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remember us at our best - Bastet - Feb 21, 2018 For @Lachesis ! I'm seriously so excited for this thread :D [dohtml] The air around here was thicker, and the fog that covered the lands made it nearly impossible to see a few feet or more in front of her. She moved with caution, promising Kajika and Moonshadow that she wouldn't be away for too long and doubted that they would approve of her injuring herself after a brief visit away from the pack. The urge to venture out past their borders had made her itchy for adventure, it was a feeling she'd been quelling for days now, afraid of the unknown kept her from breaking her promise but she was assured that a short visit beyond the border wouldn't hurt. She had every intention of returning back to Fallen Tree Cove; loyalty trumped her desire for freedom. The sound of movement made her pause, the fur along her back prickling on end while she waited for what would approach through the thick fog but nothing came and she was certain that the sound had come from fleeing prey. She continued on, her head low and leveled with the ground as she sniffed at the scent that filled her nose--Dragonveil Fold was beautiful. She could hear the water trickling, its movement slow and deliberate and knew that within a few weeks its raging rapids would be a sweet calling for every thirsty creature within a mile, today it was cold and uninviting, muggy and musty but the ground felt soft between her toes and she knew she preferred this over the mountain of her home. Another sound shifted her attention and she watched the fog, expecting something or someone to show face--surely she couldn't be here all alone. RE: remember us at our best - Lachesis - Feb 22, 2018 is it okay if this is set before this thread? <3 <3 <3 [dohtml] He’d gone further then he intended to. The ghost blamed the unexpected fog, as there was no real reason for him to wander so far south. He’d already visited his friends in the shallows and he was planning on sending Jynx to the Bend to alert Kisla’s former pack of the move; he did not need to make the journey. But the fog had caused him to get turned around, making it impossible for the Arctic to determine distance as the thick, hazy clouds billowed around him. It was oddly peaceful, as was the solitude that came with it, but it left the male feeling a little uncertain. He would need to turn back soon, before he was missed. The fold reminded him of Driftwood; a perfect mountain hideaway. There was something familiar about the place but it was difficult to tell with the haze that surrounded him. If he went further south he’d stumble upon his first home in the lands of Lore; Pitch Pine Trail. Perhaps one day, when he did not care about how long he was absent for, Lachesis would revisit his former haunts. But, for now, he had responsibilities to tend to. Wolves to take care of. Which was why he had spun on his heels and begun his retreat back to Driftwood. Until a familiar scent cut through the mist, causing the fur on the back of his neck to lift. Surely it was just a figment of his imagination; a ghost. It wasn’t possible… It had been a long time since he had caught scent of this particular individual. But the memories associated with the scent were filled with broken promises. Promises to stay; to fix things. But nothing got fixed. The scent disappeared along with the face once more, leaving Lachesis with a bitter taste in his mouth. He had gotten used to being disappointed and had not expected things to change. It had become difficult to earn the ghost’s trust over the years, and not just by strangers—but those close to him too. He gave his head a quick shake, dismissing the scent. No. He refused to believe that the ebony ghost had returned, Continuing forward the healer’s pace quickened, his chartreuse gaze sweeping his misty surroundings to ensure he remained alone… RE: remember us at our best - Bastet - Feb 22, 2018 <33333! No problem :D [dohtml] A familiar scent entered her nose and she felt a rapid thud in her chest, her stomach churned with disbelief as she struggled to see beyond the thickening fog. She had never forgotten him, memories of his touch were nostalgic and easily placed a smile on her dark mug, but that was years ago and last she remembered he was leading Heartwood River which was far away from this mountain; a comfortable distance. The scent grew nearer, much stronger with minutes passed and it became harder to dismiss his scent as nothing more than mind tricks, she had begun to believe that he had found her and nervousness made her question why. She moved, wanting to trust her instincts, and when the outline of a figure caught her eyes she released a gasp that was nearly a shriek, studying the tall form in silence. Even from this distance, through the unruly fog, he was handsome and her heart beat louder in her ears at the idea of what he was doing here, all alone. "Lach?!" she questioned through the thickness with her tail low between her legs and ears pinned backward on her skull as he approached. What could this meeting mean? RE: remember us at our best - Lachesis - Feb 23, 2018 [dohtml] Although he was no longer fond of the exotic beauty Lachesis had always wondered what happened to her after she disappeared a second time. She had promised to redeem herself, to prove that she had changed, but she had broken that promise. Which did not come as a surprise to the gangly ghost. He had grown accustom to wolves breaking their promises over the years. At least Anastasia, who had disappeared shortly after her first return, was now trying. She had begun to flourish after the move to Driftwood and was slowly breaking out of the walls she had encased herself in. Bastet, however, had vanished without a trace. With the collection of scents mingled in with her own it appeared that she had found a new pack to call home. Hopefully she didn’t disappoint them, too. Just as he was about to flee, leaving the ebony female to the fog and her thoughts, her familiar voice called out to him. Lach? His legs grew rigid as he stopped in the snow, his pointed snout turning to her dark figure in the distance. He watched, cautiously, as she approached, his tail stiff and level with his back. Can I help you? He inquired with an indifferent tone as his lips curled downward into a soft frown. What did she want from him? Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Feb 23, 2018 There is a rabbit's nest nearby. +1 Health RE: remember us at our best - Bastet - Mar 01, 2018 [dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: remember us at our best - Lachesis - Mar 02, 2018 [dohtml] As he watched her dark figure stalk through the fog he began to regret his indifferent tone. He had changed since the last time they saw each other and, he hoped, she had too. The ghost had once envisioned a future with the exotic she-wolf, but that had disappeared with her. It didn’t matter—Lachesis was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason. Her absence had led him to Lilya, who had shown him what love and loyalty was. His future only included her (and however many children they decided to have). There was no point in being angry with Bastet. He had better things to focus his attention on. It appeared that she had found a new home and he genuinely hoped that it worked out for her. She deserved the same happiness he had found in Hearthwood, and now with Lilya. Just because she had burned her bridges with him did not mean the trend would continue with others. He hoped so, anyway. For her sake. We moved, he answered honestly in response to her question, his expression softening as he met her mis-matched gaze. Closer to the mountain. And you—what are you doing here? RE: remember us at our best - Bastet - Mar 02, 2018 [dohtml]
RE: remember us at our best - Lachesis - Mar 02, 2018 [dohtml] It’s getting better, he admitted with a soft roll of his shoulders and a defeated smile, his ears sweeping back toward the back of his skull. Now wasn’t the time to dive into the woes and tragedies of Hearthwood. That was a conversation for a different day—maybe when things were better between the two. He was still trying to get over his own stubbornness and forgive her. Her absence had worked out for the better; he had found Lilya. His life with her was exactly what he had always pictured for himself. Of all the females that had entered his life she was the only one that had stayed and kept her promises to him. Which was why he was letting go of the bitter feelings he held toward Bastet. There was no need for them. Fallen Tree Cove. His ears twitched in interest. He was unfamiliar with the pack. Had the move to the lake brought them closer to another pack in the area? It appeared so. Kajika. He would store the name away for future reference, in case he stumbled upon their borders. It wasn’t sure if it’d be wise to make himself known to the nearby pack, for he did not know how close they were yet. Good, he hummed with a soft nod, his lips curled into a genuine smile, I’m happy for you. And he was. Her apology, however, came as a surprise. He blinked, unsure of how to react or respond. He took a hesitant step forward, a worry line forming between his brows. A heavy sigh escaped him. You don’t need to apologize. It was too late for that now. It was what it was. RE: remember us at our best - Bastet - Mar 02, 2018 [dohtml]
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