Blind Faith

OOC: Pharos is a bit moody so he may get violent.

The south was a harsh land this time of year but for one who believed he was on earth to do the work of the Gods this was just a test. In Pharos's mind it made sense that the south was harsh in the summer and it made more sense to visit the land as the God of the South was in charge of fire, summer and all things hot. The long legged cream colored wolf lowered his nose to the dry ground a moment to sniff at the seemingly dead earth. "The Gods must be punishing the world this summer, I can hope to understand their wills, but that does not mean I must like it." He said for once frustrated with his lot in life.

It wasn't that he was angry at the Gods, no he would never be angry at them. He was angry at all who called for this kind of punishment something so severe as to curse those who do not deserve such harm. "Blood, blood always sets things right with them. I must find blood to shed in hopes of enriching the earth once more." His ears fell back and a harshness came to his golden eyes as he walked on hoping to find someone to judge now more than ever.

With a heavy sigh he moved on looking around for scent, sound or sign of anyone. There was a sent in the air, or rather a stuffiness. For a moment Pharos froze as he looked around, ears up to catch the distant sound of wind. "Gods lead me." He spoke softly as he looked at the wind raging before him starting to cause a dust cloud. Closing his eyes to protect them he moved against the winds in hopes of going through the cloud blindly rather than wait for it to pass over him.