Lonely Island
Virgil
thinking "speech" "others" It appeared he wasn't alone in spending these impossibly long nights on the hunt, drawn to the strangeness of the latest creations of an unknowable force. "As have I. It's a strange occurrence, though I'll admit we've had some strange things happen in the lands before." she replied, reminding him of the few instances that he had briefly witnessed while he'd passed back through his native lands while he and his sire tracked his errant mother. He nodded in wordless agreement, letting the lull in their conversation stretch for a few beats. Then, she was offering up her own introductions. "Ghost...Abraxas..." she uttered, instantly stealing his full attention. Russet auds shoved forward as the phoenix regarded her anew, calculating gaze drinking in her ivory features. That must be why he thought he'd recognized her initially. They were related- likely crossing paths at some point in their shared history. Dark nostrils flared to drink in the scent she wore mingled with her own perfumes, and noticed the distinct scent of the first pack he'd visited upon his return. That had been Abraxas wolves he'd smelled around the borders. Why hadn't they answered his call? Before he could bombard her with questions of her parentage, their conversation returned to the matter at hand. The bizarre nights of the progressing winter. "I don't know for sure, but I like to think The Fallen God may have something to do with it. That's what I believe, anyway. How else do you explain it?" Ghost offered up her own thoughts, and he found himself nodding in mute agreement once more. It did follow as the best explanation for the strange changes that had come over the continents. "I would certainly like to believe that He has orchestrated at least some of this, as I can't imagine this was a purely natural development. Only some kind of vengeful deity could craft something that extends beyond the heavens- have you noticed the odd behaviour of the animals that have been affected by the moonlight?" he questioned with a tip of his skull, brows pinched ever so slightly to match the curious glint in his bright eyes. |
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