shattered all your plans

[Endymion Russo]

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Endymion Russo.
Two years; November 2005.
Luperci Ortus.
Male.
casketcase@charter.net
ourbenediction
Previously/currently a member.

Yeah, I totally took longer than a week. >_< Sorry! Here I am now! With a quick, bad post. Just wanted to get it done.

He had avoided them all. Familiar scents leapt out at him as he passed the new packs, toying with his memory, but he had walked on. The strongest and most familiar was the first he encountered, which was perhaps a good thing; Tayui's scent marked the border of the pack on the mountain. Inside, Endymion rejoiced that she had survived, but did not allow himself to seek his former alpha, at least not yet. Fatin told him to find Laurent, and that's exactly what he would do. That was his first order of business. Besides, he didn't want to be around mountains. Not so soon after the fire. The thought made him shudder, even in the overwhelming heat, and he quickened his pace.

His uncle's trail led him through dense forests, quiet, damp, and strange. The sun winked through small breaks in the canopy above, but was never allowed to shine in full on the soft floor. Endymion's footfalls were so hushed that he felt like a ghost. Perhaps he actually was one, or else in purgatory. The air was so still it was as if time had stopped. Though he was uneasy, fur slightly bristled on his shoulders, his determination to find his uncle was stronger than his trepidation; Laurent's scent was more noticeable the further he went, and Endymion's already brisk pace evolved into an eager canter.

Although the sky could scarcely be seen through the trees, the wolf could tell it was late in the afternoon when he finally found what he was searching for. Or rather, smelled what he was searching for. Invisible borders flared up at him, causing him to halt instinctively. Though most of the scents within were unfamiliar, he could clearly make out his uncle in the mix. This was the place. For a few moments Endymion stood still, peering into the foggy territory ahead of him. Then he began to shift, deciding he would feel more comfortable on two legs. He finished quickly, and as he announced himself with a howl he had a vague sense of déjà vu. Only this time, there was no leather pack across his shoulders, and the lush green mountain did not loom above him now. It was just an endless labyrinth of fog and forest.

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