, he could just make out the steam rising from it's surface. Novel looked, well tired and desperate. |
| Art by EquestrianJade |