wish i had a river i could skate away on
thalia
11-07-2019, 08:43 AM
They'd fallen out of God's graces. That was the only possible explanation that made sense for any of this, Thalia Abraxas was certain of i. The volcano's eruption hadn't quite touched them all the way in Auster, but in a direct way, but its indirect effects had been far-reaching and Thalia wondered if there was anywhere in the world that hadn't felt the world tremble, that couldn't see the heavy plumes of ash and smoke that still billowed into the sky. Some days seemed clearer than others, with bits of sunlight struggling to permeate the ash clouds, but some seemed frighteningly desolate and bleak. Spring was here at last, but the weather often still felt bitter-cold and sometimes she found herself wondering if things would ever go back to normal ever again. Normal seemed so far behind her. Her parents were gone - after the incident at the volcano her father had seemed to think there was a family mission that he needed to go on with her mother - and her siblings were nowhere to be found. Dion had been gone for longer than she wanted to admit, and while her relationship with her strange brother Saren had been blossoming, despite all their differences... it seemed he, too, had disappeared. It was hard to shake the feeling that she was completely and utterly adrift, floating like a spec of dust on the wind. Some of Risen remained, but even the wolves she'd grown familiar with seemed few and far between. They were aimless; once their Empire had felt strong and grounded, and now she felt like they were little more than a band of rogues with no purpose or meaning. Their existence suddenly felt meaningless and without purpose and Thalia wondered if God had known that for longer than they had. Was their crumbled Empire a punishment? She'd known she always needed to do better, to be better. Better than her parents, better than the mortals that walked this plane alongside them. She was young, but she had utterly failed. She remembered her last meeting with Theory, remembering being scoffed at for doing so little while Theory was training to rule one of Boreas's oldest packs. Surely the Abraxas weren't being scorned for her personal failures, but their failures as a whole, but the punishment felt oddly personal. Thalia knew she needed to use it as an excuse to grow stronger, to prove her faith until it was unquestionable to everyone who knew her - but how could she do that on her own? She felt she had so much left to learn from those that had left, and she wasn't sure she could do it all on her own. Aimlessly moping around in the Runestones wasn't enough. She'd hoped Pyrrhic would have the answers she couldn't seem to find, but unlike Malleus he seemed to have no vision for their future. God didn't speak to him, or if he did he certainly didn't share it. There was a weird, vast emptiness there and she couldn't help but feel uneasy at not knowing what came next. A journey to Boreas, toward the volcano itself, surely would give her answers.. right? The smoke that spewed from the volcano had settled as the weeks drew on, until eventually Thalia decided a journey there was safe. She was no longer a child, after all, and didn't need permission to come and go as she pleased. She'd long since filled out her gangly form, and now resembled her father much more than her mother; her build was much stockier and heavier now, on the larger end of the spectrum compared to most average wolves. So much had changed since her last visit this way, though this time she was going further north than before. Toward the east was the island that the Firefly Festival had been held on, which now felt like so long ago, when things had been simpler. The closer she got Mount Volkan, the worse things got. This land had once been a vast, green field - she could see it now, despite having never visited, even under all the ash and soot - but it had transformed into something else. The stench in the air was like nothing she'd experienced before, and while it wasn't quite stifling, it was hard to pick much else out from the smell. Any old pack borders here were all but disappeared, quenched by the volcano's permeating smell. But there was one scent, the scent of something fresh, that piqued her interest. In the past it would've brought her a sense of annoyance, but through all the negative emotions that Theory brought out in her, there was a surprising sense of relief. She was alive - honestly Thalia hadn't been sure, knowing she lived out this way. Part of her hadn't even known she'd feared for her death until she confirmed she had succumbed to that fate, and all at once she felt as though some weird weight had been lifted from her shoulders. There was something constant in her life, after all, even if it was this far from home, even if it wasn't quite the constant she wanted. It was something. She wouldn't dare let her relief show. Surely Theory would just let it go to her head, and she didn't need any help in that department. Instead, she let a faint sneer touch her lips as she continued to prowl through the plains in search of her, occasionally letting out a bark and hoping that the other woman might hear her. |
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