Pink Panther (trespassing in progress)
06-17-2019, 07:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-17-2019, 07:02 PM by Lament.)
Lament Pyre He was grateful that they had Legion to shelter them as they passed the time, and waited for their memories to return. Rhythm was a great companion to him, the wily old woman had many tales to tell, having lived a life as long as fruitful as she had. He learned a little of healing, through it clearly was not his area of expertise. All that was missing, was his sister, who he longed to remember properly, to find, and ensure that she was well. So catching a sent that was almost familiar to him was bewildering, and he would follow it like one in a dream. He found her, and the shock of recognition flew through him, at the same time that another found her. This wolf would attack, and Lament leaped forward, shocked at the sudden display of violence aimed at one he loved. “Stop, she is my sister! Chaos granted us sanctuary!” It was not quite the truth, and there may well be a reckoning for that later, but Chaos had known that they searched for their sibling. “If you must spill blood, spill mine!” he said, coming to a stop close to the fighters, knowing he would give his life to defend his sister, and hoping that it would not be necessary. To find her, only for one of them to be taken from this world? Cruel. |
