11-15-2018, 05:45 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Those vexatious wings of his came in handy sometimes, it seemed. Getting back to Sunhaven's main camp was a lot easier with them than it was to take with mountain path. Therefore, he took it upon himself to scout for any survivors. It would be a shame if anyone was left behind, especially with how sudden the evacuation was. Those that hadn't downed would walk up cold and alone, and surely the rain had washed away most of the clan's tracks by now. The mere thought of being trapped in such a situation brought a frown to Sundae's face. Not that he had anything to lose, really. As an immortal he'd come back to life if he'd been killed in the initial flooding, and much like Ymir he didn't have many possessions to lose. Even friends and loved ones were absent in Sundae's life. That was subject to change in the future, but as of right now he found himself in an odd state of detachment. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary for the angel, who tended to travel often and spontaneously, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed his lifestyle. If he could he would love to settle down and make some real connections, but that would be neglecting his duty. Fate would surely put an end to any attempts of his.
He seemed to arrive at a good time, for as he crested the last set of mountains, he could make out the shape of something moving around the outskirts of camp. Quick was his descent, oddly silent except for the sound of his hooves as they made contact with the ground. "Most have evacuated to the mountains," he said smoothly, assessing the creature with sunset eyes. "May I ask what business you have with Sunhaven? I don't recognise your scent." It was entirely possible that she was a member he merely hadn't come across yet, but it was always better to ask than assume. He readjusted his wings so they sat more comfortably at his sides, specks of gold falling like stardust from the tips of his feathers.
//welcome back! <3
He seemed to arrive at a good time, for as he crested the last set of mountains, he could make out the shape of something moving around the outskirts of camp. Quick was his descent, oddly silent except for the sound of his hooves as they made contact with the ground. "Most have evacuated to the mountains," he said smoothly, assessing the creature with sunset eyes. "May I ask what business you have with Sunhaven? I don't recognise your scent." It was entirely possible that she was a member he merely hadn't come across yet, but it was always better to ask than assume. He readjusted his wings so they sat more comfortably at his sides, specks of gold falling like stardust from the tips of his feathers.
//welcome back! <3
everyone will make mistakes
without the sour the sweet wouldn't taste .
"sweet tangerine." — winged hound — sunhaven — tags