This crumbling world
04-12-2014, 12:10 AM
He was back. The eldest family member of the Black Clan had returned to Alacritis after his prolonged absence. An illness had stricken the giant and rendered him nearly dead. Fear of contamination had driven him to seek refuge outside of the region that his family was currently residing in in the hopes of keeping the illness contained. He would've never been able to forgive himself if he'd passed whatever he'd contracted his family. So isolation it had been. And it had been one hell of an isolation. He hadn't had any contact with anyone in the weeks he was gone and it was pure agony. Not only was the illness one hell of an opponent to face, but being alone during the ordeal hadn't been very fun either. But Pulsus had pulled through. How he wasn't exactly sure, but he had managed to beat it and was now back to his full health and ready to merge himself back into his family. Surely they would not be very happy with his prolonged absence. He would track the most recent scents, Jinxx and Angel, to an unknown place (at least to him) of Alacritis, icy and amethyst gaze easily finding the identifiable figures of his siblings. They seemed to be consumed in a conversation as he approached so he would keep his distance, watching the two intently, sooty and ivory ears standing to attention as he listened, waiting to see if either of them would realize that he had arrived. Would they be upset with him for having been gone for so long without any kind of explanation? Part of him believed so, but he hoped that once he explained why he'd been gone that they wouldn't be too upset with him afterwards. Talk like this |