Swift River Land Locked

November 30th, 2017
Early evening, after sundown. Cloudy.

As the shadows crept forth, extending over the whole of the Lore like a thick blanket. It was a pleasant time of evening for most, one when the quiet of the daylight hours had subsided, but where the sounds of the midnight shift had yet to arise. An onlooker would be hard pressed to spot the inky figure that slipped into view, if not for a pair of acidic green eyes separating him from the darkness itself. Only one wolf could have had such a pitch black pelt, paired which such an usually colored gaze. Blitz Mizuno. The Sea Wolf was back.

It was the gentle lull of water that drew him out into the open. The familiar trickling called to him like a long lost friend. Tantalizing his ears with every step as he drew closer, Blitz knew with utmost certainty, that this water would not lead him to the sea. He had vanished a while ago, slipping in and out past the boundaries that defined Relic Lore. Searching. Always searching, for some route that would take him home. Hoping to catch the faintest whiff of salt in the air. He and @Niq'x had become separated, and as of now, he had no idea where his agouti sister was. Perhaps she had more luck than he, and had found her way back to the ocean. And if she had, he was happy for her.

It was after multiple failed attempts to find the way home, that Blitz realized he was stuck here. He was surrounded by nothing but vast wilderness, composed of forests, mountains, plains and tundra. But no sea. Instead of throwing a tantrum or sulking like he would back in the old days, the matured Blitz dealt with this taste of reality with a steady calm. He may not have been thrilled with his circumstances, but he would have to make the best out of a less than ideal situation. And besides, it wasn't like he was completely alone here. Last he knew, @Pip @Tyne @and "Nauja" were still somewhere in this land. He wasn't even sure if any of them would want to see him, granted his less than stellar attitude when he hung around.

At his feet flowed a rapid but gentle river, lined with rocks of multiple sizes and shapes. His eyes lowered to watch the natural flow of the water, following it's path downstream. It may not be salty or churning with waves, but it least it was familiar. He didn't bother following the river; only remained in place, gazing longingly, but knowing all to well what outcome would await him. His chest heaved as he breathed in, and then released the air in a rumbling, soft sigh. 

(This post was last modified: Nov 30, 2017, 11:58 PM by Blitz.)

He had been sure to alert @Treyah of his plans. Kerberos wanted a small trip to himself. He never strayed far. Perhaps once things thawed again he would take a more lengthy trip. He owed Namid a proper visit. He wondered how the mountain lake pack faired when the cold weather settled in.

Slowly the leader faded back to reality. The sound of the river flowing drawing his ears forward. Faded scents of prey tingled his nose. Maybe he'd find something to bring home for the caches on his way back. Small creatures seemed to enjoy hiding in the Wildwood.

Kerberos caught sight of the dark figure by the water's edge. He was used to the wolves he ran into being larger than him. It seemed like a theme around this place. He offered a low woof, his tail giving a few easy waves. "Hello there," The Draw Leader halted a respectful distance away. "Nice little place isn't it?"

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A voice in the night pulled him out of his deep train of thought. He drew his head up to it's natural height, his gaze flicking to the left to land on an agouti colored wolf standing a respectable distance away. No emotion played at his features while he took quick inventory of the male. A small sniff detected scents of other wolves. He must belong to a pack. How lucky for him.

When Blitz finally found his voice, it came out a little hoarser than he would have expected. But months of wandering alone with no use for words, would do that to someone. "Yes. Yes, I suppose it is." He remarked, briefly turning his eyes to admire the shadows that danced in the night. As nice as this place was, it would never compare to the beauty of his oceanside home. Yet there was no point in dwelling on a reality he could not change. Dragging his thoughts away from the past, he turned to fully face the pack wolf, sitting with an ebony tail draped over his fore paws. "So, what brings you out at such a late hour, stranger?"