Post by Astriferuus on Jun 5, 2016 0:06:03 GMT -4
The night was nigh. But one couldn't really tell when the dark storm clouds overwhelmed the skies as they did. The late evening light was simply choked out of existence. Massive clouds brewed and billowed overhead, thunder tumbling within their gloom. It was enough to spook Khalbir, anxiety manifesting into the form of nervous glances and a prickled pelt. There was something foreboding about all of this.
Khalbir was an older wolf, but by no means religious; they didn't deserve his worship. At this moment in time though, he was reconsidering. The scent of ash, bone, and rain laid thick in the air like a fresh carcass. From where he stood on the crags, he could still smell the abandoned camp. Humans had a salty stench that did not go easily, just as humans themselves. Their bodies laden in his brothers and sisters had disturbed the peace in the Eastern forests, terrorizing the life that once slumbered without care. The old wolf frowned. He missed those days.
Looking over the human encampment was interesting to say the least, but something eerie had settled over the coast itself. The thunder was not helping at all. Looking away from the camp, he turned to look down the precipice he now toed at. The drop was sharp, and the black waters licked at the deep gray stone teeth below. It looked like a monster that would swallow him whole.
Maybe that was what he wanted.
His brows furrowed, snout wrinkling as he looked harder into the depths of the tumultuous waters, searching for their faces. His wife and child was all he yearned to see again. Khalbir was never handsome or smart, and definitely nothing to consider when looking upon him, but the lady that came into his life some years ago saw past all that and made him feel more than the ghost that felt like he was. When their daughter came into the picture, the old male felt like the most important thing in the world protecting the most precious child in Aktesh. He felt whole.
Fires had ripped them away.
The gray-brown male grit his teeth; the wound was still tender even if it wasn't visible. A couple pebbles scattered from around his paws, the crags groaning under his weight as he pondered over what to do. He had come to look for them, maybe join them. It made sense in his head, that they'd come to reside in the ocean now, far away from any fire. But as he looked, he found no faces in the water.
His frown deepens, and the rain begins to fall now. Heavy droplets pelted against his coat, but Khalbir didn't feel them. Shaking his head, he begun to turn away. She wouldn't want him to join them anyways. Noura would want him to keep going, wherever that may be. Raising his head, the wind greeted him full force, pushing back his thick, ragged fur as he tried to climb over a fallen tree. At that very moment though, the ground rumbled and shook. Khalbir froze.
CRRAACK.
These crags were ancient, worn from time and use. Perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising when they suddenly gave way beneath his paws. There was a horrible moan they stones made when tearing away from the rest of the cliffs, one that Khalbir contributed to as he went tumbling downward toward the deep, black waters below. The wind was so loud in his ears, he could hardly hear himself howl out. Hitting the water felt like being slammed against ground before he was swallowed up into the darkness.
Thread to be continued at Agrigo Coast in Better Left Unsaid : Part II
Khalbir was an older wolf, but by no means religious; they didn't deserve his worship. At this moment in time though, he was reconsidering. The scent of ash, bone, and rain laid thick in the air like a fresh carcass. From where he stood on the crags, he could still smell the abandoned camp. Humans had a salty stench that did not go easily, just as humans themselves. Their bodies laden in his brothers and sisters had disturbed the peace in the Eastern forests, terrorizing the life that once slumbered without care. The old wolf frowned. He missed those days.
Looking over the human encampment was interesting to say the least, but something eerie had settled over the coast itself. The thunder was not helping at all. Looking away from the camp, he turned to look down the precipice he now toed at. The drop was sharp, and the black waters licked at the deep gray stone teeth below. It looked like a monster that would swallow him whole.
Maybe that was what he wanted.
His brows furrowed, snout wrinkling as he looked harder into the depths of the tumultuous waters, searching for their faces. His wife and child was all he yearned to see again. Khalbir was never handsome or smart, and definitely nothing to consider when looking upon him, but the lady that came into his life some years ago saw past all that and made him feel more than the ghost that felt like he was. When their daughter came into the picture, the old male felt like the most important thing in the world protecting the most precious child in Aktesh. He felt whole.
Fires had ripped them away.
The gray-brown male grit his teeth; the wound was still tender even if it wasn't visible. A couple pebbles scattered from around his paws, the crags groaning under his weight as he pondered over what to do. He had come to look for them, maybe join them. It made sense in his head, that they'd come to reside in the ocean now, far away from any fire. But as he looked, he found no faces in the water.
His frown deepens, and the rain begins to fall now. Heavy droplets pelted against his coat, but Khalbir didn't feel them. Shaking his head, he begun to turn away. She wouldn't want him to join them anyways. Noura would want him to keep going, wherever that may be. Raising his head, the wind greeted him full force, pushing back his thick, ragged fur as he tried to climb over a fallen tree. At that very moment though, the ground rumbled and shook. Khalbir froze.
CRRAACK.
These crags were ancient, worn from time and use. Perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising when they suddenly gave way beneath his paws. There was a horrible moan they stones made when tearing away from the rest of the cliffs, one that Khalbir contributed to as he went tumbling downward toward the deep, black waters below. The wind was so loud in his ears, he could hardly hear himself howl out. Hitting the water felt like being slammed against ground before he was swallowed up into the darkness.
Thread to be continued at Agrigo Coast in Better Left Unsaid : Part II