open/joining — splinters in my knuckles

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:60%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]An angel had found him ... it must be. It must've been her. He just kept telling himself that, for that's why he could still feel the urge to go onward. Staring up at the sky, his eyes fractured up the black plane, picking out the brightest star. His gaze split it right up, looking between the twinkle and star shine for her smile. Fleur was looking down on him with a rosy grin, with brightness and brilliance in her blue eyes, warmth and comfort in the curl of her blonde fur. His angel. Isidore made sure to smile back at her, never wanting to waste one of her looks, always wanting to see her, just watch over the top of her head, swirling around in the night sky. But he knew eventually he would have to look down to see the world around him, to see the greenery and admire it too, to move on with things before his time was up. His stare only lingered a little bit on his perfect star, but he stumbled over the undergrowth below and had to pull away from his dream.

So, he looked ahead at the land about him. He could feel the ocean near him, the trees becoming sparse along the horizon. The serval rounded past a particular birch tree, cupping a spotted paw beneath a hanging branch. He sniffed it gently, peered at it with thoughtful narrowed eyes, and swiftly snipped off a small portion with his teeth. Birch. He was familiar with it, but he was missing a sketch for it, so he put the sample into his leather satchel with care. Isidore continued on though, towards the edge of the forest. He knew about the group that lived in the observatory ahead, and that's why he was here. But ... oddly enough ... there was nothing. No faint sounds of movement between the brush, a stale scent wrapping about the area. Was anyone even here? "I must really be the last person on Earth." Isidore huffed underneath his breath. He was so sure that a sizable group was dwelling on this land, but there was little to no sign of activity. A heavy brow furrowed above his round eyes, sharp chin wandering about in the air, trying to catch a clue as to where everyone was. He didn't step any closer into the territory though, curious enough to think maybe something bad had happened to make everyone leave the land. However ... all the plant life was in good shape, so sickness was out of the question. Violent predators, however, was still up in the air as to where the Ascendants went. If only he knew about the crowd in the observatory ...