Mithras let out an overly exaggerated sigh. What the hell had just happened? Swimming off shore with Caia was supposed to have been simple, because everyone knew those islands were supposed to be just over the horizon. And they were both strong enough to get there but... Something had gone wrong. There had been a storm and... and then that clump of flotsam. He'd lost Caia, which caused him a distinct discomfort. God what if Mom found out, she'd kill him, and never mind that she'd already be killed. Just as any other young wolf, Mithras would never doubt her power of omnipotence. He tipped his head back and let out a loud, ringing howl for his sister. She couldn't be that far away, right?
If floating on open water for a few days hadn't been bad enough, he'd washed up in a barren wasteland, peppers with deserts and crags and blah, blah, blah. He let out another sigh, which tapered off into a mangled sort of growl (which sounded suspiciously like a temper tantrum.) He glared at the surface of the lake before him. It was summer and he'd just trekked through a bloody desert so he had been thrilled to find it... you know, for a while. He muttered under his breath, "Dobro sestra, Jas sum se napravi so ovaa igra. Kade po ǵavolite si ti?" His glare only intensified, and he sent a quick prayer to the gods he detested, hoping that they might for once protect himself and the only family he had left.
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"Talk" "You" Think
NOTE: Caia, Faria, and his children are allowed in all of Mithras' thread, regardless of their status. If you're threading with him, expect them as well!
