A new beginning
06-07-2013, 08:27 PM
His fur was dappled in more places than just his rump given the gentle bits of snow that had fallen while he lay still. A thin few inches of ice covered in snow laced every inch of Seracia, turning it into - quite literally - a winter wonderland. A smile crossed his features. Last winter he had been in the delta, but snow had not gotten very thick there and most of it had been weak and fragile. This snow was thicker, hardier, and he was sure more and more of it would accumulate as the Winter barreled on. The boy had been lying down in the open, allowing the snowflakes to blanket his back, head, and tail, but now he felt as if he was being entirely too lazy. He knew that despite his melancholy attitude as of late he needed to get something done. A border patrol would be the easiest task, as all he really had to do was walk around and mark the invisible line between Seracia and the land of the vagabonds. Of course, this occasionally led to the meeting of a prospective member, but those occasions were few and far between. Most wolves came in across the croplands, and so he would head in that direction, deciding to start there rather than work his way to that location. It was easier to dart across the center of the land and make his way. Bodice moved robotically over the broken down bits of snow-capped fencing that separated the pasture from the rest of Seracia. However, when he landed with a thud on the other side he noted a scent that was familiar and strange all at the same time. More importantly, it was inside Seracia. He halted, drawing up his head in an angle to better receive the aroma drifting his way via the wind. It was distinctly Valhallan, but that was not a surprise in itself - as Valhalla had presented itself before and was welcome within the kingdom. The surprising part was that it smelled very much like Epiphron, but that couldn't very well be, could it? It can't be. He stiffened and loped toward the source of the perfume, intrigued by its substance and its carrier. It smelled like her - so much so that he was determined to believe that it was her - and yet, it was different at the same time. Enraptured, the boy moved forth, not bothering to shake off the snow that loosely blanketed his back and head. Tail stiffened behind him and flagged out proudly as he raised his head and came onto the scene. "Epiphron." The word was like a whisper, but in the quiet of winter it was loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby. He held his distance at a respectable four feet away, face stoic and unreadable despite the uncertainty that boiled beneath the surface. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." Well, that was obvious wasn't it? Not a smirk or simper lingered on his lips, for he was sure that this meeting had not been planned and would probably be awkward and horribly painful. "speeeeech" |
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