[P] Sickening Familiarity
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This is gonna be one heck of a thread. Big Grin

Slade Auctor

Slade was having one hell of a time getting home.

After managing to escape from the wretched sunflower maze the small coyote had decided to travel on the mountains in hopes of not getting lost again. Unfortunately his efforts were in vain, as one patch of dirt looked just like the next when he was on flatter ground, and rocks didn't look too different up here either. It felt like nobody in their right mind wanted to live up here, which was fortunate for Slade. He wasn't sure how many wild encounters he could bear before going insane.

Slade hadn't made direct contact with anyone else since the sunflower incident and he was feeling pretty good about himself. A hermit that made him, but he didn't care. He was making far more progress than he had when he succumbed to asking for directions; that had been pure psychological torture and he didn't intend to do it again. This also meant, however, that he wasn't completely certain which side of Halcyon he should be heading toward and he had no idea where to cease his rocky travels and climb down. He had to rely solely on his instinct.

There was a brisk early autumn chill to the air, and with sparse trees around to block the wind it felt more harsh than ever. Yet still the coyote walked, even with the wind buffeting his fur and chills seeping into his skin. He would put his paws on solid, non-rocky ground by tomorrow, despite the fact that it was already afternoon and it looked like he had quite a way to go. I've just got to stay away from others and I'll be down this hill by sunrise tomorrow.

A day of traveling on such rocky soil had given him blistered paw pads, achy shoulders, and quite a bit of hunger due to a sad lack of prey. When Slade picked up the scent of a pack's borders he could only shake his head in disbelief. Why would anyone want to claim such useless land? Not only that, but he didn't quite remember any packs living on Halcyon itself when he had passed through last winter. Then again, these mountains are so big I probably cut through a different place. Even then, nothing seems familiar anymore....

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