Alone I Break
06-22-2017, 10:54 PM
Well this sucked. The heat didn't seem to be getting any better and the water sources seemed to be getting lower and lower and he wasn't keen on the idea of fighting over it either. Both predators and prey were flocking to areas that hadn't dried up. On one hand it made hunting a little easier but on the other hand it seemed like every other animal was getting testy and defensive. It needed to rain ... and soon. He knew Dragon was trying to figure out what pack to raid and what resources for and already Kharnage had a few ideas in mind. He'd noticed that the plains had wilted and turned brown of the course of the winter and, while he didn't know much about herbs, he imagined the mages of the pack's herb stores were suffering. That was always an idea - though raiding another pack for water wasn't a bad one either. The fact that it was only a temporary fix to their problem was the only issue. Until the raiding party finally left Kharnage was doing whatever he could to keep cool. His fluffy coat hadn't shed much over the course of the dry season so he felt like he was baking. The crumbling castle at least provided some relief from the sun and at the same time offered entertainment. Whatever wasn't crumbling was rather interesting to look at between the dusty rooms with inexplicable objects and old furniture. Today found him in a strange room with stones missing from the walls. Daylight filtered in through cracks, crevices, and gaping holes. A strange object sat at the far end of the massive room (a throne) and various other objects decorated the room. Ever since moving here Kharnage hadn't been able to make heads or tails of them and so far he still wasn't having any more luck than he had when he'd first discovered the room. Everything he was just as unnatural as the walls surrounding him. Walk, "Talk" Think |
06-23-2017, 01:20 AM
The heat, it was throwing Faine off. Normally during the summer season, Faine was entering her heat cycle and this definitely felt like it was summer, but alas it was winter instead. She wasn’t sure if she was taking a liking to the backward seasons, but then again she had never bothered to venture anywhere out of Boreas yet. Mainly because she was unsure of the dangers and if she were to venture, she didn’t want to go and do it alone. With all the talk of a raid, she was sure that perhaps enemies were going to be made. Her pelt was naturally dark and therefore the sun was not favoring towards her. It was a dark brown color, russet tones could be seen in the sunlight and therefore her fur soaked up all the heat. She tried her best to find solace in the shaded areas nearby but even sometimes it was still hot. She had to snap a few times at a few creatures to get her share of water, and she was truly being tested. No, this was not fun, and every day she was tempted more and more to go to that other region, Boreas was it? She wanted to experience the true winter. She had just had a good chase after a hare but was unsuccessful, but who said she was an exceptional hunter? No, she was a healer. So she accepted the loss and simply moved towards the castle to find a cool spot and possibly nap for awhile. With the fact that she was a healer on her mind, she still technically wasn’t considered an official mage to Talis and she wondered when she would. She noticed that the herbs were pretty much dried up by now and even if there was some supply for the pack, it would be hard trying to keep them alive and fresh with these conditions. Her head hung low, panting slightly as she walked into a random area of the castle. Obviously defeated from the hunt, she laid down in a dark spot and rested her head on her paws. She was oblivious and didn’t even notice that Kharnage was in the same room until she almost closed her eyes. Suddenly they opened up again, crimson gaze locking onto his form. “Hello, Kharnage,” she greeted. Walk, "Talk" Think |
ᴏʜ, ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ.