Spirits returning home
11-27-2021, 10:28 PM
So, it would be Sirius, warlord of the armada, and grandfather to his child who spotted him first. Glancing towards the considerably larger wolf Naiche made his way over to him. “Old? How insulting,” the words stated dryly. “I don’t look a day over dead.” Naiche smirked with a hint of amusement in the eye. “I always did like roaming,” another glib statement before adding on more somberly, “I have no idea what's caused this. Nice as it would be to just to see family and friends this isn’t right. Any idea what's causing the strangeness across the landscape, or why I can feel the earth beneath my paws?” He’d even felt his heartbeat, just once but never before had he noticed his heart so much. “My child shouldn’t grow up in a world only made of darkness,” the last part whispered softly before thinking about it and adding on a question, “Any chance this is because of the firefly man?” It was the only thing Naiche had ever met that wasn’t normal until now. The figure had been strange in shape and potentially in its abilities. The home had been too weird and his form abnormal. If anyone could be ‘not of this world’ or do things impossible Naiche would label it on him. "Naiche"
|