Hauntings of the Unknown

Quote: Paws that throbbed with an ache of one who had walked endless miles for more days then he cared to remember still continued to rise and fall under him as he found his way into the lands of Alacritis. His journey had been a long one and the weight of exhaustion that threatened to envelop him was almost unbearably heavy. It was not the chore of walking that pressed down upon him, nor the bite of hunger that clawed within his stomach. It was the remembrance of his past that skidded in the corners of his mind refusing to let him slip free of its accusations.


He remembered his father, who he had thought he hated but grown to love and care for the wisdom he had brought him. He remembered his mother, who's strength was an unbreakable force that left its wake upon the world around her. Under her guidance he had gained his consideration, his love and his strength. He knew beyond a doubt that he had lost them now, he was of their second litter and they where the oldest wolves he had ever known. Know, the biggest memory to harass him was that of his older sister Crusade and his litter mate Gargoyle. They where his family in this world, the last of the life he had loved and left behind. Crusade, who had ruled Glacium before him with the pride and strength of their mother, the wisdom of their father.


He no longer paid heed to where his paws took him, lost in his memories as he was, remembering the images of his siblings, tasting the familiar scent of them upon his tongue, it was tangible thing almost real as he breathed in the freshness of the cove he tread to. He breathed again, the memory of Gargoyle fulling his sensors, the strength and saltiness of his tang and the erotic undertones of heat that wafted... Wait, what.

Rogue pulled up short in his tracts, a light puff of sand settling against his paws as a perplexed expression crossed his dark features. He realised with a sharp twist of his stomach that it was not his memories that he had felt, it was the true scent that carried to him across the wind. Yes, it was there but it was not as he remembered it it was sweeter almost richly so, like cane sugar, with the under tones of a female wolf in heat. No this was definitely not his brother, but there was no denying the similarities to her scent that marked her as family.


With a sense of excitement, mostly created by the thought of seeing family again after so long, and shadowed ever so slightly with what the scent of a woman in heat did to a male's emotions, it effected him but not nearly as much as it would to one that did not have the same blood as her running in his veins. He pushed aside the rising emotions, pulling himself under control as he followed the scent in the air until he found her. She was a large thing, she could see Gargie in the shape of her muscles, the colour of her coat as well as the height that built her. He breathed out heavily as he stood there, a pain constricting against his chest as he watched her, seeing in her his brother and bleeding from the memory of what he had lost.
?My Lady.. Do you know me??
It was a strange question to ask, but he did not want to alarm her by approaching, she was in heat, she would be weary of any male that came near her, no, he would explain who he was before without startling her.