08-03-2008, 02:17 PM
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Khaden to the rescue. The whole scent thing might not be too realistic, but I. Don't. Care. XD wc: 527
Khaden was finished. He delicately picked up the gorgeous crystals and stones that hung luxuriously from the delicate chain up to the window. Chain held gingerly from his hands, the light streaming from the crack between the window's casing and the window itself danced prettily through the dangling crystals and he looked down upon it intently, expectantly, but once he took a great look, he realized it was perfect. They were highly polished, and seemed clear throughout except that they seemed to sparkle, refracting the evening's gray light. It had been rather rainy and tumultuous weather lately, but even still, with all that nasty rain and thunder and lightening, the crystals seemed to capture all the light in the world and encase it in something brilliant.
He knew it, now was the time. He stood from the worn down table, wooden chair scraping against the hardwood floors as he lifted it high up in the air and chuckled, backing pass the floor littered with other crystals chipped and broken, tales of the trials and tribulations put into such a masterpiece. He brought it down and hooked it around his neck, the silver loop big enough for the little piece of metal to be inserted in and then fastened behind his neck fashionably. He glanced behind him quickly at the closed door before shifting to his secui form, his halfling form, so he could run faster and harder. He had to see her, it seemed like ages since he last did, and yet, it still felt like yesterday that they were sharing a rabbit in the room across.
So off he went, skittering down the banister of the Manor and out the door, he made the distance quick between the house and Rabbit Lake, across the Shiloh Hills. He cut through the Shattered Coast easily enough, making sure to avoid the borders of the newest rumored pack that settled there and began his trek north before slowing. He felt something, smelt something. It was tangible enough, leaking and oozing out of ever pore and orifice in the terrain. Coming to a complete stop, his halfling body glanced this way and that, his nose up in the air and down at the ground, his huge body taking in the breeze that filtered his way from the south and without warning he was off again, picking out a path down to the city of Halifax.
He tracked it down as if that particular scent was the scent of his prey, and he was the predator. He needed to get to that one scent, and he knew it, the gut instinct inside of him forced him so. And it wasn't until darkness had seeped across the lands that he finally pinpointed the exact house that he needed to be. Sprinting he finally saw it, the scene that he was destined to be to and it barely registered in his mind what was going on. Cercelee was there. Ember was there. Ember was bleeding. Her body damaged, he walked up to the both of them, his eyes cold and collective as he inclined to Cercelee. "How can I help?"
Khaden was finished. He delicately picked up the gorgeous crystals and stones that hung luxuriously from the delicate chain up to the window. Chain held gingerly from his hands, the light streaming from the crack between the window's casing and the window itself danced prettily through the dangling crystals and he looked down upon it intently, expectantly, but once he took a great look, he realized it was perfect. They were highly polished, and seemed clear throughout except that they seemed to sparkle, refracting the evening's gray light. It had been rather rainy and tumultuous weather lately, but even still, with all that nasty rain and thunder and lightening, the crystals seemed to capture all the light in the world and encase it in something brilliant.
He knew it, now was the time. He stood from the worn down table, wooden chair scraping against the hardwood floors as he lifted it high up in the air and chuckled, backing pass the floor littered with other crystals chipped and broken, tales of the trials and tribulations put into such a masterpiece. He brought it down and hooked it around his neck, the silver loop big enough for the little piece of metal to be inserted in and then fastened behind his neck fashionably. He glanced behind him quickly at the closed door before shifting to his secui form, his halfling form, so he could run faster and harder. He had to see her, it seemed like ages since he last did, and yet, it still felt like yesterday that they were sharing a rabbit in the room across.
So off he went, skittering down the banister of the Manor and out the door, he made the distance quick between the house and Rabbit Lake, across the Shiloh Hills. He cut through the Shattered Coast easily enough, making sure to avoid the borders of the newest rumored pack that settled there and began his trek north before slowing. He felt something, smelt something. It was tangible enough, leaking and oozing out of ever pore and orifice in the terrain. Coming to a complete stop, his halfling body glanced this way and that, his nose up in the air and down at the ground, his huge body taking in the breeze that filtered his way from the south and without warning he was off again, picking out a path down to the city of Halifax.
He tracked it down as if that particular scent was the scent of his prey, and he was the predator. He needed to get to that one scent, and he knew it, the gut instinct inside of him forced him so. And it wasn't until darkness had seeped across the lands that he finally pinpointed the exact house that he needed to be. Sprinting he finally saw it, the scene that he was destined to be to and it barely registered in his mind what was going on. Cercelee was there. Ember was there. Ember was bleeding. Her body damaged, he walked up to the both of them, his eyes cold and collective as he inclined to Cercelee. "How can I help?"