A Storm is Brewing
01-22-2014, 02:38 PM
| Alsander |
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Alsander was attending to his duties, patrolling the land side of the Valhallan three territories. Wind buffeted his heavy coat that hardly ever shed out during the warmer months. The rain had begun falling an hour ago, eliciting the sense of wrongness. The sky just beyond the home Island didn?t look right. The wind didn?t sound right. Or feel right. The air tasted heavy with danger. So he had finished his patrol as quickly as possible, and turned down the path leading to the mainland shore, at the place where the water was usually the shallowest. A scent passed over his nose. A tingle ran through his body. He knew that scent. It was slightly altered? Less pack, now? More towards rogue, but still held Taurig?s scent on the edge. His head dropped, nose running over the blades of grass that made up the plains that were a mainland territory of Valhalla. Io. It was definitely Io. He hadn?t seen her since she and her sisters had taken their leave of Valhalla, going home after the siege. That wasn?t to say he hadn?t thought of her constantly, on some side-path of his brain. His pace picked up, nose firmly locking onto her scent trail, until her voice rose, calling for someone. What had led her out in weather like this? Coming up beside her, he greeted her gently. ?Lady Io. What troubles you?? For he could most definitely see the anxiety in her stance, and her eyes. |