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Basilisk

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Samhain 2022
11-05-2023, 06:26 PM (This post was last modified: 11-05-2023, 06:27 PM by Basilisk. Edited 1 time in total.)

Spider had been spending more and more time outside of the Armada borders. Something was taking the young wolf out in this general direction, but he lost his kids scent somewhere around the Soulless Forest. He turned the territory into a grid, and did what he could to pick the trail up once more.

As he spread his net a little wider, he moved closer to old Armada territories. He had spent more of his life now in the Col than he had here, but this place still held its memories. Here, his parents had been together, whole. His siblings had been here. Now he and Levi were all that was left, and the two brothers had never been very close.

He set his path perhaps a little closer to the Plains than he needed to, but all thoughts of Spider fled his mind as he caught a scent he had never expected to find again. A harsh breath pulled into his lungs, and anger clouded his vision. Is this where his Sire had been hiding? He had been certain that Azure was dead. He had searched everywhere for his father. Azure was the most powerful wolf he knew, and he knew that the only thing that would take Azure from them was death.

But he was wrong.

He had a brief, fleeting thought to walk away, to turn his back on the wolf that had clearly turned his back on all of them. Those months of searching, of worrying. Knocking on the doors of packs he had no interest in meeting. Yet here, of all places, would be where he would find the missing wolf.

No, he wouldn’t walk away.

He turned into the plains, and he followed the scent of his Sire. “You!” He snarled, as he walked up to Azure - and, good grief, Azure was so much shorter than him now - and he moved to shove the older wolf with a powerful motion of his paws, aiming for his shoulders. Anger bled into every aspect of him. From his body language, to his expression, to the heat pounding in his ears.


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