SORROW ALREADY SPOILED — OPEN

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]the climate in the ascendants was a bit of a drastic change from that of snowbound. it was warmer, much warmer. no snow crunching underfoot or frosty breath; just tickling grass and mild humidity, plains bathed in the gold of the setting sun. not that he could see it all. it was a shame, really, the place seemed lovely by the way the others spoke of it, and the way his senses carved a picture in his mind. he doubted the picture in mind was even remotely close to the real thing, but it was better than nothing.

he sat quietly in the field of flowers, sightless eyes staring into nothing as a cool breeze ruffled his fur. with it carried a familiar scent; one he had smelled before while staying here, but never paid much attention to. a particular flower, one that meant so much to him. bubonicplague was still for a few moments before he slowly rose to his feet, lumbering through the grove until he reached a patch of small lavender flowers. forget-me-nots. his mind drifted to lirim, wondered what his husband might be doing back in the snowbound, and for once a soft smile drifted over his lips. the dire wolf slowly settled back into the grass and rested his chin on his paws, sitting in silence with the pretty little plants, enjoying the moment.