The fools path
Daisy
09-23-2019, 03:09 PM
Lament Pyre Creating a band on the eve of a volcanic explosion made for interesting times. Their temporary base in Auster was a small camp, with quickly dug dens and a clean space for their healer to work. Their supplies was lackluster at beast, and he had no news on the Hjarrandi band. Not willing to let that debt sneak up and smack them on the nose, he would start his search for the woman. The part of him that hoped she was dead, as his debt with her, kept quiet in his stern thoughts. He moved across the Bifrost, entering the start of the affected zones the moment he stepped away from Hermit’s cove. He moved through a chilled zone, and shivered in his short fur. He was built for harsh heats, not for the cold this winters volcano had brought them. He stepped off the Bifrost and into the gambit. At first, things where well, but when the ash began to fall, it shrouded his vision and he breathed into his lungs. He stumbled backwards, but his entry into the Briar was already shrouded. He coughed, stumbling into the brambles on more than one occasion, and ignoring the ting of the bites in his coat. He was a fool, putting himself into this maze, and ignoring the warnings of the ash-filled sky. |
