find your own way

Azure · 02-22-2020, 02:31 PM

Azure focused upon the soft flame, feeling the heat upon his face and occasionally closing his eyes so he could pretend he was back outside with the sun warming him. While the dark itself did not scare the boy, there was something about being utterly alone in a strange place where he was sure he was being stalked. Banshee had told him of ghosts, and if they really did exist this crypt had to be where they lived. He hated his parents briefly in this moment for dropping him here, hated them more for dropping Mortis beside him but also faintly appreciated that the winged boy could find the way when he could not. He shuffled along after his brother, wrestling with his bitterness.

When Mortis spoke, Azure's lips formed a tight line around the torch. Why did he have to be so sensitive all the time? He bit back his instant-response, that if Mortis could fly then he'd be very impressed. Somehow he thought it'd only get him into more trouble. "Why do you need my approval anyways? Brothers fight, it's normal. You should be worried about impressing Dad, not me." It was a workaround answer, one that allowed Azure to dodge the question and flip it back upon his brother.

When the light of the moon broke through and the pups stepped out of the crypt, Azure paused at the threshold. They were no longer navigating a maze, but back in the open world. The wrong direction could lead them away from the Armada, or towards quicksand or mountain or volcano or rushing river. Mother had drilled into them how many dangers existed outside their territory, and Azure was aware of them all as he looked out over the distance.

Ahead of them was an open field, where faintly he could see the moon reflecting off metal and man-made buildings. He hummed softly, remembering the lessons he'd been told of the neighbouring packs. "Someone lives there." Azure pointed out to his brother, the fur on his spine beginning to stand on end as he thought of the bad wolves his father spoke of. With no way of knowing if the inhabitants were friend or foe, he turned away from the Buffalo Knolls.

The only direction left to head was to the left, where the trees towered overhead wrapped in thick moss and vine, and below hung a thick foggy mist. Azure changed his mind quite quickly - if ghosts existed, they'd exist there he was sure of it.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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