build me up buttercup
02-04-2014, 08:58 PM
She would begin her journey in the southern lands, making her way first to whatever packs she found there before moving on to the rest. It seemed most logical to work her way back up to Amenti from the furthest point. Perhaps by the time she reached home, the dreadful pack lord would be rid of his throne and she would return to a land ruled by Olympus as she most desired.
Poe flew far overhead as his mistress walked beneath the treetops, out of her senses' reach entirely but she knew he was there. He was always there - watching, waiting. The place was odd. The scents never changed, remaining ever sweet and fruity until one familiar caught her attention. The woman would stop suddenly as the smell of a ghost reached her and wrapped itself around her, taking a moment to find its source and setting off again immediately. As she closed in on the tall boy, the one she thought she lost, a small smile formed on her lips.
Apollo.
and quoth the raven, "nevermore"
