07-13-2020, 05:04 PM
(Edited 07-13-2020, 05:07 PM by BLOODHOUND..)
Drifting. It's all they felt like they did these days, between homes and across town, through the woods, pacing along the borders. For what? What were they hoping for? Expecting?
What was it that they feared? Losing more Tanglers? Losing themself? The arctic wolf did not travel far without one of their crow companions, flying above them. Circling, keeping an eye out. It's caw was easily heard, just as they notice two figures emerge from he swamp. They walk on over, eyes centered on the pair, a jaguar and a wolflike creature. Delilah approaching them. She did not seem to be alarmed, and they trusted her judgement.
Bloodhound approaches just in time to hear their names, and that they have returned home after being away. The name of the male is what draws them; Fenris.
The God-Wolf of their beliefs, the one that come Ragnarök, would kill Odin, and be killed himself, ushering in a new era. The God-Wolf that even all of Valhalla's warriors could not stop. Was it symbolic? A sign, from the Allfather?
The show of affection between the two warms their heart. With word of marriage in the Typhoon, Tanglewood had felt... lacking, in terms of love. After the loss of Moth, after the loss of their [abbr=companions]felagí[/abbr], they wondered if perhaps romance here had died.
"[abbr=Hello!]Heill![/abbr] I am Bloodhound. Many good returns, Fenris, and Amunet." They said, their voice kind. Their crow companion lands upon their shoulder, as they sit next to Delilah.
"We have recovered well, from the tremors. We lost two, that I know of; Moth, and another, that I was unable to save." They pause, ears lowering a bit in the collie's memory. "Our numbers have suffered, in the space between then and now, but we are finding more at our border every day, seeking a home among our [abbr=fellow]felagí[/abbr] people."
There was no use pretending otherwise, if they really were seeking to return.
What was it that they feared? Losing more Tanglers? Losing themself? The arctic wolf did not travel far without one of their crow companions, flying above them. Circling, keeping an eye out. It's caw was easily heard, just as they notice two figures emerge from he swamp. They walk on over, eyes centered on the pair, a jaguar and a wolflike creature. Delilah approaching them. She did not seem to be alarmed, and they trusted her judgement.
Bloodhound approaches just in time to hear their names, and that they have returned home after being away. The name of the male is what draws them; Fenris.
The God-Wolf of their beliefs, the one that come Ragnarök, would kill Odin, and be killed himself, ushering in a new era. The God-Wolf that even all of Valhalla's warriors could not stop. Was it symbolic? A sign, from the Allfather?
The show of affection between the two warms their heart. With word of marriage in the Typhoon, Tanglewood had felt... lacking, in terms of love. After the loss of Moth, after the loss of their [abbr=companions]felagí[/abbr], they wondered if perhaps romance here had died.
"[abbr=Hello!]Heill![/abbr] I am Bloodhound. Many good returns, Fenris, and Amunet." They said, their voice kind. Their crow companion lands upon their shoulder, as they sit next to Delilah.
"We have recovered well, from the tremors. We lost two, that I know of; Moth, and another, that I was unable to save." They pause, ears lowering a bit in the collie's memory. "Our numbers have suffered, in the space between then and now, but we are finding more at our border every day, seeking a home among our [abbr=fellow]felagí[/abbr] people."
There was no use pretending otherwise, if they really were seeking to return.
THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.