11-08-2018, 08:10 PM
Neath the eventide’s overcast gloom, the being’s chocolate stare into the beyond had faltered, so much so that it had almost quavered to the point of dormancy. The bristly pelt that he bore would harbour him against the biting breezes pertaining to November nights, indulging the wolverine to exhibit a sense of comfort. A few times had he slipped into brief shuteye, though he’d instinctively wake up mere seconds after, then reminding himself about the purpose which he held here. Ultimately, his chocolate hues shuttered for a final time, and soon Wendell found himself in a state of slumber; and then, as if a higher power had a hand in picking the timing, a voice which resembled one from yore shotgunned his eyelids open. Next ensued a stretch, a yawn, and a cough, and finally, the tired mammal was on all fours.
His heart rang like a telephone left unattended. Anxiousness, accompanied by anticipation, fueled a flame of promise within his hunched frame. Wendell departed his little rest spot to find the voice’s owner - and mildly gasped when he did. The darkness overshadowed her appearance, hence he could not view the wounds which Snowbound’s former chieftain had attained, though almost immediately could he tell something wasn’t the same. Could it have been the faint bod’s stature, was it one of shame? Again, he did not know. Though, there was a twang to the environment that gave him the impression that this was not the same powerful female he had known before.
Slowly, the mustelid approached, caution aching his paws with each stride. There was always the slimmest chance of this being a setup, yet he did not count on it, as this was Atbash, not quite an old friend, but a former ally (then again, it was an ally which he’d somewhat betrayed by leaving her to deal with the situation at home).
His target now in plain view, the mustelid would prudently query, "A-Atbash..?", soon after picking up the pace a little bit. It all felt so damn surreal, like this was all in a dreamlike state. No, this was real, and things could go either real good or real bad, depending on how his next few actions played out. Immediately, he’d hit her with an apology; ”Atbash! I’m so sorry for ev’rything. I left ya when ya needed me most, and- I’ve been nothing but a selfish numpty- and I swore I’d come back-“.
Way to play it cool with the hysterics, Wendell, if you keep it up, you’ll tear up.
His heart rang like a telephone left unattended. Anxiousness, accompanied by anticipation, fueled a flame of promise within his hunched frame. Wendell departed his little rest spot to find the voice’s owner - and mildly gasped when he did. The darkness overshadowed her appearance, hence he could not view the wounds which Snowbound’s former chieftain had attained, though almost immediately could he tell something wasn’t the same. Could it have been the faint bod’s stature, was it one of shame? Again, he did not know. Though, there was a twang to the environment that gave him the impression that this was not the same powerful female he had known before.
Slowly, the mustelid approached, caution aching his paws with each stride. There was always the slimmest chance of this being a setup, yet he did not count on it, as this was Atbash, not quite an old friend, but a former ally (then again, it was an ally which he’d somewhat betrayed by leaving her to deal with the situation at home).
His target now in plain view, the mustelid would prudently query, "A-Atbash..?", soon after picking up the pace a little bit. It all felt so damn surreal, like this was all in a dreamlike state. No, this was real, and things could go either real good or real bad, depending on how his next few actions played out. Immediately, he’d hit her with an apology; ”Atbash! I’m so sorry for ev’rything. I left ya when ya needed me most, and- I’ve been nothing but a selfish numpty- and I swore I’d come back-“.
Way to play it cool with the hysterics, Wendell, if you keep it up, you’ll tear up.