Mad World

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 06-17-2014, 02:00 PM by Epiphron.)

Though still with Maverick, Epiphron had grown used to spending time alone. His presence had once excited her, exhilarated her; but now she felt incapable of imagining him solely as hers. He had betrayed her; perhaps she had strayed from him in a way, but she had not run to another man -- her heart had always been his. She could not help but feel hurt still, but wandering seemed to keep her mind too busy to focus much on the past. Instead, she wanted to think of the future... she wanted to reunite with her children, to visit her family, to figure out what kind of life she wanted to live.

Her journey brought her to the north, to the merciless cold of the mountainous terrain. She couldn't help but wonder if the King of the North still ruled here, the tyrant that had brought so much bloodshed and turmoil to the wolves of Valhalla.

It was not hard to find her brother's scent. It was familiar to her; he smelled like home, and home was what she craved so badly. A sigh slipped from parted lips as she found her way across the land, letting the bitter air and snowy terrain embrace her as his scent grew stronger. She swore she heard his voice in the distance... was he really so close? She squinted, looking for his familiar form in the distance. Her ears swiveled as she saw the smallest hint of brown fur against the white snow. Epiphron's pace would suddenly increase as she realized it truly was him. How long had it been? Months? Seasons? She let a bark sound across the flat expanse of land, suddenly realizing she craved his company more than she had expected. It wasn't long before she came to greet him, maintaining a distance between them, eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief. "And so he returns," she noted drly. "I have missed you, Syrinx."

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