isle of flightless birds

N/A · 05-15-2014, 05:06 PM

July Kalendae was not used to being alone. He was a family man through and through, but the disaster that had destroyed his home had also stolen his family from him. His searching seemed to never cease -- he could hardly rest without seeing his two siblings. Each night his sleep was fitful and restless, his dreams filled with fire and blood. They were morbid thoughts for a man like July, but he couldn't help but fear the worst, despite hoping desperately for the best. He worried for his cousins too, but his deepest fears were for his siblings. It was difficult to imagine another day without them, let alone a lifetime.

It was sheer hope that kept him going. Over flat plains and high hills he traveled, bracing himself against the rapidly cooling autumn air. He was a summer child, deeply unaccustomed to the cold, and he found himself miserable as he searched for June and August. His paws ached and his head pounded as a headache threatened to debilitate him, but he pressed onward through the night, finding peace in the darkness and the silence.

When he finally caught a hint of her scent, he swore he was dreaming. By this time, the sun had barely begun to appear over the horizon, casting an array of colors across the sky. He had seen June so many times in his dreams, but it never felt quite so real. He would grow alert suddenly, despite his utter exhaustion, his head swinging from side to side as he trailed after the scent. It grew stronger, as though she had just passed through so recently. Could it truly be her? He caught no whiff of August's scent, and felt his heart sink inside his chest at the thought of his potential fate.

After a long while of searching, the sun now directly overhead in the sky, he found her. His senses had led him to her -- she was curled against the base of a tree, taking shelter under its great branches. He found himself frozen for a long moment as he gazed at her, blinking slowly as though he might suddenly wake up and realize she was not here at all. He was quiet as he crept forward, resisting the urge to call out her name, suddenly not wanting to disturb her from her rest. "June," he whispered softly, taking a few steps toward her, his gait steady. Behind him, his tail waved slowly, his eyes growing wide at the realization that she was alive and well. "It's me! Jules!" He had missed her for so long. Slowly he leaned down to her, lapping gently at her face to wake her from her sleep.

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