Stability
09-20-2013, 02:12 AM
Walk | "Talk" | Think Afternoon sunlight spilled across the wide valley at a sharp angle, setting the green and yellow fields ablaze with fiery colors. It was quite a beautiful sight, or at least would have been to someone more inclined to notice. Rune's frosty blue eyes took it all in with disinterest, his attention focused solely on landmarks and points within the territory that matched those directions given to him by his friend and crush, Alamea. East, amid the valleys. Avoid the sands. He had been doing his best to follow the instructions, sticking clear of the deserts and clinging to the green hills in the hopes that he might be rewarded with finally locating the elusive sanctuary of Valhalla. Eventually he did. It was hard to miss the telltale scent markers and the heavy border where their home began and the unclaimed territories ended, the place on which the running grey wolf had drawn quickly to a stop and took a moment to catch his breath. His black striped tail swung to either side in an agitated movement, ears and eyes alert as he stood tall and peered into the grassy plain with some level of difficulty. How did these wolves live here? It surprised him how high the grasses grew in places, so very much unlike the green forests back in Tortuga. But that thought only fueled the unrest that still coursed through his travel weary limbs; and that was not his real reason for being here. The reluctant rogue cast another furtive glance across the valley before tilting his muzzle upward and giving voice to a loud, quick howl, a single name laced into the summons. Alamea. Rune did not pretend to have many friends - the acquaintances he had once had were mainly for pack purposes alone. It was only the rosy-eyed, little white wolf that had managed to make him want to be around her, to want to share company with her and then some, that called to him time and again. She was an unexpected source of stability for him, and with the pack he had once known crumbled away out from underneath his feet, leaving him stranded and alone and homeless, that little bit of stability seemed like a beacon in the dark. Likely she would be surprised to see him at this hour - he had promised before to arrive early in order to have the day with her - but without a home to return to who was there to miss him? Expression stoic, brow tucked into a frown, tail fidgeting on the ground as he made himself sit, Rune waited. |
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