The Choice - Brian

Walking alongside their brother Dracun, Abyss is treading across the ocean-side domain, fading in and out of the crimson glow that showered down from the heavens. The odd events occurring around them hadn’t ceased- there were rumors of earthquakes down in Auster, and an entire beach being swallowed by the tremors. Abyss was intrigued no doubt- but they weren’t impulsive or naive. There was no sense in throwing themselves in immediate danger.

Still, their curiosity was a gnawing, relentless thing- and Dracun seemed just as interested in the ethereal events as they were.

And so, they’d ended up walking along the cliff-side in the east. The air was filled with salty sea spray, mixed with the sweeter fragrance of wildflowers. And the scents of many wolves congregating. There was a group forming in the distance, their voices a whisper on the breeze, but Abyss picked up the words “are you alright” and “I’m eager to help.” Someone in the group must have sustained an injury, and Abyss was naturally curious. Morbidly curious really. The thought of witnessing someone in distress, and using their suffering as a leverage chip in their schemes… it was a delightful thought- one Abyss couldn’t pass up.

Motioning to Dracun, the pair moves toward the congregating wolves. There are seven in total, and as they approach, Abyss is forming an assessment of each one. It's a systematic approach, starting from head to toe, and finishing with their unique characteristics. So far, none of them seemed to be a threat. Abyss decided to stay silent for now, watching from the sidelines, to see if the wolf in the middle of the group needed help. Since everyone was offering it to him.

"Abyssinica"