Sightseeing
05-06-2019, 09:01 PM
Lament Pyre He moved West from Legion territory, crossing the lazy stream that meandered through a dozen other lands. The chilled water tasted sweet on his tongue, and refreshing against his fire-toned legs. He didn’t linger, but moved on into lands that grew barren and dry, and he was thankful for that last refreshing sip. He found the harsher territories of Boreas a sight for sore eyes, and thought often that somewhere in his lost memories he would find a home that carved out a living in rougher lands. He didn’t slow his pace, but rather enjoyed the feel of the heat on his dark fur, and the exhibition in his quickly moving limbs. His lips parted in pants, regulating cooling air to his body. This was the finer things in life, the freedom of movement, the open air, the hard-packed dirt beneath his paws. With every run he felt a little closer to what he had lost. He knew his memories lived on, somewhere in the remnants of his mind. He would find them, one day. He moved from flat surface to rocky terrain, and leaped nimbly to the first set of hard sandstone, and would pause, lengthening his stride as he looked down at the swirling patterns of reddish brown that swished like liquid tones across its surface. He hadn’t come this way before, and it was definitely a sight to see. He hit the rocks, leapt to another, and let his pace fall to still silence. He panted a little more as he looked about himself in curiosity, and his eyes would alit upon the colors of deep blue, like deep water. He almost matched the waving patterns, but his rich coat stood out among the browns like a beacon. This man looked to be of equal age to Lament, through he stood a few inches taller. Lament stretched out his well-worked muscles, his lean, fit body falling into the rhythm with easy so he wouldn’t cramp after exercise. His motions where fluid and strange, fitting the rhythms of his peoples martial arts, even if he could only remember them through familiar motions. His body remembered, even if his mind did not. “Morning greetings.” Lament murmured gently to the blue-toned wolf. His voice soft, pitched low so it would carry no further then this man. His paw, curiously, twitched beneath him, even as his face stood wiped of all emotion. Curious greetings, friendly smile his paw whispered in the language of his people. |
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