I Could Be Like The Cool Kids
08-06-2015, 10:37 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Eirik traveled outside of Fiori's borders, and for once it was not because he was chasing Sarai. As much as he wanted to be there for his mother and younger siblings, as much as he wanted to be their doting older brother and spoil them rotten because he wanted always to see them smile, he simply had to get away. His happy family was not nearly as happy as they used to be. While the loss of their pack had taken away the one true sanctuary that he and his family had had throughout their lives, it was the disappearance and prolonged absence of Rune that truly caused the most distress. Eirik could tell now that it had been his father to keep everyone together, to keep everyone safe to the point that they never had to worry and could always smile if they chose to. Without him, everything felt different in the worst way, and with each passing day he missed the stoic, serious man more.
Witnessing his siblings, his mother, coping with their loss and new lives only managed to make the feelings worse, and a break from it all had been necessary. His large black paws carried him away from the scented border at his back and further into territory that he was slowly beginning to realize was somewhat familiar to him. He could not recall how long ago exactly it had been that he had visited the place, though the creature he found here was unforgettable. With a spotted white coat and brilliant blue eyes, the large cat was not the type of creature one just forgot about, nor could he considering she had been the subject of many of his tall tales as a child. Eirik almost smiled as he remembered those days way back when, and wondered briefly how they might go over with his younger siblings now.
As he traveled, only vaguely aware of the common, natural scents that wafted through his nose, one in particular tugged at his senses and stirred an odd sense of recognition within his brain. His brows dropped into a faint but curious frown as he made himself stop and draw in another couple of breaths, attempting to place the smell that stood out. For only a second he warred with what it might be, but that was all it took, and suddenly he was dumbstruck. No, he thought, his frown deepening as his rosy pink eyes began to look around the willowy forest with a new interest, it can't be. He knew that scent, he did, but it was one that he had not scented in quite some time. Months? Years, even? He had all but assumed he would never smell it again, and yet the individual's trail led off through the trees was unmistakable. Was it really him?
Unable to help himself, driven by a disbelieving auto-pilot, the grey wolf tracked the scent that he had identified, following the path that it took through the trees. He practically stumbled along in his haste, more attentive to the scent than he was to what was before him or the placement of his feet. How he arrived at the wolf did not matter so much as long as he did, and as he finally followed the last, strongest bits of the scents to find a spotted figure seated patiently outside of a den Eirik felt his chest constrict and the whole of his body freeze in amazement. This was him. This had to be him. The spots, the features: how could they be anyone else? "Amar?" The sound of his own voice was pitiful - hoarse, almost squeaky, and completely dumbfounded - but not nearly so pitiful as threat of tears that suddenly choked him up.
Eirik traveled outside of Fiori's borders, and for once it was not because he was chasing Sarai. As much as he wanted to be there for his mother and younger siblings, as much as he wanted to be their doting older brother and spoil them rotten because he wanted always to see them smile, he simply had to get away. His happy family was not nearly as happy as they used to be. While the loss of their pack had taken away the one true sanctuary that he and his family had had throughout their lives, it was the disappearance and prolonged absence of Rune that truly caused the most distress. Eirik could tell now that it had been his father to keep everyone together, to keep everyone safe to the point that they never had to worry and could always smile if they chose to. Without him, everything felt different in the worst way, and with each passing day he missed the stoic, serious man more.
Witnessing his siblings, his mother, coping with their loss and new lives only managed to make the feelings worse, and a break from it all had been necessary. His large black paws carried him away from the scented border at his back and further into territory that he was slowly beginning to realize was somewhat familiar to him. He could not recall how long ago exactly it had been that he had visited the place, though the creature he found here was unforgettable. With a spotted white coat and brilliant blue eyes, the large cat was not the type of creature one just forgot about, nor could he considering she had been the subject of many of his tall tales as a child. Eirik almost smiled as he remembered those days way back when, and wondered briefly how they might go over with his younger siblings now.
As he traveled, only vaguely aware of the common, natural scents that wafted through his nose, one in particular tugged at his senses and stirred an odd sense of recognition within his brain. His brows dropped into a faint but curious frown as he made himself stop and draw in another couple of breaths, attempting to place the smell that stood out. For only a second he warred with what it might be, but that was all it took, and suddenly he was dumbstruck. No, he thought, his frown deepening as his rosy pink eyes began to look around the willowy forest with a new interest, it can't be. He knew that scent, he did, but it was one that he had not scented in quite some time. Months? Years, even? He had all but assumed he would never smell it again, and yet the individual's trail led off through the trees was unmistakable. Was it really him?
Unable to help himself, driven by a disbelieving auto-pilot, the grey wolf tracked the scent that he had identified, following the path that it took through the trees. He practically stumbled along in his haste, more attentive to the scent than he was to what was before him or the placement of his feet. How he arrived at the wolf did not matter so much as long as he did, and as he finally followed the last, strongest bits of the scents to find a spotted figure seated patiently outside of a den Eirik felt his chest constrict and the whole of his body freeze in amazement. This was him. This had to be him. The spots, the features: how could they be anyone else? "Amar?" The sound of his own voice was pitiful - hoarse, almost squeaky, and completely dumbfounded - but not nearly so pitiful as threat of tears that suddenly choked him up.
