ooc: I stalked your character profile and thought we might be able to have some interesting tidings here. According to the date, X’yro has not found his sister in-game yet.
His search was endless, and the hurricane that ravaged Nova Scotia had only served as one more set back within an endless list of problems. How long had he been separated from X’ies? If not for the storms he would have found them by now… found both the ashy Lambda and the one who was once his sister… He suspected that their severance could not have been an accident. Of course X’ies would want to shake him and leave him to this unfamiliar land so he could find X’yrin and once again have her to himself. The worst of it was, the Lambda would have her attention regardless of whether X’yro was there or not. The thought made a low growl crackle in his throat.
Deft foot paws sloshed in the mud, each step making a sucking sound as he moved forward. This all truly was a miserable place. Amber eyes surveyed the waste around him, and by the look of the area some damage had been done here long ago that was not from the latest hurricane. Fire, no doubt. Luckily the ash had long ago washed away, though the place still seemed grey. It reminded him of the Lambda’s dingy coat.
X’yro was torn from his reverie when he saw a dark form moving before him. In the distance and black and white dog woman wandered, staring out with eyes that looked so far away, as though she was lost in deep contemplation – much like he had just been. Although he was sometimes a man of few words, X’yro was social, and he had been traveling alone for a long time. Besides, strangers were the best way to collect information. Maybe she knew something…
He let out a series of quick yips, letting her know he was there in case she’d yet to see the hulking autumn body in the expanse. A hand waved in greeting, and his tail twitched – not exactly in a buoyant wag but to show that he meant no harm. “You look as though you travel a weary road,” he observed cordially, not only speaking of the terrain around them but of her look. There was a possibility he misjudged her, though.