Your Bones
05-01-2019, 01:54 PM
Sphinx Beaufort After finding Medea in the Redbud Nook, Sphinx had made the decision to stay in the young grove rather than continue her search across Boreas. After spending so many months searching, spending day after day alone in a wilderness unfamiliar to her, it was a great relief to find a friendly face. She would stay with her sister, for now in a shared den, but perhaps the priestess would consider staying for awhile, making a more permanent den in the nook. It was a nerve racking thought for Sphinx to consider, because while on one hand she wanted to never leave Medea's side again, she also wanted to continue her search for Pegasus. If she was to create a home in the Nook, would it truly be a home or more of a base camp while she searched? Then again, she could hardly bare the thought of leaving Medea at all, not after she found her here in Boreas, all alone! The tall woman groaned softly to herself as she hung her head, large paws dragging across the ground as she walked with a slight headache. While the Nook was beyond beautiful this time of year; purple and pink buds popping along the trees, creating a most alluring sight, it was dull while Medea would go out hunting. Sphinx was not incapable of hunting, but her experience was with small game, just enough to get her by, while it seemed her sister had become quite the huntress since leaving the castle behind. So Medea would go hunting larger game, and Sphinx would be left to her own devices. After a few days, she had discovered every blossoming bud in the entire Nook! Today however, the woman had decided to follow the stream that weaved through the grove, out and towards it's origin. It wasn't exactly a conscious decision made, more like a vague idea thought of while her mind was more occupied with thinking of her next move. She hardly noticed the change in scenery as she walked, her blue gaze trained on the dirt path before her as the Redbuds of the Nook disappeared in the distance, replaced by more ordinary trees and tall grass. Medea wishes to discover herself, perhaps leaving her every once in a while would be good for her? Her mind would chant as she turned and weaved through the wood, oblivious to the tiny critters skittering out of her way. What will I do when I find Peg? Would he come live in the Nook too? What if he has a den somewhere else? Would Medea move to him? Brows knit together as the gears in her mind cranked away, plotting and deciding the best course of action that would keep her siblings together. Suddenly a thought popped into her head. What if neither will move? Would I be forced to choose between Medea and Peg? Another groan would rumble from her throat as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, the throbbing between her temples becoming more aggravated the more she thought. What if they aren't the only ones here? What if the others fled home too? Frustration began to fume within her until she was suddenly smacked in the face by a low hanging branch, causing a shocking pain to radiate across her cheek and snap her eyes back open in surprise. Long legs carefully wove their way through the trees, perked ears driving her towards the sound of water slamming against stone. When at long last she had finally broken through the treeline and into the clearing, she stood at the far pool with the waterfall tall and magnificent in the distance. She could not recall a time where she was blessed enough to witness such natural beauty. Warm sunset rays collided with the waterfall, making the droplets shine with every color imaginable. The nearby tree tops were decorated with the reflected light, making the scene before here look more like a fantasy than reality. But just as she took a step towards the falls, towards the brilliant light show of rainbow colors, it was gone. For a moment, a mass of disappointment and confusion coursed through her, only to realized the fading sun could no longer stand above the canopy. The last of the days light would begin to fade, but not before it illuminated movement along the waterfall's wall. Squinting her eyes in an attempt to better focus her vision, Sphinx contemplate for a moment if it was some sort of mountain lion drinking from the falls, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was in fact another wolf. Blue orbs slowly widened as she began to recognize the familiar strike patterns along the males back, the black and white markings that cut across an all too familiar golden base. Sphinx could feel her chest pounding with her erratic beating heart that seemed to swell with hope and joy. Could it be? There was only one way to find out. |
