Whispers In The Dark
02-10-2014, 08:35 AM
The storm that had raged over the land, followed by a dark cloud of ash had caused mass chaos and confusion for the locals and the traveling siblings. When he took shelter in small cave from the ash, he had lost both his brother and his sister. He prayed that they were alright, but he did not know if they had even made it through the storm. When the ash thinned, and the sunlight began filtering through the clouds of gray he emerged from his cave, and found himself in a part of the land he had yet to explore, heading away from the sun, he moved to the west of the land. They hadn't looked here yet, for their father, and he could only assume that if his sister and brother were alive, they'd continue their search for the man whom they had been looking for.
Light brown hues encased the man's fur, and though he walked with a hint of sullenness, and hesitance, it would seem that he would also move with purpose. If he had lost his siblings forever, he would find their father. He would continue with what he had to do. There was no other option. The plain that he found himself on now was beautiful, and as he moved across it, he gave a light bark, breaking forward into a run, feeling the warming sun on his back as he raced forward. It felt nice to be able to breath in the air again, nice to be able to feel the sun on his back. He wondered if a pack had ever called this land home? It was surely too beautiful to be ignored. The grass would bend under his paws, still brittle from the winter, though plusher strands were beginning to push through. He came to a slower trot, and then to a walk ending finally with a halt, panting lightly. A small stream was right before him, and he drew close to it, his muzzle searching the air for any scent of danger, or a reason not to drink, before assuming its safety.
His thirst quenched, he lifted his head, turning away from the water he walked back to the shade of a young tree before lowering to his rump, to rest in the warm spring air. Surely there was no reason to rush? With any luck Vriel and Vaziel would beat him to their father, and he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore.