Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction
05-10-2019, 01:56 PM
Rhyme didn’t often leave Abaven these days, but with the rain all but stopping he had been forced to venture out. He sought out herbs for his supply as well as alternative water sources in case the rapids thought to dry up. Though he had to doubt the possibility, he wanted to be prepared in case. His third reason for being out this far was to seek out Tana. He had no intention of returning her to Abaven, if she didn’t want to be there he would never force her. For his own selfish reasons he wanted to know she was alive.
He’d found here here almost a year ago now, and Rhyme thought he might find her here again on the volcano. Though he searched Rhyme never really found her trail, but did happen upon some comfrey he could take back to Abaven.
Imperia and Solitude flew above him and he wore his bracers just in case trouble came up. The day was growing old at this point, and Rhyme was debating about returning to packlands when he did catch a scent, though it was not Tana’s. The alluring scent of the woman’s season almost made him turn right then, but as Solitude caught sight of her he called out. Rhyme sighed heavily, reluctant to put himself into such temptation, but the alabaster raven thought he needed to head her direction. He hadn’t thought much about the last time he’d encountered a she wolf in such a state, mostly because he didn’t want to acknowledge he might have more offspring out there somewhere. Not that he’d ever be able to find them, he hadn’t even gotten the woman’s name.
He shook the memory from his mind as he scaled the mountain’s rough terrain with the herbs dangling from his jaws. He really should have made one of the ravens carry his find. The thought soon left him as the girl appeared. His blue and lavender gaze settled on her petite form, her features making him believe she was in some kind of pain. He knew she couldn’t be a pup, but she was tiny. Much like Verse or her mother.
He lowered his posture, unsure if he might scare her off with his hulking frame. He gave her space, but lowered his find to his paws before speaking. ”Are you alright, miss?”
He’d found here here almost a year ago now, and Rhyme thought he might find her here again on the volcano. Though he searched Rhyme never really found her trail, but did happen upon some comfrey he could take back to Abaven.
Imperia and Solitude flew above him and he wore his bracers just in case trouble came up. The day was growing old at this point, and Rhyme was debating about returning to packlands when he did catch a scent, though it was not Tana’s. The alluring scent of the woman’s season almost made him turn right then, but as Solitude caught sight of her he called out. Rhyme sighed heavily, reluctant to put himself into such temptation, but the alabaster raven thought he needed to head her direction. He hadn’t thought much about the last time he’d encountered a she wolf in such a state, mostly because he didn’t want to acknowledge he might have more offspring out there somewhere. Not that he’d ever be able to find them, he hadn’t even gotten the woman’s name.
He shook the memory from his mind as he scaled the mountain’s rough terrain with the herbs dangling from his jaws. He really should have made one of the ravens carry his find. The thought soon left him as the girl appeared. His blue and lavender gaze settled on her petite form, her features making him believe she was in some kind of pain. He knew she couldn’t be a pup, but she was tiny. Much like Verse or her mother.
He lowered his posture, unsure if he might scare her off with his hulking frame. He gave her space, but lowered his find to his paws before speaking. ”Are you alright, miss?”
