12-12-2007, 05:39 AM
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Just one other person please. :o
He really wasn't sure why he had waited so long. He had set out days ago, had started early in the morning and had traveled rather diligently for hours, even with a sore leg full of bruises. He had come close too, met the white wolf girl that had smelt like the pack and who had offered to accompany him the rest of the way. Part of him didn't want to hear Rachias restate her reasons for having decided to come here and abandon Inferni and another part of him was afraid he would just never leave if she managed to be convincing enough. Arkham loved his clan and the beach and the smell and sound of the ocean -- even where he was now where he could hear the rush of the Yawrah, it wasn't the same and he missed the sea.
The fog was creepy because he had never seen anything like it before; it crawled across the snow like... he didn't even know to describe it, but it crept over his head and suddenly he felt like he was lost in a cloud. A very cold and lonely cloud. Everything smelt like his father; it was obvious even though he hadn't caught sight of the mysterious man for weeks already. He seemed to have stopped coming by the beach as soon as his mother had left and even before, the hybrid had never lingered long in sight of his children. Arkham sat in the snow a short distance into the territories tired and feeling vaguely uncomfortable. This wasn't neutral lands anymore and even though Gabriel had told him that his father led this pack, if Laruku didn't care about his own kids enough to visit now and again, then why should anyone else in the pack care? He had yet to meet an unfriendly wolf, but he didn't want this to be the first time.
He really wasn't sure why he had waited so long. He had set out days ago, had started early in the morning and had traveled rather diligently for hours, even with a sore leg full of bruises. He had come close too, met the white wolf girl that had smelt like the pack and who had offered to accompany him the rest of the way. Part of him didn't want to hear Rachias restate her reasons for having decided to come here and abandon Inferni and another part of him was afraid he would just never leave if she managed to be convincing enough. Arkham loved his clan and the beach and the smell and sound of the ocean -- even where he was now where he could hear the rush of the Yawrah, it wasn't the same and he missed the sea.
The fog was creepy because he had never seen anything like it before; it crawled across the snow like... he didn't even know to describe it, but it crept over his head and suddenly he felt like he was lost in a cloud. A very cold and lonely cloud. Everything smelt like his father; it was obvious even though he hadn't caught sight of the mysterious man for weeks already. He seemed to have stopped coming by the beach as soon as his mother had left and even before, the hybrid had never lingered long in sight of his children. Arkham sat in the snow a short distance into the territories tired and feeling vaguely uncomfortable. This wasn't neutral lands anymore and even though Gabriel had told him that his father led this pack, if Laruku didn't care about his own kids enough to visit now and again, then why should anyone else in the pack care? He had yet to meet an unfriendly wolf, but he didn't want this to be the first time.