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*Milo* · (This post was last modified: 09-24-2020, 09:42 AM by Milo.)

Incredible...

It felt as if that had been the only thought that left the lone male's mind for the past hour. The brown-furred male stared with wide eyes fixated on the dilapidated structure that dwarfed him on all sides, its thick gray concrete walls smothered beneath a blanket of vibrant greens from the lush foliage that threatened to swallow it. Large open holes across the facade of the structure where windows had once been were now draped with ivy vines from above, showing its age and all but announcing its abandoned state to the world. Behind him, the waves of the sea lapped peacefully against a soft shore of malleable gold, and the lingering scent of salt clung to the air like a natural incense. He walked slowly around the perimeter of the building, bathed in the silver moonlight from the night sky, his claws clacking against the broken tile patio that surrounded the outside of the former resort building, his teal gaze all the while following every line and angle in the structure as if he were trying to decipher some long forgotten code. He had been roaming around the outside of the structure since late afternoon and well into the night, taking in the sights, the sounds, the feel of this moment of his dreams coming to life!

Milo hadn't been in Boreas for long. Just a couple days before he had been able to track down the first of many remaining relics of the Forgotten Species he had heard so many stories about. When those vagabonds from the Northern realms had told him tales of Ardent's rich lands full of treasures of the Forgotten Species, he had taken them with a grain of salt. It all sounded far too good to be true, after all. Yet here he was, staring face-to-face with what he had only ever imagined. His jaw hung slack, mouth frozen in a silent gape of bewilderment. To finally see such a magnificent display of architecture... It was almost too overwhelming for the young wolf!

Finally regaining enough composure to close his mouth before he ended up swallowing a bug, Milo shifted his body to adjust the old weathered messenger bag hung across his chest and took a few trepidatious steps towards the ruins. Despite what those travelers had told him, he had managed to find his way into Boreas without coming across another soul, a fact he wasn't quite sure was a blessing or a curse yet. Solitary travel had become his modus operandi for so long that he scarcely noticed the quiet that had become his companion as of late. If anything, it just permitted him more time to focus on his research, and that was always a positive in his book.

Walking through the archways that had once been windows felt like entering a dream. Milo stepped carefully over shards of splintered glass that glistened like small diamonds in the moonlight, ignoring the gentle crunch underneath his paws as he went. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, pupils dilating to take in more of his surroundings, from the derelict interior to the moss-covered furniture and cracked tile floors where weeds had begun to sprout. The air, still pungent with sea salt, also held a trace of mildew inside. He scrunched his nose at the smell, but pushed onward. The corridors were dark with the night, shadows clinging to the walls like an abysmal wallpaper. In spite of all his amazement, a real thrill of fear ran through him. Everything was so dark, so still, so quiet... Milo suddenly became acutely aware that he had no idea if anyone or anything else was living here. Pausing to take a couple of steps back, he chewed on his lower lip while he debated the best course of action.

Perhaps it's best I leave this for the morning... he considered and turned, moving back towards the entryway. As astounding as this was, he was quite fond of living and didn't feel like pressing his luck just yet in the eerie dark debris of whatever this place once was. Giving one last look into the darkness, Milo stepped back outside to the patio—and found himself facing another wolf only a few paces away from him. His paws skittered on the floor as he scrabbled to stop, thankfully managing to keep from uttering any sounds of surprise as he stared wide-eyed and startled at the newcomer that had somehow managed to sneak up on him.

"Whoa, hello!" he said, his inflection telling of his stunned state. "Um... Am I trespassing?"

WC: 1229 / 1500

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