Mystery of the Cross

N/A · 02-02-2014, 08:39 PM

The Black Clan was coming together. The rumors were true. His family was alive and well and clearly thriving from what Twig had told him. There were still several other Black siblings that were yet to appear, but the mammoth trusted that they were around these parts somewhere. If he had stumbled across Twig and Ashley, there was a very good chance that he could find the rest of the Black Clan. His search for them was a daily thing. Sometimes he went out by himself, like today, other days Twig and Angel would accompany him, or other times it would just be Twig. Until the entire Clan was reunited, the behemoth would not stop his searching. He was determined to have the family that he had been denied as a boy.

His search had brought him to a particularly dangerous part of the land, one riddled with sharp rocks and inclines, a place that probably wasn't one that very visited often. He probably wouldn't have come here to look for his siblings, since it didn't really look like a place that a wolf would like to hang out in, but a haunting voice had drawn the Black giant to the dangerous place. It was a voice he felt like he should know, yet the pitch and tone was unfamiliar to him. And yet Pulsus found himself climbing the rocks, avoiding tricky spots as he moved his way towards the top of the cliffs, elongated tail dancing this way and that to help him with his balance. Talons would scrape against the rocks, mismatched gaze spotting a flash of ivory and ebony up above. Scrambling towards it, Pulsus would come up over a boulder, his gaze falling across the figure of a young man, his base coat a pure ivory outline with swathes of charcoal. His eyes were a similar shade of azure as the behemoth's though much more pronounced than his own. And there it was; the all too familiar cross. Brother? He would call out in his low baritones, making sure that his own cross was on display for the boy to see.

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