ardent

Sunny Days

Pesto!



Harbringr

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
77
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
235
player

Samhain 2022Double MasterHalloween 2020 - Haunted HouseValentines 2020Trick 2019
01-25-2020, 07:41 PM

"Wars are fought by many and no matter how strong you are fighting off eight opponents is just not possible. Besides, maybe you want your badasses to take care of the weaklings in a rival pack while you take on the alpha? Surely you don't want those lower foreign pack wolves getting in your way then?" Ari tapped on his shoulder and Harbringr took a moment to examine the quill. Ah, yes, good. He nodded and turned his attention back to Pestilence while are wandered over to a deer hide bundle. The monkey unwrapped it and pulled out a small clay pot full of raspberry juice. A sneaky fly attempted to make a get away but with a swift move Ari caught it and swallowed it.

Harbringr realized his mistake too late but there was no going back. He very much believed in the spirit realm though he could see now that it lead to some painful considerations. Why hadn't Archon visited Pesto? He thought for a moment and sighed. "I don't know. Maybe he's just slow." Course, that didn't really explain why it was taking him so long. Even if he showed up tonight what was the hold up. Spiritual disturbances didn't really explain it if he could get through the veil to the others. "I assume this plays into his delusions of being a 'god'. He probably expects you to do something to earn his visit. Like praying to him or something, which is bullshit. Being a spirit doesn't making one a god. We all become spirits when we die. I would've thought death would've brought this realization to him… I'm so sorry, Pesto. I wish I had an answer for you."

Another tap on his shoulder caught his attention and he looked down. While he'd been talking Ari had dipped the pen into the raspberry juice and had drawn a rough map of their location. It wasn't bad but the juice did seem to be attracting more bugs than he'd like. He didn't give the monkey any indication of his thoughts and instead looked back to Pestilence. She was his main concern now. They could discuss various kinds of ink at a later date and after the raspberry juice dried they would try rolling the hide up and seeing if it smeared or stuck strangely.