Red Fern Forest pistol made of bones

@Bastet was on a roll so I started this one too <3! Writing this while very tired so please excuse any leaving out of words :x keep trying to catch myself but it's not working out so well :P

He was not sure where he was headed—he just wanted to explore more of this side of Relic Lore. It was not too far from where he and the river wolves resided, but it was as far as he would go today. The elaborate colours of the forest were what had drawn the ghost to this particular location. He wasn’t even sure if there was anything he could use for his infirmary among the fiery foliage, but it was a change of scenery. Lachesis had grown so accustom to lush, green forests that it seemed bizarre that something so different could co-exist just miles away. For now, he was not interested in finding plants to bring back with him; he was merely fascinated by the peculiar colour that surrounded him.

The ghost needed the distance between himself and Kingsfall—he did not want to linger around where Ana had disappeared for a second time. The first time was excusable—they had gotten separated on the mountain during their search for Karpos. However, she had returned after many, many moons of being absent, promising to stay by his side once more and… nothing. She was gone; without a word, without a scent. Just gone. The thought filled him with an uncomfortable fury… how could she leave him after knowing how distraught he had been during the time they spent apart.

It had been Bastet, the exotic stranger, who had pieced XIX back together after he returned to Cut Rock without his china doll. She had dragged the ghost out of his shell and returned light back into his life… except she was gone too. During the move to Kingsfall the foreign beauty had lost her way after getting separated from the pack. XIX had tried many times to find the fiery female since they had relocated but only returned home with disappointment riding on his shoulders. The ghost was slowly giving up—he was not meant to have close females in his life. They all left him; he was positive that they didn’t even care about him. He was just a healer, after all—nothing dazzling like a guardian or the head hunter. Just a boring, lame healer.

As the days passed XIX was falling deeper into his old habits and was becoming less inclined on digging himself out. It was much easier not caring about others—aside from Karpos, Maksim and kin. 

stick with those who stick with you

@Lachesis Sorry for the wait, this post is not the best. Sorry!

For the first time in weeks the dark woman had ventured from the ridge of Mount Dire and started east bound, and though she was unfamiliar with this side of the Lore, it seemed her legs knew the way to go. She was cautious as she walked, careful not to encounter another hungry cougar desperate for a quick and easy meal and watched as the world around her transformed from solemn and dreary rocks into a full out stretch of vibrant colored red and yellow covered leaves--the Red Fern Forest was gorgeous.

 Though she walked with the stance of a wolf expecting someone to chase her off, she took a moment or two to enjoy her environment and sniffed at the trees that greeted her, the soft crunch of crumpled leaves were the only indication that a creature was walking during this hour. She had grown accustomed to being alone and yet she still did not enjoy it, she craved the attention of another and couldn't help the memories of Lachesis that flooded her mind, reminding her of the wolf she had left behind because of a case of wanderlust and guilt washed over her. She hoped that he could forgive her, if and when she did find him.

The deeper she ventured the stranger she felt, it was as if something was tugging her in the very direction that a familiar scent lingered but she  could no longer trust her gut instincts, they had steered her wrong before when she was so sure that she had found the very man that she'd been searching weeks for. When her head lifted from sniffing the ground she caught the stench of Lachesis a second time and her stomach grew tight, her heart beat became quicker much louder in her chest as she followed the trail half expecting to be disappointed. What she saw nearly made her gasp at her spot, the white coat was familiar and his warm eyes were a sight for sore eyes--she had finally found what she'd been looking for. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming," she started, her voice seemed hoarse as she spoke to him, nervous that this wolf would dissipate from her sight like so many she had thought were him before.

(This post was last modified: Oct 14, 2015, 05:17 AM by Bastet.)

Avatars by Becca! Thank you!

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He tried to bury himself in the task of searching for plants to stock his infirmary back home, but he knew that his inventory was high (if not over stocked). There was nothing to distract him from his looming thoughts, causing XIX to grow more and more irritated with every step that he took. It did not feel right taking herbs that he already had, especially when another healer may need them more. His mother had been very insistent about healers helping each other out. There were very few of them—as it was not a sought after trade—so it was imperative that they were kind to each other, and offered nothing but help.

Since he was no longer searching for herbs, his thoughts continued to plague him, making it difficult for the thin man to focus on where he was going. Just like the land where the wolves of Hearthwood called home, this part of Lore was not heavy with the scent of others. Considering he did not want to cross paths with another, this was perfect for the troubled doctor. While his heart was tender, his mind remained furious at the impeding threat of the dragon. Especially with Maksim being ill once more, Lachesis worried that the dragon would attempt a risky move. Although he wanted to remain at the Baranski’s side, he knew that in his absence Kisla would be keeping a watchful eye over her husband. He had left in order to clear his thoughts, but it seemed as though the further he went the heavier they became. The ghost would have to return soon, he knew that—but for now, he remained captivated by the forest, his chartreuse gaze carefully examining his new surroundings.

For a moment, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Perhaps thinking about Bastet for so long made him imagine her familiar, musky scent… An amused smile betrayed his lips as he continued forward, his shoulders rolling in an attempt to shrug off the memory. However, the scent remained… and now it was paired with a voice. A dark figure had appeared before him as the words broke the comfortable silence that had engulfed the ghostly healer. Perhaps being around so many plants was starting to give him hallucinations—he blinked slowly, as if the action would make the raven-coloured female disappear. But, once his eyes reopened, she was still there, wearing an expression of disbelief that matched his own.

At first relief flooded through him, paired with an overwhelming sense of joy. But he did not move—the feeling of sadness and anger also had a grip on him, and devoured the previous feeling of excitement. “Afraid not,” he responded coolly, his brows narrowed as he kept his pear-coloured gaze focused on her thin figure. She had already left him once, like the other two—what was stopping her from doing it again?

stick with those who stick with you