Homesteading is for Suckers

*Mithras* · 08-14-2015, 04:06 PM

Mithras walked with his head turned skyward. The canopy above him was seriously impressive, arching overhead like a cathedral ceiling, hoisted aloft by trees wider than he was long. The forest floor was largely barren of undergrowth apart from a few resilient species of fern, and had a rich earthy smell. He inhaled deeply. There was something wilder about the southern continent, something more vibrant and untamed. The northern lands had been run to death with all the wolves crammed about, but down here it seemed as is you could walk for days and never meet anyone! Of course, that was hardly his plan.

He'd left the Diamáchi on good terms, and he fully intended to find them again. It seemed like a good life they were living, and while he couldn't possibly leave Caia and Faria, he'd hope maybe the three of them would be able to get along with his new vagabond friends. The girls had to be around here somewhere... But he was mostly looking for Lyre, Irie, Wraith, someone who could lend him a hand. For all the ruckus they usually made they could be pretty friggen hard to find. He sighed and sat down in a huff. He had picked up a few trails of scent over the past few days, but they were all too stale to do much with. Where the hell had they wandered off to?

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