echoes of silence

He'd told Kyung that he'd come back for him, and he meant it. He'd promised Nagendra, too, he'd come find him soon to go on an adventure... the obligations were beginning to feel a bit daunting to him. He'd never had much loyalty beyond the Jarvela clan and even then, he'd never been obligated to stay with them. Even still, he knew he would not stay away forever, for not seeing his sisters was quite strange for him. A sigh left his lips as the tusked brute made his way toward the cliffside, the sharp drop to the rocky beach below. He knew why he'd initially made the promise to Kyung - he hadn't wanted to see the poor man plunge to his death. And yet he found himself thinking of the man even now, hoping desperately that he was faring well and that he had overcome some of the demons that had seemingly plagued him so many months prior.

He could feel the afternoon sun upon his back, causing his dark pelt to heat up significantly. Áki was far more suited to the cold of the northern world than here, but he would have to settle so long as he stayed in this land. His jaws parted as his tongue lolled from their grasp, an attempt to cool himself from the hot summer day. His crimson gaze was bright as it scanned the horizon, wary as he drew closer to the cliff's edge, searching for his friend Kyung. Only briefly would he peer down at the sharp drop, praying silently that he would not see a mangled body below... but he didn't dare look long before his gaze shifted upward, turning again to search the horizon for his familiar face. His search seemed quite aimlessly, so after awhile he would lift his tusked muzzle to the sky, letting loose a call for him.