ardent

long, hot summer



Kyarst

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Male
gems
391
size
Large
build
posts
337
player
03-03-2015, 07:12 PM
ooc; reiterating what is in his signature, Kyarst is prone to moderate language, etc. if this bothers you, kindly avoid his threads.

He now felt as if he knew every inch of Imperium lands, particularly since he had taken to patrolling said lands night and day while the warriors were out waging war against Lydovne. In all honestly he hadn't a clue where Lydovne was, but Valentine had hinted that it wasn't far at all. A few howls had been heard some time ago, but whether they belonged to a warrior or simply a passing wolf - he hadn't a clue. It ached him to not be a part of the fray that had marched on the enemy, but he assumed that his newness to the pack had pretty much nailed down his remaining here for the foreseeable future.

He was hot, dreadfully so, but day by day he was getting used to the heat. A child of the north, he would never quite be a fan of hot summer days, but he supposed he was thriving well enough despite the temperature. He had taken to regular water breaks, one of which he intended to take at this precise moment. Emerald gaze drifted over the horizon once more before he broke his gaze and moved almost robotically toward the nearest watering hole. It wasn't much, just a little spit of the drinkable liquid, but it would be enough to sate his thirst in this, the heat of the day.

His maw dipped to the earth then, drawing forth life-sustaining water from the glorified rain cache. He didn't remember the last rain they had had, but it had to have been recent because otherwise the heat would have dried the cache up by now. He drank his fill and allowed the water to spill from his jowls, lapping it up with his salmon colored tongue. His pearly whites flashed in the sunlight as he did this, cleaning his face after his drink. Something stirred nearby and he lifted his head at once, ears pricking in order to pinpoint the location. The sound must have come from just over one of the knolls, and his interest was piqued. "Hello?" he called out, wondering who else might be skulking about in this heat.

"SPEAK"

Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.