It Was Written In Blood
09-25-2016, 12:42 AM
It was nearly midnight when a dark figure pulled itself from an abandoned den long since left behind by one of the previous packs that had once resided here. The moon's presence loomed overhead illuminating everything with a ghostly glow. Stars sparkled radiantly overhead and yet the creature's crimson gaze wouldn't give them a second glance. She had far more important things to focus on than letting her head get lost in clouds. Nature was the least of her concerns. Eliana had tried so hard to allow her brother to leave like he'd wanted. She'd come to the resolve that she'd stay behind to help care for the pups in her dead sister's wake. She found that she couldn't just simply abandon their family in their time of need, but she understood his reasons for needing to leave. After all the events that had transpired, the horrible deed he'd done, she knew him staying was nearly impossible and nothing she could do would change his mind. That had been a week ago. All it took was a few days for her resolve to crumble into dust. After three days she'd felt stir crazy. Her mind constantly drifted to Elias and by the next day she'd already decided to leave. Without any notion as to where she was going, she took off after his fading scent trail. She couldn't be without him and she highly doubted he could be without her. Who else was going to look after him when his beast unleashed its havoc on the world? No - she couldn't allow him to be alone in the world. She was close to him by now. It's take her three days of starving herself and traveling far past the limits of her body to be able to catch up, but she was getting there. Every day his scent grew just a little bit fresher and each day her hopes of finding him increased. She wasn't sure what lay in her future, but she didn't mind the looming darkness of it. So long as she was around him it didn't matter. His scent led to an ashen place with a mountainous terrain and a volcano resting right in the middle of it all. Her crimson gaze rested on it as she came to a halt at the base and she observed as smoke billowed from the top. Tiny flecks of ash rained down like freshly falling snow and coated her with them giving her an amusing appearance. She hadn't been around the volcano before to know that it typically wasn't like this so she thought it was as natural as a passing rain storm. She turned away from it and then headed towards one of the poisonous streams that traveled though the mountain range. Lia knew better than to drink from them so they were ignored as she followed his scent. It was here that they became mixed up and confused and her nose wrinkled at the scent of another female. Had he come into contact with someone else? Whoever it was they didn't seem to be here now. On the other hand, Elias' scent seemed to be plastered all over the place and she couldn't make heads or tails of which direction she should take. So she paused, letting her rump lower to the ground, as she sat an an intersection of scents. Indecision consumed her as she stared at the invisible trails and ultimately she was lost. Where did she go from here? |
09-25-2016, 01:56 AM
The woman that he'd met had been interesting enough, but there were other thoughts that overwhelmed his mind far greater than a brief encounter with a female. His sister had not been forgotten, not at all, and he often wondered if she truly forgave him for leaving. How could he expect her to? She understood why, she understood the madness that corrupted his fragile mind and that he was sure of. He was a danger to himself, but he had also become a danger to others and Katar's death was evidence of that. Eliana and Katar had never been close, but the death of a such a sweet woman was a tragedy- and knowledge that her brother had been the murderer had to be so hard on her. It was difficult to fathom what she must be going through now without him, without the only voice that could truly speak the words trapped in his sister's brain for her, but he had to leave. He would not let himself become the villain for his nieces and nephews, he would not let himself become a mad king.
He'd traveled around Mount Volkan's borders repeatedly as if some sort of gravitational pull kept him in it's limits, and that pull was the nostalgia of the home they'd grown up in as young pups. The home where him and his sister had taken their very first howl, the home where they'd laid their father to rest. It was in a volcano as active as this one, under a sky as veiled as this one. He could not be around them for their own sake, but that did not mean he wanted to forget them- quite the opposite, he wanted to live on in remembrance of them and to always know the love he had so that hopefully he wouldn't stray too far from it. He would never admit these deepest thoughts to anyone, he would never let them see the pain that secretly lied within the wolf seemingly made of stone, but Lia would always know of it whether he admitted it or not.
As he made his rounds yet again, he thought perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him when he'd picked up the scent of his sister. He didn't even lower his nose to the stone of the plateau to seek it out, he tried to dismiss it while his mind began whirling in it's usual battle. When it didn't fade, but in fact.. grew stronger.. he finally gave in to the possible illusion's temptation and let his long limbs steer in it's direction.
Then, large paw prints disturbing the light layer of ashen dust that covered the terrain signaled that her presence was quite possibly real and his nose lowered, her scent thick. She was close, he could practically feel the warmth left behind on the stone. It was Eliana. His heart raced within his chest as the giant erupted into a run, nails grating across the slate until he'd finally caught sight of her. Her familiar black and tan coloration nearly made a whine bubble from his throat as the feeling of love moved him with a force. "Lia," he called, his words nearly choked though he remained tall and strongly statured, his chin lifted as he looked on to her and slowed his stride.
"You've... come after me? Is everything alright?" Though he was undeniably relieved to see his sister in his presence once again, he couldn't help but show concern for what they'd both now left behind. Did she come seeking help, or did she come seeking him?
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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