04-05-2008, 10:59 PM
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That was his luck. After finally cleaning up, picking his life back up from the pathetic wreck it had become, there were flames, hungry flames that greedily swallowed up the valley and any creatures foolish enough to remain in its path. Needless to say, Kieran had no time to meet up with his pack just before the mad scramble to the far mountains had been made.
But the journey was over now, and the tired and lonely Luperci was making a desperate search for somebody, anybody he could recognize. The mixed and muddled scents from the migrating masses made it near impossible to identify any one person. And, really, what were the chances that he would stumble across an old friend? They were all probably either dead or long gone by now. As pessimistic as the thought was, he couldn't help but believe it to be true. So the black wolf had resigned himself to wandering about the vaguely familiar lands, wishful in thinking he could find someone to forge a new alliance with. Maybe luck would turn around for him and the old nomadic clan from his memories would still be around...
Then, lady luck interrupted his hopeful musings in another way, a howl piercing the area around him. Ears perked, his eyes turned immediately toward the source of the call. Desperate for the company after his month of self-imposed solitude, Kieran sounded a call of his own, letting the stranger know he was coming. With that he took off, wanting to close the rather short distance between them faster.
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That was his luck. After finally cleaning up, picking his life back up from the pathetic wreck it had become, there were flames, hungry flames that greedily swallowed up the valley and any creatures foolish enough to remain in its path. Needless to say, Kieran had no time to meet up with his pack just before the mad scramble to the far mountains had been made.
But the journey was over now, and the tired and lonely Luperci was making a desperate search for somebody, anybody he could recognize. The mixed and muddled scents from the migrating masses made it near impossible to identify any one person. And, really, what were the chances that he would stumble across an old friend? They were all probably either dead or long gone by now. As pessimistic as the thought was, he couldn't help but believe it to be true. So the black wolf had resigned himself to wandering about the vaguely familiar lands, wishful in thinking he could find someone to forge a new alliance with. Maybe luck would turn around for him and the old nomadic clan from his memories would still be around...
Then, lady luck interrupted his hopeful musings in another way, a howl piercing the area around him. Ears perked, his eyes turned immediately toward the source of the call. Desperate for the company after his month of self-imposed solitude, Kieran sounded a call of his own, letting the stranger know he was coming. With that he took off, wanting to close the rather short distance between them faster.
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