Post by katluver458 on Mar 20, 2016 1:01:18 GMT -5
First - Second - Third
Meurt, Jaaku, D'ani, La Morte, Chavlio, Sicarius, Gesp., ect ...
A tickle of a fresh scent on the breeze the next day.
His pawsteps faltered for a moment, Odysseus laughing and happily bouncing in the massive footprints left behind in the snow. He fit almost perfect in Daemon's pad, the silly little tyke. He thought the white stuff was just great! -- Paris, not so much, walking along with Cyprus. The third of their little coalition-type group, Dakota, somehow, someway vanished, even before they were sent back. But hey, it wasn't his headache to try and sort out. So now the trio's down to two.
And then, it was another print.
That wasn't theirs.
And then another -- And another. That's what finally got Sickle's attention, and she froze as well, her yellow eyes wide in shock. Im...Impossible...! How? What were the odds --? Meccale stopped as well, opening his jaws to taste the air.
And all of a sudden, the ground was trodden all around them. Dozens were here!!
Completely flattened down in some places, in others it was kicked up where maybe some were fidgeting in place nervously. Or to keep warm, one or the other. Crude half-nests in an attempt to rest and recover. But the smell all around them...God it was a relief. So many familiar and welcoming, others...Not so much, but still, either way no matter what there was the possibility that you knew someone that traveled this way in the large mass.
"Look! We're almost there -- They were here!" He called, bending to pick up Odysseus and pass him to Arc for safety, stretching and flexing his wings, breaking away to take off and scout ahead, the rest of them hot on their heels behind him. What's the rush all of a sudden?! A small panic between them, but at Sickle and Riley's reassurance, it was quickly replaced by a thick blanket of hope and relief, joy at the thought of finally being reunited with their loved ones giving them the strength to push on this home stretch.
Dark green eyes scanned forward desperately, ears at full attention to pray and hear something, even over the wind. Where.... W h e r e...?! Further ahead still, you could tell that there was some snow-coverage over the trail thanks to the mountain's relentless weather, but thankfully they'd covered enough ground fast enough to where it didn't go cold completely.
Yet.
Daylight is scarce. And just when his own group was starting to get out of sight in his hurry, his spirits began to sink deeper and deeper...
....
Until.
Was that...?!
Orpheus. Dirge. Torrer.
He choked, tears stinging and nearly freezing in his eyes.
He had no way of knowing for sure if he was even THERE. No physical confirmation, but. Deep in his gut, the blood that ran through them both, he just knew. And that was enough to try.
He blinked, opened his maw and sputtered with a pathetic excuse for a call for a moment before he mustered what little reservoirs he had left and screamed to the skies , a reverberating bellow so deep it sent what few birds chose to live in this harsh climate packing. A call so loud, it rattled his chest. He didn't know much for certain anymore, but he did know that if his beloved family was here, there would be no mistaking his call.
And then, somewhere behind him, Sickle roared as well. Her pride. DeMona and Jaaku, Bryce and Fuhrer, Huron, Guntar, Larua and Tacitum, all of them, lending their voices to their own families, sounding their return, echoing his all the way to the awaiting group's ears.
Meurt, Jaaku, D'ani, La Morte, Chavlio, Sicarius, Gesp., ect ...
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First, it was just a tease.A tickle of a fresh scent on the breeze the next day.
His pawsteps faltered for a moment, Odysseus laughing and happily bouncing in the massive footprints left behind in the snow. He fit almost perfect in Daemon's pad, the silly little tyke. He thought the white stuff was just great! -- Paris, not so much, walking along with Cyprus. The third of their little coalition-type group, Dakota, somehow, someway vanished, even before they were sent back. But hey, it wasn't his headache to try and sort out. So now the trio's down to two.
And then, it was another print.
That wasn't theirs.
And then another -- And another. That's what finally got Sickle's attention, and she froze as well, her yellow eyes wide in shock. Im...Impossible...! How? What were the odds --? Meccale stopped as well, opening his jaws to taste the air.
And all of a sudden, the ground was trodden all around them. Dozens were here!!
Completely flattened down in some places, in others it was kicked up where maybe some were fidgeting in place nervously. Or to keep warm, one or the other. Crude half-nests in an attempt to rest and recover. But the smell all around them...God it was a relief. So many familiar and welcoming, others...Not so much, but still, either way no matter what there was the possibility that you knew someone that traveled this way in the large mass.
"Look! We're almost there -- They were here!" He called, bending to pick up Odysseus and pass him to Arc for safety, stretching and flexing his wings, breaking away to take off and scout ahead, the rest of them hot on their heels behind him. What's the rush all of a sudden?! A small panic between them, but at Sickle and Riley's reassurance, it was quickly replaced by a thick blanket of hope and relief, joy at the thought of finally being reunited with their loved ones giving them the strength to push on this home stretch.
Dark green eyes scanned forward desperately, ears at full attention to pray and hear something, even over the wind. Where.... W h e r e...?! Further ahead still, you could tell that there was some snow-coverage over the trail thanks to the mountain's relentless weather, but thankfully they'd covered enough ground fast enough to where it didn't go cold completely.
Yet.
Daylight is scarce. And just when his own group was starting to get out of sight in his hurry, his spirits began to sink deeper and deeper...
....
Until.
Was that...?!
Orpheus. Dirge. Torrer.
He choked, tears stinging and nearly freezing in his eyes.
He had no way of knowing for sure if he was even THERE. No physical confirmation, but. Deep in his gut, the blood that ran through them both, he just knew. And that was enough to try.
He blinked, opened his maw and sputtered with a pathetic excuse for a call for a moment before he mustered what little reservoirs he had left and screamed to the skies , a reverberating bellow so deep it sent what few birds chose to live in this harsh climate packing. A call so loud, it rattled his chest. He didn't know much for certain anymore, but he did know that if his beloved family was here, there would be no mistaking his call.
And then, somewhere behind him, Sickle roared as well. Her pride. DeMona and Jaaku, Bryce and Fuhrer, Huron, Guntar, Larua and Tacitum, all of them, lending their voices to their own families, sounding their return, echoing his all the way to the awaiting group's ears.
