hate to see you leave, love to watch you walk away
09-07-2020, 02:49 PM
Thalia hadn't spent very long at the festival. Even going had been a stretch for her, but she'd forced herself to be semi-social in an attempt to get her name out there. She wanted her name to be known - not personally, but she wanted to be known as an Abraxas. Someone strong and capable, someone who might be deemed necessary by some wolves. It wasn't something that would happen immediately, she was well aware of that, but she knew she had to get herself out there, to learn, to meet new wolves and to grow because of it. The Abraxas influence would deepen across this continent and beyond, she had already made that her life's purpose.
The festival was no doubt concluded by now, but she wanted to survey the area to see if any wolves remained. Interacting in group settings wasn't easy for her, and she wondered if there were any stragglers who might be inclined to chat. About what? Well... she'd figure that out then, she supposed. Thinking on her feet was also something completely foreign for her, but if that was what she'd have to do, so be it. As she wandered near the edge of the ravine, not quite heading north toward the festival grounds - the best route, at least for her, wasn't directly through the desert but rather around it - she was surprised to catch a hint of Theory's scent. Not that picking her scent out was terribly hard; it was strange, the way she picked it out so easily, like it was something woven deep into her subconscious. She felt her body react to the smell before she even registered it, her heart beating a hair faster, her nostrils flaring as she grabbed hold of it and refused to let it go.
The scent was fresh enough, which meant she must be close. Thalia wasn't sure how long she followed her scent around the edge of the little gulley - but before long she spotted her, down at the bottom of the luscious cut of earth. She headed down in her direction, wondering how long it would take for her to notice her presence. "Surprised you're not home yet," she observed out loud, her form of a greeting, watching her with vague amusement. Something seemed off about the way she was moving, though not in the way that suggested anything was wrong.
The festival was no doubt concluded by now, but she wanted to survey the area to see if any wolves remained. Interacting in group settings wasn't easy for her, and she wondered if there were any stragglers who might be inclined to chat. About what? Well... she'd figure that out then, she supposed. Thinking on her feet was also something completely foreign for her, but if that was what she'd have to do, so be it. As she wandered near the edge of the ravine, not quite heading north toward the festival grounds - the best route, at least for her, wasn't directly through the desert but rather around it - she was surprised to catch a hint of Theory's scent. Not that picking her scent out was terribly hard; it was strange, the way she picked it out so easily, like it was something woven deep into her subconscious. She felt her body react to the smell before she even registered it, her heart beating a hair faster, her nostrils flaring as she grabbed hold of it and refused to let it go.
The scent was fresh enough, which meant she must be close. Thalia wasn't sure how long she followed her scent around the edge of the little gulley - but before long she spotted her, down at the bottom of the luscious cut of earth. She headed down in her direction, wondering how long it would take for her to notice her presence. "Surprised you're not home yet," she observed out loud, her form of a greeting, watching her with vague amusement. Something seemed off about the way she was moving, though not in the way that suggested anything was wrong.
