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As of late, everything for the cobalt-eyed creature had been quite lonely and dismal. He had gone through his days with the hopes of finding some member of his family, or at the very least some form of connection within the strange areas around him. He had wandered across several lands that had not been marked by a pack scent, and he had found nothing to comfort him. Janos managed to find his way back in the field where sunflowers had grown in the summertime. At that point, however, they were just as bleak as his days had been. Worse than that, he had filled his head with thoughts of fairy-tales and thoughts of warm spring days. He longed for the warm days in which he could simply walk in the outdoors without having his tail freeze off of his behind. The more he thought of that, the more he hoped that he could see those days and he knew that they were far from sight. The winter was proving to be a long one, but durable, as he had yet to wake up with frost tinged along his fur. Perhaps it was just the desperate mind seeking some form of hope...
As Janos trailed through the winding path of flowers, all of them having frosted over and wilted to the point that they no longer appeared beautiful, he felt his maw curling downward into a frown. It was a feature that had rarely played a part on his face, and yet somehow it had managed to worm its way on there. He knew that he was alone and that he had been without company or comfort for days. Supposedly the Russo family was there, but he hadn't caught sight nor smell of a single relative.
The hybrid had been able to eat and prowl his way through the various territories that were provided but somehow he had always managed to find himself back to that single place. He had not changed his appearance in quite sometime and had remained in his four-legged canine figure, finding that it was most convenient for what he was attempting to accomplish: survival. What he had wanted more than anything, however, was the simple form of a stranger. He had not used his voice in more than a week and was sure that he had lost some portion of it. His sharp mind had yet to be used, and his colorful tongue had simply been dormant within his jowls. A sigh escaped his parted lips as he lowered his rear into the snow and watched the figures of flighty birds bounce around the flowers not ten yards away from him. Janos was quite alone...
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No need to match length, it somehow just got long on its own.  655
Even though the flurries of snow had blanketed the land in a dazzling environment of crisp white, even the Ayastigi had longed to feel the rays of the sun warm her russet fur, and the sweet smells of the spring and summer time to fill her senses. Spring was becoming closer and closer now, with this winter period about to pass in several week's time. The winter to her was dreary, dead, cold. There was much to respect for Mother Nature, for all of the seasons had their benefits for the earth and for them, although winter had to be one of her least favorites. Seemingly Aidan had thought the same, for in winter months her equine was typical of simply lingering about the stables or her cabin, attempting to graze away at whatever vegetation was lucky enough to poke out from the frost of the earth.
This was not a region she had been familiar with, but decided to traverse here anyway. There had been an infectious, terrible disease of wanderlust that struck her the moment that she had returned to AniWaya, and just had to set out to see the change and differences in the regions surrounding. Most of them didn't change whatsoever, save for the frost and the ice that deteriorated the green and lushness from the trees and fauna. Some details of others, however, did change; buildings and ruins had eroded even more from the season and weather, things had been removed, individuals had came and gone. She had tried not to walk down memory lane too much, for the fact that there had been longing memories that made her heart swell with a dull, lingering pain. How she wished, in some instances, there was a way to reverse time and advert back to the previous spring. I wonder how things would be now, if I didn't leave in the first place?
Both Asha and Aidan were fairly quiet and kept to themselves on this day, simply admiring the scenery and nature before them. She had been off the high top of her horse to give Aidan's back a break, but simply walked right beside him. Strapped across her chest and her back was her bow with her quiver of arrows, and as she would often take an arrow to twirl around in her grasp, it wouldn't be until a few yards away she would spot a figure amid the decayed fauna of the region. It was a four legged individual, a Lupus. Its back was turned to her, but her nose was quick to depict that there was no particular pack scent upon it, all but the scent of nature, and was soon able to discern that it was male. His coloring was acute to that of a Siberian Husky, or from what could be discerned from her distance. Tall, broad, fierce stance. For a moment her amber eyes simply drank in the scene of the male with his back turned to her, watching as some birds had been skipping through the deteriorated flowers. For some reason, her heart suddenly skipped more beats than it should have, and one hand instantly pressed against her chest to see if her heart didn't stop altogether. Her breath became more shallow and tight, her vision sharpening out the details, and most of all, a flood of memories pouring into her head. No, no. No. This... this couldn't be him, could it? Why would he be here, of all places?
Blinking and continuing to stare, she could feel a muster of words rise in her throat, but unfortunately nothing had attempted to come out. All she could do was simply stare, and stare, and stare. Aidan beside her had noticed the individual as well, and gave something of a hushed nicker that would probably be audible enough for the individual to hear, but Asha remained in silence to say absolutely nothing, or do nothing.
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