the potter and clay
poem x eligos
02-17-2020, 02:59 PM
His travels in the east to meet with each of the other alphas had not proven particularly satisfying so far, but it had brought him here at least. The lushness of the east reminded him in many ways of the lands he'd left behind in Auster, far closer to the sort of environment he'd grown up in than the arid west he'd chosen for it's more defensible qualities. He suspected that he'd miss the earthy-wet smell of jungle before too long, though at least the lands he had chosen were outside of the desert proper, closer to the south, and unlike many places in the west featured both wetland and forest within it's boundaries. Still, there was no getting around the fact that it was not nearly what he'd grown used to in his life.
The east on the other hand was very similar to his homeland, though a bit cooler. A temperate rainforest, it might be considered. It made him wonder what his father and grandfather's homeland was like, the homeland of the Abraxas line. How difficult had it been for his father to adjust to living in the Auster lands? Or his grandfather, who had lived more of his life in the Abraxas homeland than Eli had in his own?
He could see why Thalia seemed to enjoy scouting this area so much.
A thicker, heavy-rich wet-earth scent hit him, the scent of clay freshly stirred up, and curiosity drew Eligos that way like iron filings to a magnet. The vegetation parted before him to reveal a young female wolf working busily at some task that had coated her legs in muck. He moved closer along the bank before leaping up onto a low, thick limb overhanging the water in order to observe her doings. Sitting, he tilted his head to consider what she, and the hide-clad wildcat who seemed to be assisting her, could possibly be doing.
The east on the other hand was very similar to his homeland, though a bit cooler. A temperate rainforest, it might be considered. It made him wonder what his father and grandfather's homeland was like, the homeland of the Abraxas line. How difficult had it been for his father to adjust to living in the Auster lands? Or his grandfather, who had lived more of his life in the Abraxas homeland than Eli had in his own?
He could see why Thalia seemed to enjoy scouting this area so much.
A thicker, heavy-rich wet-earth scent hit him, the scent of clay freshly stirred up, and curiosity drew Eligos that way like iron filings to a magnet. The vegetation parted before him to reveal a young female wolf working busily at some task that had coated her legs in muck. He moved closer along the bank before leaping up onto a low, thick limb overhanging the water in order to observe her doings. Sitting, he tilted his head to consider what she, and the hide-clad wildcat who seemed to be assisting her, could possibly be doing.