Post by katluver458 on Mar 6, 2016 0:36:29 GMT -5
chapter 2/3 out of my lots travelings
safe to assume they're pretty well at a halfway point somewhere to rest? maybe they caught a stray scent and are following that to help lead the way or. something pfff
and again, if anybody has anyone they'd like to throw in or whatever else, feel free~~ otherwise this'll just be yet another something to read. this is actually kind of weird for me tbh, but i felt this is the only way for it to make sense loolol
An unexpected sort of peace lay over them, a hushed silence as the one thing that kept them together also drove them along. Rocky, but stable enough to see them through.
Get back to their prides. Back to their families.
They'd lost a few along the way already, barely even two days into their travel. Phyre, Sieben, Reggie and Antebellum, strangers to them all, so their presence wasn't necessarily noticed or lost either when they snuck away of their own accord. Not dead, no, so what was the disappearance of a few in a crowd like this? And just as quickly as they vanished, yet more still appeared to take their place.
An unconscious Meccale, Sickle's son, was found left alone for dead -- She could only imagine he was injured while they were fleeing, to little too late when the disaster hit, and no one was around to hear his cries or come to his aid. Thank the gods, with a few of their numbers being skilled healers, the boy was on his way to a slow, but steady recovery, and now returned to his mother and pridemates warm embrace. Injured, but safe and sound to go on and reunite with his brothers and sisters as well.
More Mecca's even after that, a massive male that named himself Nosfera, Diabetic's brother and Sickle's Uncle, and Mika, her half-sister through Diabetic via an unsurprising fling with another male sometime between her father Ravyn and Dia's most recent partner Perditus. She was glad to have them both nonetheless, and they offered their assistance if it meant survival, and she carefully warned them that nothing was guaranteed.
"Daemon," Riley called, padding her way up to the black male with a young Odysseus snuggled securely between his thick shoulder ruff for warmth. He'd already lost his niece Memoria and her daughter Catacomb, he refused to lose yet another one. He had to make sure Odysseus got back to Osic and Circa safe and sound.... "We should rest for the night. We've already come so far, and --" She began, Luca sitting back behind her, downcast and struggling to keep her spirits up. Where was her father...? And her sister, Coda?
The tusked male fixed her with a hard gaze, voice kept to a low rumble for the sake of the sleeping lad on his back, but there was no mistaking the snort in his voice. "We can't. You're right, we have come too far, and we've only got a further way to go still." He started, but Sickle was quick to intervene, setting Lyme down gently at her paws, curling herself around him to shield from the wind and prying eyes alike. "No, Dae. We can't keep on much longer like this. You know that." She chided gently. "Think about Paris. Meccale. If they're going to make it, we need to stop."
"But --"
She shook her head, giving a quiet hiss. "Think! I know you're willing to do whatever it takes to get us all back, but I am not. You're letting it get the best of you again. Now stop it." Sick warned, and she saw him visibly slump.
"...I know." She repeated, much gentler this time. "I miss all of them too. But I don't think they're getting anywhere any faster than we are. And how could we face everyone if we started losing lives now?" He was always so thick-headed, just like a male, but she couldn't fault him too much. And she could tell it's mostly exhaustion talking for him, judging by the thick bags under his eyes, and probably her's as well.
And yet one more stranger still approached, dipping his head respectfully. Huron Purus, a lone Shadowed-Demon they picked up along the way. He too was looking for the last of his family, a sister named Heartache that lived in Sanguis under T.O.'s rule. Zalui's father. Dae wasn't too familiar, but he did know enough of their abilities that if indeed they were all traveling together, then perhaps Huron would be able to sense something and could tell them if they were even on the right path or not. Sadly, he didn't know enough to realize that it wasn't the case. Their abilities didn't work that way, so their Plan B was to find some scent trail. Anything, really! "I'm sorry I can' t be of more assistance." He rumbled.
Shaking his head, Daemon turned his muzzle to chuff gently at his nephew's mane, hoping to rouse him to he could set him down to get more comfortable to sleep. "It's no one's fault. We're doing the best we can. We're grasping at straws here." Because the scent trail they did find was already going cold and stale.
They had no choice. They were running out of options, and running out of time.
And hope could only carry you so far.
Giving a heavy sigh, he flicked his tail, beckoning his pride to gather around him, Emerson laying on one side of him, Arc on the other, curled up tight to block the elements. Sickle moved off to do the same, prepping to bunk down for the long night ahead... "We'll sleep. Get an early start tomorrow and cover more ground. Don't lose heart! It won't be long now." He called to them.
But even he was having a hard time convincing himself as the first dusts of snowflakes began to fall.
safe to assume they're pretty well at a halfway point somewhere to rest? maybe they caught a stray scent and are following that to help lead the way or. something pfff
and again, if anybody has anyone they'd like to throw in or whatever else, feel free~~ otherwise this'll just be yet another something to read. this is actually kind of weird for me tbh, but i felt this is the only way for it to make sense loolol
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Meurtrier, D'ani, Jaaku, Chavlio, Sicarius, Aodha, Gespenster, Amethystinus, La Morte, and countless others still all moved with the swift fluid motion of one being, though there was clearly an obvious split between the tiny few of La Morte, and the much larger Meurt, and a tighter weaving of Chavliodontas and Sicarius, keeping mostly to themselves, Daemon and Sickle attempting to pave the way.An unexpected sort of peace lay over them, a hushed silence as the one thing that kept them together also drove them along. Rocky, but stable enough to see them through.
Get back to their prides. Back to their families.
They'd lost a few along the way already, barely even two days into their travel. Phyre, Sieben, Reggie and Antebellum, strangers to them all, so their presence wasn't necessarily noticed or lost either when they snuck away of their own accord. Not dead, no, so what was the disappearance of a few in a crowd like this? And just as quickly as they vanished, yet more still appeared to take their place.
An unconscious Meccale, Sickle's son, was found left alone for dead -- She could only imagine he was injured while they were fleeing, to little too late when the disaster hit, and no one was around to hear his cries or come to his aid. Thank the gods, with a few of their numbers being skilled healers, the boy was on his way to a slow, but steady recovery, and now returned to his mother and pridemates warm embrace. Injured, but safe and sound to go on and reunite with his brothers and sisters as well.
More Mecca's even after that, a massive male that named himself Nosfera, Diabetic's brother and Sickle's Uncle, and Mika, her half-sister through Diabetic via an unsurprising fling with another male sometime between her father Ravyn and Dia's most recent partner Perditus. She was glad to have them both nonetheless, and they offered their assistance if it meant survival, and she carefully warned them that nothing was guaranteed.
"Daemon," Riley called, padding her way up to the black male with a young Odysseus snuggled securely between his thick shoulder ruff for warmth. He'd already lost his niece Memoria and her daughter Catacomb, he refused to lose yet another one. He had to make sure Odysseus got back to Osic and Circa safe and sound.... "We should rest for the night. We've already come so far, and --" She began, Luca sitting back behind her, downcast and struggling to keep her spirits up. Where was her father...? And her sister, Coda?
The tusked male fixed her with a hard gaze, voice kept to a low rumble for the sake of the sleeping lad on his back, but there was no mistaking the snort in his voice. "We can't. You're right, we have come too far, and we've only got a further way to go still." He started, but Sickle was quick to intervene, setting Lyme down gently at her paws, curling herself around him to shield from the wind and prying eyes alike. "No, Dae. We can't keep on much longer like this. You know that." She chided gently. "Think about Paris. Meccale. If they're going to make it, we need to stop."
"But --"
She shook her head, giving a quiet hiss. "Think! I know you're willing to do whatever it takes to get us all back, but I am not. You're letting it get the best of you again. Now stop it." Sick warned, and she saw him visibly slump.
"...I know." She repeated, much gentler this time. "I miss all of them too. But I don't think they're getting anywhere any faster than we are. And how could we face everyone if we started losing lives now?" He was always so thick-headed, just like a male, but she couldn't fault him too much. And she could tell it's mostly exhaustion talking for him, judging by the thick bags under his eyes, and probably her's as well.
And yet one more stranger still approached, dipping his head respectfully. Huron Purus, a lone Shadowed-Demon they picked up along the way. He too was looking for the last of his family, a sister named Heartache that lived in Sanguis under T.O.'s rule. Zalui's father. Dae wasn't too familiar, but he did know enough of their abilities that if indeed they were all traveling together, then perhaps Huron would be able to sense something and could tell them if they were even on the right path or not. Sadly, he didn't know enough to realize that it wasn't the case. Their abilities didn't work that way, so their Plan B was to find some scent trail. Anything, really! "I'm sorry I can' t be of more assistance." He rumbled.
Shaking his head, Daemon turned his muzzle to chuff gently at his nephew's mane, hoping to rouse him to he could set him down to get more comfortable to sleep. "It's no one's fault. We're doing the best we can. We're grasping at straws here." Because the scent trail they did find was already going cold and stale.
They had no choice. They were running out of options, and running out of time.
And hope could only carry you so far.
Giving a heavy sigh, he flicked his tail, beckoning his pride to gather around him, Emerson laying on one side of him, Arc on the other, curled up tight to block the elements. Sickle moved off to do the same, prepping to bunk down for the long night ahead... "We'll sleep. Get an early start tomorrow and cover more ground. Don't lose heart! It won't be long now." He called to them.
But even he was having a hard time convincing himself as the first dusts of snowflakes began to fall.
