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01-12-2016, 05:02 PM
Ashamin
This was the farthest the Haruspex had ever been from home since Rakt had hatched. His sarong, looking a little worse for wear, hung about his neck and jingled with the egg shards of his two companions and sported old bloodstains and tears from spars. He had changed a lot since he had last been here. Hadn't it been almost a year ago, with Atlas and Tiamat at his side, when he had first and last traversed these woods? Unsurprisingly, his two companions took great joy in the dark scenery. Despite the fact that the day was still overtaken by the sun, the leaves here blocked out all the light that would often make Lochan squint and sigh with nocturnal exhaustion. His dark mists matched the dark wood perfectly, and meanwhile Rakt walked slowly after them and scattered shards of starlight with every step. It was a pleasure for the painted buck to take a walk with his two companions and at last have time alone with them and away from the Basin's cold. As much as Ashamin loved cold seasons and had been raised to live in their bite, it was nice sometimes to take a walk where snow didn't fall. It was only leaf mold that sprang back between his toes, only the occasional crunch of Orangemoon autumn that caught him off guard. But as he walked, he thought with some sorrow about when he'd last been here. Lochan and Rakt flanked him with affection, their warm and furry bodies a comfort when little else could be. His tail dragged, trailing sparks and reminding him of how much he had gained (and lost) since he'd last seen these woods. There were so many he had met and never seen again, for these lands were large and they seemed to have a habit of swallowing many whole. And what of Ashamin, was he larger now or simply stronger? He looked down at his shadow, vague in the patterns left by the canopy, and wondered. Had it grown over this past year, or was he simply misremembering things? Did time change, or just distort? In his musings, though, Ashamin made the mistake of losing track of his youngest companion. When he looked up from where he'd been watching his still shadow, he heard the distressed call of Lochan, stationed at the base of a tree--the source of concern was Rakt, with his body somehow wrapped up in two low branches and his voice strained with fear. "Boys!" Ashamin called out into the wood as he trotted forward, "trees are for looking and rutting, not climbing!" And with that, the stillness was broken. "" |
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