Whisper Marsh iron from ice

Balerion draws in a soft breath, the scent of damp earth and rock pungent. The morning sky is cast in overcast clouds, roiling overhead as the sea roiled. He has traveled far from Stormsreach and finds himself in an unfamiliar place. But this was always the mission: not to inherit Stormsreach but to expand the Stormwrath bloodline into foreign lands. Still, starting over from scratch with nothing leaves Balerion with the heavy weighed knowledge that there was much work to be done. He had never deluded himself into imagining it would be easy but ...well, he hoped that he and his siblings would not be crushed beneath the weight of Meraxes' demands.

He follows the winding creek, babbling as it goes, gliding seamlessly along the stone and earthpath it had carved for itself so long ago. He pauses now and then to sate his thirst as it needles at him; salmon pink tongue darting across scarred chin to collect stray droplets. Hunger would be next, he knows; but he was not finished scouting and he wished to make use of the daylight while he had it. There would be time for hunting after he'd found a ( relatively ) safe place to bed for the night.

For now, he keep his pace steady, ears and eyes alert; studious as he moves forward along his chosen path, stepping over the large pieces of hail {mdash} a storm in which he was glad he missed if the bullfrog sized hail was of any indication.

(This post was last modified: Jun 02, 2022, 02:22 PM by Balerion.)

Don't mind me nabbing your first thread <3 Lovely to see you here! Left a link in my post pertaining to the BWP we have going on right now as it has to do with a drought that's been ongoing

The sooner the damned drought ended, the better off they would all be. Camden worried. He worried for Avella and the pups that might or might not be his children. He worried about them surviving as all of the wolves became more and more dehydrated. He prayed for rain constantly only to be mocked by whatever gods may or may not exist. His entire life had become a question of to be or not to be.

Even now, the overcast mocked him… tempting with rain but never letting it drop! He paused for a moment when the scent of another crossed him, his eyes narrowing lightly as he started to sulk towards it. “Who is out there?” He called out, a friendly but guarded demeanor. It was far enough away from the Ridge borders to be friendly but not far enough to be completely at ease. It was a sense of protectiveness that had fallen over him since Avella had given birth. He would ensure whoever it was, was not a threat.

It was strange, to have changed so much in the matter of a couple of months, a reckless spring leading to feelings he simply could not argue. Even now he was out looking for prey to bring back to the woman he found himself attached to. His angel. Perhaps… if the man proved non-threatening enough, they might even be able to find something more substantial to bring down.

sorry baby girl but i can't tonight

(This post was last modified: Jun 02, 2022, 06:28 PM by Camden.)