For all that she lacked your fire
03-24-2019, 08:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-25-2019, 12:06 PM by Lament.)
Lament Pyre His movements spoke of caution, and Ballad caught on to the tension in his stride. He was aware when she paused a moment, taking in the scene they had left behind. He slowed but didnt stop, and after a moment she returned to him. Her words voiced the question they both held close to their hearts 'was something wrong’ he was not certain. All he knew was the feeling in his gut that spoke of something out there. An unknown force that meant them ill. It could well be that their attacker (if that is what happened) was far gone now, and his lingering doubts were left over flavours of what he had endured. Without his memories, he could not say. All he knew was his caution, and his burning desire to keep them both safe. He got the impression he had been known for his intensity and his seriousness. They were just floating pieces of who he was, nothing concrete or clear for him to draw on. frustration/his paw gestured between one step and the next as he felt the hopelessness of what they must do. Find people who knew them, find answers, find themselves. They hit the high ground and the walking got harder. He felt the innate strength in his muscles as they warmed to the exercise. A day's hard work was no stranger to him, he filed that tidbit away to dwell upon later. He had already guessed that the both of them were fighters. He continued onwards until he hit a spot he was happy with, then he settled in and began to build a map in his mind of the world beneath him. |
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