Appreciated

*Taurig* · 04-07-2014, 05:11 PM

Even though the threat from Glaciem had pretty much died, fate still didn't think that the cobalt titan had been through enough. An unknown and uncalled for illness had struck the giant; hard. Taurig didn't know what kind of illness had struck him so in an effort to keep his family and friends safe, he had migrated away to one of the farther islands to isolate himself. It had been a terrible time being away from family. He hadn't told anyone, not even his darling wife Maija, where he was going or what was going on with him. He felt rather guilty, knowing that everyone was probably worried sick about him, looking for him and probably coming up empty pawed. He had fought with all he had to get through the illness. There had been points where it had almost gotten the better of him, but he wasn't one to be taken down so easily. After weeks of fighting, the once-King was making a full recovery. He was all but healthy now and ready to return to his family.

Powerful limbs would pull the man from the ocean, the water clinging to his pelt desperately as his paws touched down on the shore of his island. Torn audits would rotate this way and that way, milky white eyes reflexively scanning the area though they could no longer see anything but darkness. Marred nostrils would flare, tasting the familiar scents of his pack and home. They were still here and he wanted them to come to him. He had missed his family too much. Dark crown would rear towards the heavens, ebony lips coming together as a summoning call burst from his voice box, booming over the treetops as he called his wife and family to him. After a moment he would drop his muzzle, ears standing to attention, dark plume resting easy between his hocks, waiting to see if anyone would respond to his call.

Talk like this

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