ardent

But for whom does the next bell toll?



Lücien

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
193
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
35
player

1K
07-23-2021, 03:26 PM

 His search had taken him all over the western side of the northern lands, near where he'd originally had Ignatius captured from. If the fucker's pack was meant to be around here it was gone now, unsurprisingly. After all, who stuck around for a missing alpha this long? It amused him to think that that poor bastard probably had held out hope that they would, and more so to know that if the now free roaming Ignatius was indeed on his trail like he assumed, then the man had made the same discovery most likely and already visited the now unsettled location. Lücien couldn't be sure if the items he found were remnants of that disbanded pack, but he surely hoped they were.

Having made it to the lower west corner of the north and reached the edge of southern lands, he was preparing to turn back north and continue sweeping that side of the continent thoroughly when he found himself taking a brief detour. Earlier it had been a pretty woman, but this time it was a dark and haunting landscape that mirrored the ruins of his own homeland that gave him pause. The scattered broken remains of rusted human objects scattered the landscape, items of war and killing long retired after their users met their end one way or another, covered the place and glittered in the distance when the sun would strike them. Lücien might have felt homesick like a lost puppy if he were anyone else, but he wasn't Ignatius and he had a mission to tend to. He did, however, find many an interesting nick-knack among the clutter.

Pausing the momentary distraction to lift his nose to the wind, Lücien took in the dusty air thick with the scent of coming rain. Sorting through the jumble of metallic, prey, and old loner scents he eventually caught a whiff of something fresher that made his single ruby eye widen as he took in another breath to confirm. The gathering clouds of an early autumn storm were the perfect backdrop for the moment as a wicked smirk settled on his lips. Moving through the cluttered jumble of unoccupied machinery nearby he took a quick moment to roll on the dusty ground to dull his vibrant coat before he scaled one out of commission metal beast, scaling the hull and settling near the open hatch up top and remaining still as he could while he cast glances out over the unmoving landscape. He checked over himself to make sure he was indeed covered in enough dust and dirt to hide his brilliant fur. It wasn't perfect and he was still definitely red but, not so eye-catching and that worked for now.

Now he simply needed to wait a while and see if his memory wasn't failing him.




"Words"




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